The needle-point-against-wheat-tip clash at the gathering spread swiftly through the mouths of the gods. At the same time, a name rose like a comet—Ye Xukong.
Originally, Ye Xukong had appeared merely as Ling Tian's challenger, but now his image had suddenly become vivid and distinct. In many people's eyes, he stood infinitely close to the Imperishable Realm, possessing strength that could almost run rampant through the present age.
Even Ling Tian had been willing to give him this opportunity to challenge him. In three months, there would be an earth-shaking battle. Whether Ye Xukong could break through or not, that strange and unfathomable broken sword alone possessed might beyond ordinary imagination.
Yet in the eyes of many veteran powerhouses, besides Ye Xukong, Ye Xiwen was even more terrifying. Even Ye Xukong had received only one assessment from Ye Xiwen: "You are not my opponent."
For someone as proud as Ye Xukong to swallow his anger and acknowledge those words was itself a miracle. It also confirmed from the side just how formidable Ye Xiwen was. He had likely reached an unimaginable realm.
Though he appeared to be merely at the Eternal Life Realm Peak, no one would believe that anymore. How much strength he had concealed, no one knew.
This gathering sent the reputations of Ye Xiwen, Ye Xukong, Ling Tian, and the others soaring into the clouds, shaking the world.
Many people looked forward even more eagerly to the battles one month and three months from now. Perhaps they truly would be world-shocking confrontations.
While the news spread through Martial Capital at an astonishing pace, the parties involved entered a private room in the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Pavilion at Qin Lie's invitation.
Besides Ye Xiwen and Qin Lie, Ye Xukong, Monk Hui Zhen, Ao Yan,