"Damn it!" By this point, the three Wang family members had been beaten so thoroughly by Ye Xiwen that they had lost all their fire. Even with the three of them joining forces, they had been suppressed to this extent by Ye Xiwen. Their tempers had nearly been ground smooth by him.
Yet they had no way to stop. Here, at a time like this, they had no other options.
Just as Ye Xiwen had said, they could decide when to begin, but they could not decide when to end, because Ye Xiwen would not give them such an opportunity.
They could decide when it started, but when it ended was in Ye Xiwen's hands.
And from the looks of it, Ye Xiwen had no intention of ending things at all. His attacks came like the tide, wave after wave crashing down viciously. He clearly would not stop until he had wiped them out completely.
"Ye Xiwen, are you really going to take things this far here?" the black-clothed young man roared. Among the three, he was the strongest, but he had already been injured by Ye Xiwen's shockwave earlier. Now, he was instead the one struggling the most.
"Wrath Born from the Heart!"
"Uncontainable Wrath!"
"Hair Raised in Fury!"
The black-clothed young man continuously blasted out the Wrathful Emperor Fist, yet Ye Xiwen casually waved his hand and blocked every one of those attacks.
"So what? If I were weaker than you, would you let me go now?" Ye Xiwen sneered.
At once, not only the three Wang family members but also the surrounding spectators fell silent. Indeed, if it were them, having occupied an absolute advantage, how could they possibly let an enemy go?
"Ye Xiwen, you forced us to do this!"
The black-clothed young man shouted, cursing