Although he was surrounded, Ye Xiwen was not worried. Charging into the Heavenly Race Great Camp would indeed pose an enormous threat to him, but as long as he did not enter it, with his current cultivation, he had no need to fear anyone.
Even an expert with cultivation like Da Zi Zai Tian's would still die by his hand.
"Ye Xiwen, surrender at once!" Several powerful Quasi-Emperors had already flown around Ye Xiwen. Without exception, they all radiated formidable auras. They were outstanding among Quasi-Emperors, the elite of the elite stationed within the great camp.
These people were closest to Ye Xiwen and had been the first to rush over. Many grand formations were also reviving.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking divine radiance turned into a pillar of light and smashed viciously toward Ye Xiwen.
Bang!
Yet Ye Xiwen merely flicked his hand and instantly shattered that heaven-shaking divine radiance on the spot. An attack capable of threatening a Quasi-Emperor had not caused Ye Xiwen even the slightest trouble.
Seeing this, the Late Stage Quasi-Emperor Heavenly Race expert leading the group suddenly changed expression. A fierce glint flashed through his eyes. Though he trusted that no one could run wild within the Heavenly Race Great Camp, he was no fool. Ye Xiwen's strike had thoroughly filled him with alarm.
Even if it had been him, he could not have dispersed that formation's attack with a casual blow without dodging.
Just how astonishing was that physical body?
Only then did he suddenly recall all the legends surrounding Ye Xiwen. It had long been said that Ye Xiwen had slain Late Stage Quasi-Emperor experts. Even if he had made no progress over these years, he was still not someone to be underestimated.
But he soon stopped caring, because the formations that had been