Before the battle began, no one had expected Ye Xiwen to try to seize the Demon character—much less to actually do it the moment he said he would.
It was simply lawless and unrestrained. By himself, he had shattered the balance and tacit understanding among all the factions beyond repair.
That was why these older-generation figures found people like him the most troublesome. They always so easily smashed every rule to pieces, then erected rules of their own.
Such people were rare, but every single one of them had once stirred up towering waves.
"It's over, it's over! He actually dared to take the Demon character!" Many experts of the Primordial Demon Race completely broke down. The consequences of the Demon character being taken were far more severe than a failed power grab or Qing Mo's defeat.
But at this moment, who could possibly stop Ye Xiwen, whose ferocious might was at its peak?
Not even Quasi-Emperors could stop him. Only now did they remember that actions came with a price. When they had plotted, they had treated Ye Xiwen like pork on a chopping block, never considering all this.
Ye Xiwen gave a cold laugh and ignored Qing Mo's ceaseless wails. This battle could be considered the recovery of a little interest. Just activating the Time Law Robe had consumed over a hundred thousand pieces of Emperor Source.
He now had fewer than a million pieces of Emperor Source left. Naturally, he had to recover some interest, and this Demon character was just right.
Ye Xiwen swept his gaze over the surroundings. His sharp eyes pierced straight into people's hearts, even sweeping directly into the hearts of those beyond the small world.
Many people lowered their heads, not daring to meet Ye Xiwen's gaze. Though this was an era