Hai Wuya swept his gaze over the crowd, only to discover that Ye Xiwen was nowhere to be seen. The good mood from his considerable gains had instantly turned sour.
If Ye Xiwen was not here, then there were only two possibilities. Either Ye Xiwen had been buried in the Nirvana Pool, or he was still inside and had not emerged.
He regarded Ye Xiwen as a mortal enemy—perhaps even a formidable opponent. Especially after word spread that Ye Xiwen had slain seven King Tier experts in one stroke, tales of him had gone wild across the Ancient Wasteland.
Many busybodies had even called him the strongest King Tier.
That title had won recognition from many people among the Sea Clan, the Demon Race, and the Hundred Clans Alliance alike. It had even faintly become synonymous with Ye Xiwen himself.
How could someone as proud as Hai Wuya possibly accept that?
Although he believed his strength was no weaker than Ye Xiwen's, perhaps even greater, he had no achievements worthy of display to support that claim. It carried no weight.
Compared to Ye Xiwen's dazzling record of uprooting three great clans in a single night, including two royal clans, and then consecutively slaying seven King Tier experts, Hai Wuya—who had only just made his debut before the masses at the Ten Thousand Clans Assembly—naturally could not be mentioned in the same breath as Ye Xiwen.
In everyone's eyes, they were not even on the same level.
He was merely a very powerful King Tier, while Ye Xiwen was the strongest King Tier. The gap between them was already plain as day.
He had long wanted to battle Ye Xiwen and prove that his own strength far surpassed Ye Xiwen's, but he had never found the opportunity.
Even though he believed