"Is there anyone else who wanted to come up?" Ye Xiwen's gaze swept over the crowd as he spoke in an icy tone.
His expression was indifferent, his eyes devoid of ripples or emotion, as though he were looking at a pack of corpses.
At this point, however, who still dared cause trouble for Ye Xiwen? Had they not seen a group of Eternal Life Realm Peak and Peak Imperishable Realm experts die miserably at his hands?
Everyone had practically watched with their own eyes as this demon-like fellow took scarcely any time at all to slaughter those immensely powerful gods.
And he had shown no mercy. Unlike when he faced Immortal Yuan Miao, when he had ultimately held back and spared her life, he had forcefully slain her supporters merely because they had dared lay hands on him.
Ye Xiwen's domineering nature had begun to chill everyone to the bone. Among those who had been slain were quite a few figures from powerful races, ancestors who stood at the pinnacle of their respective clans.
Yet now they had been killed without mercy. This showed that Ye Xiwen simply did not care about the attitudes of those races. Then again, someone had tried to assassinate him—was he supposed to take their background into consideration? Most people simply lacked such nerve.
More importantly, some people had witnessed Ye Xiwen's previous battle against Immortal Yuan Miao. Back then, Ye Xiwen had truly intended to kill her. If Immortal Yuan Miao had not been taken away at the critical moment, he might well have succeeded.
Cold sweat broke out down many people's backs. This was a lawless madman.
Seeing that no one dared come forward to assassinate him again, Ye Xiwen let the matter drop. By now, though, his aura had already recovered