The scene fell deathly silent; a needle dropping could be heard. Everyone held their breath, as though they had witnessed something utterly unimaginable.
Four King Tier experts had been erased in an instant. Terrifying—truly terrifying.
One man alone had carved out a sky of blood!
"You are strong, but do you think that matters? With only the two of you, what right do you have to stand shoulder to shoulder with us?" Hai Wuya broke free of Ye Wudi's watch and stepped forward, speaking coldly.
Others might have been intimidated by Ye Xiwen, but he would not be. Pride filled his heart, and not even Ye Xiwen could shake his confidence.
"Two people? I alone am enough!" Ye Xiwen said. "Anyone who refuses to accept that is welcome to step down here!"
"I would like to see whether my Human Race has the right to participate in this Ten Thousand Clans Assembly!" Ye Xiwen's gaze bore directly into Hai Wuya, icy and merciless. The person he was addressing was none other than Hai Wuya.
"Still unable to recognize the situation? Unless Taicang King returns from the dead, you cannot possibly have the qualifications to stand on equal footing with us. Granting you the right to participate is already an exceptional act of mercy, and yet you still want to stand alongside the great overlords? What gives you that right?" Hai Wuya said blandly, his eyes full of contempt as he looked at Ye Xiwen.
His strength might be formidable, but no matter how formidable he was, he was still only one man. What right did he have to be mentioned in the same breath as them?
"More importantly, with your injured body, you still want to fight me?" Hai Wuya calmly revealed a startling fact.
"What? Ye Xiwen is injured?