Ye Xiwen stood with his hands behind his back, towering in the void like a god, leaving many people frozen where they stood.
It was completely different from what they had imagined. Ye Xiwen, whom they had thought would be beaten half to death, was actually completely unharmed.
Everyone could not help clicking their tongues. Ye Xiwen was far too brutal. A master at the Half-step Celestial Realm Middle Stage had been casually slapped by him and sent crashing viciously into the ground, his fate unknown.
"You really called it this time. This Ye Xiwen is truly extraordinary, worthy of being someone who defeated the Child of God!" The blue-robed young man smiled faintly. "Let's go!"
The blue-robed young man turned to leave.
"What, you're not going to keep watching?" the red-robed middle-aged man asked.
"Things have already reached this point. What is there left to say? Unless Yin Taiping returns, those pieces of trash are definitely no match for Ye Xiwen. But even if Yin Taiping returns, it will be useless. The first-year protection period for newcomers is an ironclad rule. No one may violate it, or they will face a capital offense. Even those from our Ye Family main branch would not escape death, much less someone from the Yin Family. In the end, it will certainly be swept under the rug. What is there to watch?" The blue-robed young man spoke disdainfully. "Rather than waste time here, I might as well cultivate in seclusion. It has already been fifty years, yet I still have not entered the Celestial Realm. The pressure is enormous. Young people nowadays are more formidable than the last. If we do not work hard, we will not even be able to see their backs in the future!"
The red-robed middle-aged man curled his