"There's also the Dragon Severing Family's second young master, Duan Long Wuming. If you get the chance to run into him, help me beat him up!" Ling Fei clenched her tiny fists and said with a frown.
"Looks like he really offended you badly!" Ye Xiwen said with a soft laugh.
"Mm!" Ling Fei said with a stern little face, deadly serious.
"Alright, then we'll beat him up!" Ye Xiwen burst into laughter, rose to his feet, and headed for the final selection site.
This time, the Dragon Severing Family had sent out ten people to compete against ten experts recruited from outside, with ten ultimately to be chosen.
The twenty experts quickly gathered, naturally dividing into two lines.
Twenty Peak Myth Realm experts, existences comparable to those who had attained the Dao—their presence alone froze the space throughout this stretch of the universe. Before such power, no space could truly endure.
Killing intent was boundless. They were all rivals to one another.
Ye Xiwen stood amid the crowd. His record of heavily wounding Duan Long Wuquan with a single punch yesterday had instantly made him the focus of everyone's attention.
Whether they were from the Dragon Severing Family or outside experts, all paid him considerable attention. Wave after wave of pressure surged toward him, seeking to crush his will before the battle even began.
Ye Xiwen gave a cold laugh and remained utterly composed. With the Myriad Heart Ancient Tree guarding his mind, this sort of pressure posed no burden to him whatsoever.
Instead, his gaze settled on a tall, powerfully built figure. Black hair spilled over his shoulders, while golden Treasure Qi rose from his entire body like a pillar holding up the heavens, piercing the firmament and flooding the world in surging waves.
Around him, let alone