If he had not known danger lay ahead, that would have been one thing. But now that he knew, sitting still and waiting for death was not his style!
He reined in his aura even further, countless thoughts racing through his mind as he calculated and analyzed why they had abandoned the idea of making a move. What deeper reason was there?
Like a computer, he listed one possibility after another, verifying them one by one.
Yet Ye Xiwen remained outwardly impassive. The atmosphere between the two sides had already turned wrong. If either side found even the slightest opportunity, a great battle might erupt.
Ye Xiwen had no choice but to endure for the moment. Compared to these people, he had cultivated for far too short a time. This gray-robed old man might have cultivated for over ten thousand years, dozens of times longer than he had. Even that golden-robed man might have cultivated for two or three thousand years, more than ten times his own. Though he had always been racing against time, years of cultivation remained his greatest weakness.
If not for all sorts of factors, he might never have been able to contend with people like them in his lifetime.
He could not afford to waste a single moment. Where others cultivated for one day, he had to treat it as ten days if he wanted to catch up to them.
There would always be peerless geniuses in this world stronger than him, with far longer cultivation than his. The myriad races gathered in the Profound Realm; no matter what, it would be a fierce collision.
Though only a little over a hundred people could enter the Nameless Dao Academy this time, he would never believe that there were only a little over a hundred geniuses