Two more Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm experts had arrived, both carrying themselves with extraordinary bearing.
One of them was handsome and dashing, appearing to be around thirty. His bearing somewhat resembled Bu Haomiao's, yet surpassed it; he was clearly another great figure who held immense power in his hands.
The other was covered in scales from head to toe, with a faint trace of dragon aura emanating from him.
A wyrmkin!
Ye Xiwen immediately recognized it. Dragons were inherently lustful, sowing their seed across the world, leaving wyrmkin scattered everywhere beneath the heavens.
Especially after entering the Ancient Wasteland, he had seen far too many wyrmkin for it to be surprising anymore.
For a wyrmkin to cultivate to such a level, he was undoubtedly a formidable expert as well.
"Who is this?" The newly arrived man swept his gaze around, finding Ye Xiwen to be the only outsider. He spoke in a distinctly hostile tone, his expression displeased.
"Brother Situ probably does not know yet, but this is the Ye Xiwen who has become so very famous lately!" Bu Haomiao said at that moment, placing particular emphasis on "very famous."
A teasing, half-smiling expression hung on his face, as though he intended to watch Ye Xiwen make a fool of himself.
A sharp glint flashed through Ye Xiwen's eyes before quickly vanishing. Yet his heart was far from calm. He had not wanted to make things difficult for Bai Jiansheng, which was why he had endured until now without openly falling out with them.
But Bu Haomiao kept picking fights with him. It seemed there would be no peaceful coexistence after all. Ye Xiwen had never shown mercy toward those who harbored hostility toward him and racked their brains to cause him trouble.
Bu Haomiao himself was both