"Who?" The purple-robed young man immediately flew into a rage and glared toward Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen had been the one to act just now; otherwise, that slap would have smashed Qing Luo's head open. The ruthlessness of his attack needed no further explanation.
"Spare people whenever you can. It was merely a minor quarrel—was there any need to be so vicious?" Ye Xiwen said with a faint smile, looking as though he had everything in the palm of his hand.
"Who are you?" The purple-robed young man's expression changed, but he did not continue pressing forward. Perhaps Ye Xiwen's casual strike just now had given him quite a shock. His attack had been sudden, yet Ye Xiwen had managed to save someone at the very brink of disaster. That was no small feat.
"Just a nobody," Ye Xiwen said with a grin. Yet inwardly, he was secretly alarmed. This Royal Court Competition was likely far more intense than he had imagined.
No matter what, this purple-robed young man had stepped into the Celestial Realm Fourth Stage. He was stronger than the Asura City Lord and the others Ye Xiwen had slain before. Yet even so, he had been forced to come to the Tenth World in search of an opportunity. In other words, with his cultivation, he had no confidence of seizing the final qualification to enter the royal court in any of the other nine worlds.
There would likely be no shortage of people like him—only more and more. When the time came, the struggle in the Tenth World would surely be no easier.
There were the gifted scions of great clans who had crossed worlds, and there would certainly be no lack of talents among the independent cultivators as well. The Tenth World had only ten slots