If Ye Xiwen alone had not been intimidating enough, then the Taicang King behind him was enough to jolt many people awake from their dreams.
Although many secretly speculated that the so-called Taicang King might be fake and not exist at all—otherwise, would it really be so difficult for him to show himself even once?
But speculation was only speculation. Before it was confirmed, no one dared act rashly. Had they not seen even the immensely powerful old monsters of the Restricted Areas swallow this insult?
One could well imagine just how terrifying an existence the Taicang King was to them.
Even without the Taicang King, Ye Xiwen was already tyrannically powerful. The moment he returned, he slew three Life Mystic Realm experts, and in the end even leveled a Restricted Area. Any such figure could be called incomparably formidable. More and more people came to agree with the claim that he was the number one man of the Ancient Barrens. Though many knew there might be even stronger experts, that was ultimately only speculation. No one had ever truly seen them.
And the effects of this battle continued to spread. After it, more and more races and Restricted Areas obediently returned the humans they held. In this short time, the human race gained another hundred billion people. For the various races, that number might have been their entire population; for the present human race, it accounted for more than half of the population that had not yet fallen. Population was the very foundation of prosperity for humanity, and it was immensely important.
As the one who rescued them, Ye Xiwen naturally became a hero among humanity, and countless people began cheering for him.
Many people began worshipping Ye Xiwen. If anyone had still refused to accept him before, then