The incomparably powerful Wrathful Granny Ghost, who had made countless people tremble in fear, had died just like that at Ye Xiwen's hands. From beginning to end, she had never gained the upper hand even once. That was what made it truly terrifying. This had been a complete and utter crushing; from start to finish, he had not given her the slightest chance. That was the most terrifying part.
In many people's eyes, Ye Xiwen's strength had likely reached a world-shaking, heaven-defying level.
With such formidable cultivation, it was not impossible that he was Gao Chengye's master. The only question was that Gao Chengye had already ascended, yet Ye Xiwen, as his master, had not?
Could there be some unknown reason behind this?
With Wrathful Granny Ghost's miserable death, the eerie aura in the sky dispersed as well. Yet endless darkness still remained. Ye Xiwen looked into the void and said, "Come out, all of you. Whatever grudges you have with Pilgrimage Palace, I'll take them all on at once!"
"Ah, in the end, it still had to come to this!" A sigh suddenly drifted out from the darkness. A trembling figure emerged from within. It was an old man with azure hair, thin and withered, looking as though a gust of wind could knock him over at any moment.
"Why come one at a time and waste time? You might as well attack together!" Ye Xiwen said. Naturally, he had his own considerations for saying so. The simplest reason was that his power could not sustain battle after battle like this. Every portion of energy remaining in the ring that he used was one portion less.
"No need. As long as you defeat me, today's matter will end here!" the old man said slowly. Unlike his trembling body, his