Ye Xiwen took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, and entered along the mountain path with Ye Qianhe.
As the two went deeper, the rebels they encountered gradually grew stronger. Transcendent Realm experts had disappeared from sight; only Dharma Idol Realm martial artists remained, and these rebels were even more unruly and unyielding.
Following the mountain path from Huang Zhiwei's memories, Ye Xiwen headed straight in. When the rebels saw the two of them, they were all cold and indifferent, some even showing a hint of gloating.
Even among the rebels, competition was extremely fierce. Their mission's failure was instead good news to the others.
"You're here? The leader is in a terrible mood today. You'd better explain why you failed!"
Ye Xiwen and Ye Qianhe arrived at a palace within the mountain's belly, where a Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven expert had already stepped forward and sternly addressed them.
The two nodded with grave expressions. That expert did not pay much attention to it, merely assuming they feared punishment for failing their mission.
The two took a deep breath and entered the palace. According to Huang Zhiwei's memories, after entering, they did not dare raise their heads. Once they stepped into the main hall, they bowed and said, "Greetings, Leader!"
They did not need to kneel. After all, they were Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven experts and possessed their own pride. Humiliating subordinates like this was not the act of a wise leader. Of course, it was another matter if they did so willingly, but these rebels were the most arrogant and unyielding among the criminals, and the least likely to submit beneath another.
"Hmph!"
The two heard only a cold snort. It transformed into wave after wave of sound, making their clothes flap wildly and pouring into their