Wu Zimo's terror had now become the consensus of the crowd. A being who, just to find Ye Xiwen, had slaughtered ninety-nine ferocious beasts at the Peak Sage Realm alive—flattening Ice Soul City alone would be almost effortless for him.
Only now did they truly realize just how vast the gap was between ordinary Peak Sage Realm experts and genuine monstrous geniuses.
Even if those ninety-nine ferocious beasts had not been killed at the same time, it was still horrifying.
When gods of the same level were evenly matched, fighting for centuries or even millennia was perfectly normal.
If Ye Xiwen was a monstrous genius with potential, one who had yet to fully grow, then Wu Zimo was a true monstrous genius—a terrifying monster who had already fully matured.
Many people remained as silent as cicadas in winter. Even with merely their divine senses, they feared angering this terrifying and shameless monster. If he could rack his brains to strangle Ye Xiwen in the cradle, then it was entirely possible that he would strike them down as well.
Yet everyone was also extremely curious. What exactly was the artifact on Ye Xiwen that concealed the heavenly secrets? Although gods had, to a certain extent, stepped beyond the Three Realms and were no longer within the Five Elements, if they encountered a top expert determined to divine their whereabouts, there were still ways to do so.
Wu Zimo was so much stronger than Ye Xiwen that, even if divination was not his main path, it would not have been difficult for him to calculate Ye Xiwen's whereabouts with his strength.
Yet the truth was that he had slaughtered ninety-nine Peak Sage Realm ferocious beasts and used their blood essence for a blood sacrifice before barely managing to calculate Ye Xiwen's whereabouts.