Ye Xiwen had consecutively grievously wounded and slain four people, yet in the Golden-Winged Howling Sky Lion's eyes, there was not the slightest fear. Instead, he seemed even more crazed. He could sense that if he devoured Ye Xiwen, the benefits would be beyond reckoning.
Especially the means to contend against a Peak Sage Realm expert—if he could seize it, wouldn't he have a chance to stand against a Seal King Expert?
That had originally been the exclusive privilege of those monstrous prodigies. Now, he too had a chance. He too might be able to achieve it.
At that thought, the greed in his heart swelled without limit. How could he possibly be willing to leave so easily?
"Profits truly can blind people with greed!" Ye Xiwen sneered, seeming to mock the Golden-Winged Howling Sky Lion's arrogance. "What a pity. I wonder how many Golden-Winged Howling Sky Lions are still left in this world. If one dies here, wouldn't that be such a shame? Would your species go extinct because of it?"
Everyone was horrified. At a time like this, Ye Xiwen still dared to say such things. Could it be that he truly had some trump card yet unused?
If that were really the case, it would be terrifying.
Yet some refused to believe it. No matter how they looked at Ye Xiwen, he seemed to have lost all combat strength. His face was deathly pale. He had replenished his mana, but he could not replenish the vital essence he had expended. Many present were masters of cultivation; how could they fail to see it?
But with Ye Xiwen's two previous examples of feigning weakness before slaying powerful enemies, no one dared be certain. Who knew whether this bastard still had some hidden trump card up his sleeve?
Moreover,