With Ye Xiwen's cooperation, Ye Qianqian and the other two quickly slaughtered all twenty-odd members of the Devil Race, letting none escape.
"Ye Xiwen, why are you here too? I thought you'd keep lying low inside!" Ye Qiong said with a chuckle.
Ye Xiwen smiled without taking offense. Come to think of it, although he had claimed to be in seclusion, he truly had intended to lie low and avoid the storm.
"Wasn't I here to lie low?" Ye Xiwen said with a smile.
"Hahahaha!" Ye Qiong burst into laughter. "Good thing you helped this time. Without you, I might have had to use some trump cards. Those Devil Race brats are annoying as hell!"
Ye Xukong also looked at Ye Xiwen, a trace of gloom flashing through his eyes. When he saw Ye Xiwen again, he had thought his strength would finally surpass Ye Xiwen's. Yet judging from the battle just now, Ye Xiwen was still above him. Though the gap had not yet widened, that alone was already immensely frustrating to him.
But that gloom lasted only an instant. He quickly composed himself, though a hint of resolve appeared in his eyes. It seemed that matter had to be done after all.
Although he was a Child of God and possessed divine blood, there were simply too many peerless geniuses in this world. Bloodline was not the sole criterion for judging whether someone was a genius.
What was more, many great figures of the present had not been particularly outstanding in their younger days. This showed that talent and bloodline were not the only factors that determined a person's ultimate achievements.
As he cultivated, one formerly powerful genius after another had been surpassed by him. Yet Ye Xiwen before him had always remained a head above him, scattering