Ye Xiwen merely looked calmly at the Southern Celestial Venerable. He was not afraid. Though the Southern Celestial Venerable was indeed terrifying, Ye Xiwen was no longer the Wu Xia Amon of old.
The man he had once needed to look up to was now nearly someone he could stand shoulder to shoulder with.
Once matters concerning the Epoch Battlefield began, it would not only be the Eastern Heavenly Lord plotting to establish peerless merit and become the Central Celestial Venerable. Ye Xiwen, too, would plan to temper himself in the Epoch Battlefield, raise his strength, and contend for the position of Eastern Heavenly Lord in the future. At that time, the two of them would stand on equal footing. What was there for him to fear?
Besides, giving him face over ordinary trifles would have been one thing, but Heavenly Fire God Lord was entirely different. These old monsters possessed wills firmer than the next; such a crushing defeat could not shake their resolve.
Once a tiger was released back into the mountains, he might even use this great setback to climb another step and enter the Fourth Stage. When that happened, the truly terrifying beginning would arrive.
Once he entered the Fourth Stage, he would swiftly recover his former strength. To Ye Xiwen, that would be the worst possible news.
Ye Xiwen himself had experienced countless great battles in his life. Not all of them had gone with the wind at his back; he had encountered enemies so powerful that he could not muster even the slightest thought of resisting.
Yet he had never been discouraged. Those people had now become withered bones by the roadside on his path toward the Great Dao. Who still remembered their names?
Judging others by himself, Ye Xiwen had always allowed generously