These were all experts above the Celestial Supreme Realm, each a lord of their own domain within their respective factions. Yet now they had gathered here for one purpose alone: to lay siege to Ye Xiwen.
"Ye Xiwen, you murderous Demon King! How many geniuses of our North Mountain Clan have you slaughtered? Today is the day you pay your blood debt in blood!" Bei Shan Yu roared.
"I'd like to see just how many geniuses your North Mountain Clan has for me to kill!" Ye Xiwen sneered.
As he spoke, Ye Xiwen charged directly into the crowd, leaving behind only an afterimage. Alone and unarmed, he plunged straight in, fierce as thunder, and slapped a palm down toward Bei Shan Yu.
"Insolence!"
"Arrogant!"
"You dare charge into so many of us alone? No matter how strong your cultivation is, you'll die!"
"I'd like to see how you die!"
Seeing Ye Xiwen suddenly rush in, they all froze for a moment before bursting into furious curses. Ye Xiwen actually dared to charge in—he simply did not take them seriously.
Bang!
Before their words had faded, a Hundred Clans Alliance expert at the Celestial Supreme Realm was pierced through by Ye Xiwen's hand, his entire Primordial Spirit instantly crushed apart.
Clean and decisive, cold and merciless!
Only then did the crowd finally react, rushing toward him to kill.
In an instant, dozens of terrifying attacks blasted toward Ye Xiwen, intending to kill him outright.
Ye Xiwen moved like a dragonfly skimming the water. His enormous hand swept out, scattering golden light across the heavens and instantly clearing away every one of those attacks.
Bang!
Their vision blurred, and another Celestial Supreme Realm expert had his head blasted apart by Ye Xiwen. Blood splattered everywhere, and he had not the slightest ability