Under Ye Xiwen's overwhelming might, the Great Saints who had gathered around all retreated. If they joined forces, they might have stood a chance of defeating Ye Xiwen, but no one was foolish. No one wanted to make wedding clothes for another. Having cultivated to the realm of Great Saints, they had already enjoyed everything the mortal world had to offer and might even ascend to the Heavenly Realm in the future.
No one wished to die here because of this. Unless they were driven to a dead end, they would not completely tear off all pretense.
Clearly, although Ye Xiwen had swept his gaze over them in warning, he had no intention of slaughtering them all. Yet they all understood that Ye Xiwen was no softhearted man. He had killed two Great Saints without even blinking. How could such a person possibly be merciful?
They had escaped great calamity this time, but while death might be avoided, punishment could not. They would likely have to yield enormous benefits to the Zhang Family to quell Ye Xiwen and the Zhang Family's fury. This was something they had never expected before coming here.
Who would have thought that after one trip, everything would change? With such a powerful figure reaching the summit, and with Zhang Li likely to survive his heavenly tribulation, the Zhang Family would have two incomparably formidable Great Saints standing behind it. No one could stop the Zhang Family from taking another step forward. Even the next generation of the Zhang Family producing someone who could contend for supremacy was already as certain as a nail driven into a board.
Having offended the Zhang Family to the bitter end, how could they avoid shedding some blood?
Making concessions in politics was now unavoidable. Before the domineering Ye Xiwen,