"Kid, had fun cutting in on our spoils out there?" A deep, icy voice rang out.
Along with that cold voice, a figure appeared before Ye Xiwen as though teleporting, giving him no chance to catch his breath before a rough, massive hand reached straight for him.
"Rip!" The great hand tore through the sky, producing a piercing, grating shriek as it covered Ye Xiwen.
Though he had been ambushed, Ye Xiwen had always maintained the utmost vigilance in a place like this. Almost instantly, he kicked off with his toes, shooting backward like a cannonball and crushing a stretch of void beneath his feet.
"Boom!"
The moment Ye Xiwen escaped that area, the great hand crushed it apart. The sight of space being forcibly squeezed to pieces was terrifying.
Only then did Ye Xiwen see his attacker. He was a middle-aged expert from the Hundred Clans Alliance, fair-faced and beardless, with cold malice filling his narrow eyes.
His hands resembled an eagle's talons rather than human hands. He was also a Half-step Celestial Realm Late Stage expert of the Hundred Clans Alliance.
"Who are you?" Ye Xiwen demanded coldly.
"Why do you care who I am? Hand over all the wealth on you, and you may leave here alive today. Otherwise, today will be your day of death!"
The Hundred Clans Alliance expert spoke coldly.
"I obtained these things myself. Why should I hand them over to you?" Ye Xiwen's face turned icy.
"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Then die!" The Hundred Clans Alliance expert immediately pounced on Ye Xiwen.
He leaped through the air, shooting across like a sharp arrow that shattered the sky—swift and fierce, as if he intended to tear apart everyone standing in his way.
Ye Xiwen spread his hands, and