In the end, although Ye Xiwen and Feng Wuying had not fought, this alone had already exceeded everyone's expectations. With an utterly crushing method, Ye Xiwen had defeated three renowned geniuses.
This immediately made him famous. Even many major figures had been watching this battle.
At this alliance conference, every major force had sent experts of major-figure caliber. Ye Xiwen's performance this time had entered their sight as well.
It could be said that with this battle alone, even if Ye Xiwen made no moves at all for the next ten years, his name would still be known throughout the entire Ancient Barrens Continent.
To become famous across the world in a single battle—this was no more than that!
From this day onward, the lists of young talents kept by all factions would have to include Ye Xiwen. Whether they had believed it before or not, after this battle, Ye Xiwen would inevitably become someone many feared.
"Is he Ye Xiwen?" Deep within the Demon Race gathering grounds, an incomparably domineering figure stood in a courtyard, gazing up at the vast sky as though he could see through it all, watching Ye Xiwen in the void.
There was no one beside him. Only a voice appeared out of thin air, exploding beside his ear.
"Your Majesty, it is indeed him!"
"So the information I received before was correct—the Kun Peng egg ultimately ended up in his hands?" the incomparably domineering middle-aged man said coldly.
Had Ye Xiwen been here, he would have found this man very familiar. He was none other than the Nine Infant Demon King of the Nine Infant Clan, whom Ye Xiwen had encountered before.
He was like an incomparably domineering king. Merely standing there, he possessed peerless majesty.
His aura pressed down upon all eight directions—this