After Ye Xiwen slew a Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm expert, many people realized something: it was no longer workable to dismiss Ye Xiwen as a mere flash-in-the-pan upstart, an insignificant nobody.
He was rising, and he was rising at an extraordinarily swift pace.
If this continued—no, even now—perhaps even veteran old monsters at the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm could defeat him, but they would no longer be able to kill him. Only Myth Realm experts might stand a chance.
Before that, however, they would have to face the wrath of Nameless Dao Academy. Had the assassination succeeded, it might have been worth it even if they had to endure Nameless Dao Academy's fury. But since it had failed, they had truly lost the lady and the army as well.
Everyone's emotions were a tangled mess, but no matter what, they had to admit that someone like him was not far from becoming one of the great powers of the Mystic Realm, nor was he far from stepping into the Myth Realm.
The Divine Alliance and Wild Sky Hall were textbook examples of failing to kill the snake and suffering its bite instead. Letting him grow was a colossal disaster for both factions, especially since he might become a figure of myth and legend.
After refining the essence blood, Ye Xiwen ignored their astonishment and strode straight into Luoyue City.
The moment he entered Luoyue City, Hua Menghan stood gracefully before him.
"Five years, and not a single word from you!" Even with Hua Menghan's steady temperament, her first words upon seeing him carried a reproach tinged with concern. Five years without any news whatsoever—if she had not believed he would surely return safely, she would almost have been unable to wait any longer.
She had endured