Everyone was stunned. They truly had not considered this possibility, but thinking about it, he had most likely traded other wealth for them. In their eyes, Ye Xiwen was merely at the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level. With such strength, he might be wiped out after venturing only a little farther into the Blood Prison. He was nothing worth mentioning.
"What did you mean by that?" the sinister-faced old man asked coldly.
"It meant you idiots!" Ye Xiwen took a step forward and swept out directly. His entire body became like a whirlwind as he lunged straight at the sinister-faced old man.
"Aren't you coveting my thousand bloodstones? Then I'll let you see exactly what those thousand bloodstones bought me—Soul Scattering Blood Claw!"
He spread his five fingers and formed them into a claw, striking out in a single grab. Five astonishing bloody traces tore forth, splitting the entire heaven and earth into five separate realms. Like a landscape painting, it was ripped into piece after piece.
The terrifying claw force bore down upon the sinister old man.
Splat!
Like that stretch of void, his entire body was torn apart on the spot.
"Ah!" The sinister old man screamed. His entire body was ripped apart alive, yet driven by some strange force, he actually condensed himself again.
However, his face was deathly pale. He had clearly suffered severe damage to his vital energy and had been utterly wounded by Ye Xiwen.
"How is that possible?" The old man stared at Ye Xiwen with a face full of disbelief. He was at the peak of the Po Wang Realm Eighth Level, while Ye Xiwen was only at the Po Wang Realm Seventh Level, yet he had been beaten to the point where he could barely fight back.
One claw had nearly