"Ye Xiwen, how dare you!" With an enraged roar, Ying Bu Mie charged straight at Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen had stolen the fortunate encounter that should have belonged to him. That was the only thought turning over in his mind.
One could tell from Ye Mo just how many benefits they had obtained. And now Ye Xiwen had emerged from within as well. He did not even dare imagine how many treasures had been snatched away; his heart was practically bleeding.
Especially after seeing the rift behind Ye Xiwen vanish, he was beside himself with rage. Not only had others eaten all the meat, he had not even gotten a sip of the soup. It was simply outrageous.
A treasured sword appeared in Ying Bu Mie's hand and crashed down from the sky. That single strike carried an invincible might, cleaving heaven and earth apart.
He was, after all, an old-established Peak Quasi-Emperor. In terms of strength, he was not much inferior to Da Zi Zai Tian. Though he did not possess a Dao Artifact, he still could not be underestimated.
"Ye Xiwen, be careful!" Ye Mo suddenly shouted. Ye Xiwen did not have a Dao Artifact protecting him now, so this was naturally incomparable to before.
"It's fine!" Ye Xiwen did not care in the slightest. "He's merely a clown hopping on a beam. Ying Bu Mie, I received immense kindness from Senior Devil Lord. Today, I'll help him clean up you, this rebellious and unfilial disciple!"
Facing the sword cleaving directly toward him, Ye Xiwen neither dodged nor evaded. He simply threw a punch.
Bang!
Ye Xiwen's fist struck directly against the Sword Body, erupting with a tremendous sound like a great bell tolling. The spreading soundwaves made everyone's ears buzz, leaving them dazed and disoriented.
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