Although Ye Kuang was his enemy, Ye Xiwen had to admit that Ye Kuang was far stronger than Ye Xinghe. He was brimming with ambition, possessed the methods of a ruthless tyrant, and cast his gaze exceedingly far ahead. If not for the irreconcilable hatred between him and Zhenmo City's lineage, Ye Xiwen would have thought that having Ye Kuang lead the Ye Family forward might not have been a bad idea.
"What?" Ye Xinghe said coldly, his tone turning icy in an instant. He was extraordinarily proud, and what he hated most was being inferior to others.
Over the years, as one of the Five Overlords, he believed that even if he was not necessarily stronger than the other four, he was certainly not much weaker, despite being the youngest among them.
Yet this time, during the Royal Court Competition, he had suffered a crushing setback. In the end, he had failed even to enter the top hundred, while the Ye Family had achieved one of its finest records in countless years.
Ye Kuang and Ye Xiwen had each claimed first place in a world, while Ye Qiong, Ye Xinghe, Ye Qianqian, Northern Overlord, Ye Luan, and the others had all obtained fairly respectable rankings.
In other words, among the Ye Family's Five Overlords, only he and the Western Overlord had been eliminated. How could someone as arrogantly proud as him accept that? This was the fundamental reason he had personally come to capture Ye Xiwen. He could not tolerate Ye Xiwen, this so-called Demon Race Remnant, standing above him. Why? Why should he?
And now Ye Xiwen was actually telling him that he was vastly inferior to Ye Kuang. He immediately flew into a rage—a truly magnificent rage.
Boom!
He slashed his sword directly down at the charging