Ye Xiwen moved with astonishing speed. In mere moments, he had reached the mountain peak belonging to the Palace Lord's lineage. Wards and traps were densely spread everywhere, and especially after Huang Wuji was injured, the defenses had reached an unprecedented level.
But to Ye Xiwen, none of this was a problem at all!
He passed through layer upon layer of wards without alerting anyone. With his current cultivation, he could tell at a glance that these wards had been laid down in ancient times. Many had already reached the level of the Celestial Realm, left behind by the predecessors from when the True Martial School had still been at the height of its prosperity.
He was secretly alarmed. When the True Martial School had flourished in those days, it must have been even more glorious than he had imagined. Though only a group of juniors at the Transcendent Realm First Heaven remained now, back then, it must have possessed immensely formidable strength.
He had known this when he was still at the True Martial School, but he had not realized that the True Martial School of old had once been so powerful. It seemed to have been no inferior to the present-day Ancient Wasteland. It must have suffered some enormous catastrophe, or it would not have fallen into such a state.
"Alas, I never expected our dignified Hidden Star Peak lineage to fall so low, to be threatened to this extent!" Several figures came down the mountain path. One of them, a young man in his twenties, said resentfully.
"How many years have you people even been in Hidden Star Peak? What do you know?" Among the group of young men in their twenties, a youth who looked to be in his thirties walked at the front. He swept