Ye Xiwen stood in the void, his green robes snapping in the fierce wind. Specks of blood scattered away on the breeze, while blood was already spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.
One slash, then another!
Just when the Jiaosha Clan Leader refused to believe it, refusing to believe that Ye Xiwen could strike out with another slash, Ye Xiwen did it, utterly overturning everyone's imagination.
Everyone's hearts trembled with fear. They simply could not fathom what kind of situation this was. He was like a bottomless abyss—though he had already suffered grievous wounds, none dared underestimate him, because no one knew whether this was truly his limit. When everyone believed he could not possibly unleash a second slash, he did!
Although he now looked even more ragged and bedraggled, as though he might die at any moment, everyone became even more wary of him.
Ye Xiwen's expression did not change in the slightest. He cared neither about the Jiaosha Clan Leader's death nor about the state of his own body. Like a war god, his eyes held only enemies—only enemies still alive. Everything else lay beyond his consideration.
At this moment, Old King Bifang's face was even more livid. Right beneath his nose, Ye Xiwen had attacked time and again, killing two people in succession. Though they could not be called friends and were even rivals much of the time, they had been united at this moment—yet now they had suffered devastating casualties.
However, he could also see that Ye Xiwen's injuries had worsened. Hesitation appeared on his face as he wondered whether he should press on. Ye Xiwen had been severely wounded; logically speaking, if he wanted to kill him, this was the best opportunity. If he missed such a chance, who knew when another would come?
Yet two