Ye Xiwen smiled faintly as he listened to the people around him discussing his affairs.
The news of how he had slaughtered every expert from the Divine Alliance had indeed spread completely in no time.
The Divine Alliance members were truly beside themselves with rage, utterly infuriated.
They wished they could tear him to pieces. In fact, if Jun Dingtian had not drawn away some of the pressure on Ye Xiwen, Ye Xiwen would likely have been hunted throughout the world by now.
To them, Jun Dingtian, who might possess information related to attaining the Dao, was far more important than Ye Xiwen.
After all, the Divine Alliance had originally been founded for the sole purpose of helping their leader attain the Dao. As long as it concerned that matter, it was their foremost priority.
Even Ye Xiwen, whom they regarded as a villain steeped in monstrous evil, had to be pushed back in the queue.
Yet that did not mean they would let Ye Xiwen off. Given the Divine Alliance's immense and formidable power, even if they invested only a tiny fraction of their efforts, it would still be an enormous nuisance for Ye Xiwen.
Although he had entered the Death Mystic Realm, there were still no small number of people capable of dealing with him. Moreover, the Divine Alliance had offered a reward so immense that it could rival a kingdom's wealth.
There were surely quite a few ancient monsters who would truly be tempted. Even if only a fraction of them acted, Ye Xiwen would likely face an unending stream of pursuit and assassination.
Though he had barely altered his aura with the Breath Concealing Skill, making himself seem less conspicuous, they would sooner or later discover him.
Thus, Ye Xiwen planned to flee somewhere less easily