Ye Xiwen moved, and he took the initiative to launch an attack on Corpse Old Ancestor. It was utterly shocking, almost unbelievable.
Especially to the people of True Martial School, every one of these opponents was a terrifying existence capable of destroying worlds, no different from figures out of myth and legend.
Even Huang Wuji, the strongest among them, could not possibly deal with them even after using the True Martial Stone Sword, let alone anyone else.
Yet Ye Xiwen had actually gained the upper hand in such a battle. It was simply terrifying.
"So strong! Junior Brother has grown stronger again!" Huang Wuji could not conceal the shock in his eyes. How long had it been? Ye Xiwen had grown stronger again, and not by just a little.
It was a tremendous improvement.
He could sense that when Ye Xiwen had returned last time, he had not even been a tenth as powerful as he was now. What kind of fortuitous encounter had he obtained?
Even Huang Wuji began to wonder whether it had been right for him to remain at True Martial School. Only a few hundred years had passed, yet he felt as though several thousand years had gone by. Compared to Ye Xiwen's meteoric rise, he appeared even more inadequate.
Did he need to leave True Martial School as Ye Xiwen had?
But under the current circumstances, he truly could not leave True Martial School without worry. Even though he knew that against such powerful foes, whether he stayed or left would not make much difference.
Still, Ye Xiwen's appearance made them all heave a sigh of relief. They were saved.
The pressure on Huang Wuji during this period had simply been too great.
It had nearly driven him to collapse. One world after another, worlds