This centipede in particular had clearly come with ill intent. Its strength had reached the Peak Quasi-Emperor realm, and no one knew where it had come from. It was obviously here to cause trouble.
A terrifying aura swept in, blanketing heaven and earth at once.
"Just who is this centipede?" someone could not help asking. With so many experts gathered here, someone actually dared come and make trouble?
Was it tired of living? Ye Xiwen was not alone. Ye Mo and Ye Qianqian had forged astonishing reputations over the years, while Ye Wudi, Hua Menghan, and Little Kun Peng would surely stand by him. Yet this creature was still so confident.
"It is the Centipede Great Saint. Other than him, where in heaven and earth could there be another centipede with such imposing might?" someone said.
"So it is him. Legend has it that he once stirred up storms and waves, but later offended an Emperor Lord and was severely wounded. He slept until now to heal his injuries. In recent years, he has been quite formidable and built up no small reputation. But why would he be so foolish? No matter what, Ye Xiwen is not someone any random person can provoke!"
"The Centipede Great Saint? He really is tired of living!" Little Kun Peng abruptly rose to his feet, intending to transform into his true form and battle the Centipede Great Saint.
Although the Centipede Great Saint was extremely powerful, and its true body was absurdly huge, the bloodlines of ordinary divine beasts and demon beasts would face certain death against it. But Little Kun Peng was different. Pure Kun Peng blood flowed in his bones—the foremost of the ten ferocious beasts of antiquity. No matter how ferocious it was, could it be fiercer than him?
Everyone looked