Hearing their discussion, how could Ye Xiwen not understand Wu Pengju's intentions? Having been knocked off his pedestal, he was unwilling to accept it and wanted to climb back up. But he could not afford to provoke Ye Xukong, so he could only come looking for him. Did he really look like a soft persimmon that anyone could squeeze?
"So you want my position?" Ye Xiwen sneered, as though mocking Wu Pengju for overestimating himself, and also mocking how easily Ye Xukong had defeated him.
At any rate, in Wu Pengju's eyes, Ye Xiwen's smile was exceptionally detestable.
At once, he felt anger flare from humiliation. He raised the greatsword in his hand again, his true essence bursting forth in seven-colored radiance. He was like a tall, mighty deity, carrying an air that could swallow heaven and earth.
Although he had suffered a huge loss at Ye Xukong's hands, his strength was undeniably formidable. There was a reason he had long occupied sixth place among the Human Secret Realms.
His figure seemed to merge with the whole world, like a divine sovereign.
The greatsword in his hand was incomparably sharp, emitting endless Sword Qi that tore through space as it lunged at Ye Xiwen in an instant.
Everyone around them changed expression again and again, their hearts trembling violently. Wu Pengju had gone all out from the very first move, seemingly with no intention of holding back. Knowing that Ye Xiwen had once defeated Yin Taiping and was no ordinary opponent, he did not want to drag things out. He had unleashed his full strength from the outset, his attack incomparably fierce.
The next moment, everyone finally understood why Wu Pengju had struck to kill right from the start, and why he wore such an expression. There was no other