The Nine Infant Demon King's words immediately drew everyone's gaze toward the Human Race—or rather, toward the absent Ye Xiwen.
After consecutively wiping out two geniuses in that battle, Ye Xiwen had vanished from everyone's sight and never appeared again. Yet he had gripped the attention of the major factions of every race throughout the Ancient Wasteland.
Because behind him stood the faint outline of a terrifying figure: the Taicang King!
The Taicang King had been invincible among his generation even during the Ancient Wasteland's most glorious era. Let alone the Ancient Wasteland of today—his name was practically synonymous with invincibility.
If the Taicang King still existed, then the people currently in power across the entire Ancient Wasteland would probably have to come and pay him homage.
Before such a great senior, and one who had swept all before him, who could possibly remain so calm?
Faced with such clamor, Ye Xiwen said nothing more and fell silent once again, just as before.
That only made the various races even more wary—extremely wary. Many suspected that this so-called Taicang King might not exist at all. Otherwise, he would only need to show himself once to intimidate the entire Ancient Wasteland.
Yet even with such doubts in their hearts, no one dared test whether it was true with their own lives. The North Mountain Clan and the Nine Infant Clan had been exterminated precisely because they had refused to believe it and still dared to shout provocations.
They all wanted someone else to stick their neck out, but none wished to be that person themselves.
Thus, many people watched closely for Ye Xiwen's response to the matter. Yet Ye Xiwen seemed utterly unconcerned and did not even offer an explanation.
That attitude instead made it impossible for anyone to tell whether