The Blood Raven Sect experts roared in fury, abandoning their opponents one after another as they closed in on Ye Xiwen.
"What, does it hurt your heart?" Ye Xiwen curled his lips into a faint, almost nonexistent smile, as though mocking them. "You scum have committed every kind of evil. You should have died long ago!"
Ye Xiwen stood motionless with his longsword in hand, like a demon god, his robes snapping wildly in the bloody wind.
"You've killed several experts of our sect! I think you've grown tired of living! Neither heaven nor earth will leave you a place to hide!" An immensely powerful Blood Raven Sect expert roared and pounced toward Ye Xiwen. His laws condensed around him—he was a Saint Realm expert.
Among the current human race, the Great Saint Realm was already the pinnacle. Those old monsters were generally hidden away, seeking ascension. Otherwise, once their thousand-year lifespan ran out, they would still die.
Basically, the greatest experts ordinary people could see these days were Saint Realm existences.
Even Saint Realm existences could chase stars and catch the moon, carry mountains and boil seas. Their strength was extraordinary, and crossing the stars was no difficulty at all.
"Idiot!"
The iron sword in Ye Xiwen's hand swept through the sky. Sword Qi shot up a thousand meters, piercing straight through the Saint Realm expert's head on the spot. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
"A mere Saint Realm cultivator dares act so arrogantly before me!"
Only then did everyone finally realize that Ye Xiwen was likely far from as simple as the strength he displayed. Who had ever seen someone at the Xiantian realm slaughter Saint Realm experts as though killing chickens?
It could not merely be because of the sword in his hand. Powerful magical artifacts