"Old man, save me!" At the most critical moment, Young Lord of Joyful Union cried out in despair.
"Alas!"
An aged sigh drifted from the void. Then a withered claw reached out from the void and seized Ye Xiwen's Sovereign Sword Intent.
Ye Xiwen's Sovereign Sword Intent had already been greatly weakened after cleaving apart the Joyful Union Dragon Bed, and the withered claw easily crushed it into fragments.
Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. Only after the dust settled did everyone finally react, and they could not help letting out sighs of relief. If they had truly watched Young Lord of Joyful Union be slain before their eyes, the scene would have been far too thrilling—so exhilarating it was almost unbelievable.
It would have poked a hole through the heavens. Given the Joyful Union God King's lawless temperament, who knew how great a storm he would stir up? More importantly, he might vent his fury on them. The Confucian School was powerful, with experts as numerous as clouds and unfathomable strength. As fellow Seal King Factions, the Joyful Union God King might not dare move against them, but dealing with people like them would be far easier.
In short, when immortals fought, mortals like them would suffer.
The way they looked at Ye Xiwen involuntarily gained a trace of fear. Strength itself was not frightening; what was frightening was someone this ruthless, someone who disregarded all rules. To him, rules seemed like drifting clouds. If he said he would kill you, he truly dared to kill you. Such people were the hardest to provoke, and they had witnessed everything here.
This was fucking thrilling.
Gu Shiying and Yan Buyi's expressions were exceedingly grim. Someone had come right up to them without them noticing. If he had