Ye Xiwen heard that shout to stop, but he had no intention of stopping whatsoever. His fist smashed viciously into the second of the Guei Bian Brothers.
Bang!
With a muffled groan, the already heavily injured second Guei Bian Brother was beaten to death by Ye Xiwen's punch.
Even in death, his eyes remained wide open. He could not believe it, and he refused to believe it. How could things have ended up like this?!
He had actually been killed by someone at the Dharma Idol Realm Fourth Heaven. Even if he had been severely wounded, this... made no sense!
Ye Xiwen paid no heed to his disbelief. In an instant, he seized the Barren Blood Saint Fruit and stripped him of all his possessions. The Guei Bian Brothers had a formidable reputation, yet they did not possess much wealth—only just over two hundred million spirit crystals.
Thinking about it, though, it made sense. Although they had robbed many people of spirit crystals with their great strength, in this land devoid of spiritual energy, they could only rely on spirit crystals to cultivate. While they did not consume as much as Ye Xiwen, with their Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven Peak cultivation, their expenditure was not much less. Saving up two hundred million spirit crystals was already no easy feat.
"Y-you dare..." The eldest Guei Bian Brother glared at Ye Xiwen in utter fury, his finger pointing at him as his massive body trembled faintly. A surge of rage rose in his chest. They had been brothers for thousands of years, their bond deep beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Now, seeing his younger brother die at Ye Xiwen's hands, his eyes had gone red with fury.
Yet he also found it incomprehensible. How was this possible? Even if his