"What son, what grandson?" Ye Xiwen drew his longsword directly. Without looking back, he charged straight at Wang Chong, because he knew that middle-aged man was as good as dead.
"You... you actually dared to kill him? Do you know who he was?" Wang Chong stared in shock at the middle-aged man Ye Xiwen had run through with a single sword thrust.
"Could it be that he was someone-or-other's son too?" Ye Xiwen sneered disdainfully, yet his hands did not slow in the slightest. Sword light tore through the sky, swift to the absolute extreme.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Ye Xiwen's longsword collided viciously with Wang Chong's saber. His momentum was as imposing as a mountain; he intended to press on in one burst and settle all three of them. There was no point in further probing. No matter what background they had, he could not let them leave today. From the moment Wang Chong said he would massacre everyone on Mount Qi, there had been no room for reconciliation. Even if Wang Chong had not said it, Ye Xiwen had still been someone Wang Chong had to kill. There was no room for compromise between them at all.
He gave Wang Chong no chance to catch his breath, hacking out sword strike after sword strike. Before Wang Chong could even say much, Ye Xiwen had beaten him back again and again.
Everyone was stunned. Ye Xiwen was actually going to kill all three of them here.
Did he even know what Wild Sky Hall represented?
They were Mystic Realm experts. Every single one of them was hard to cultivate, yet one had just been cut down alive.
"You're dead! You actually dared to kill even him. No one can save you now!" The cold woman was nearly driven mad with