To these Heavenly Venerable scouts, Ye Xiwen seemed utterly mad. Any Half-Step Chief Sovereign was unimaginably powerful, let alone two of them. Even if Ye Xiwen was formidable, he could not claim with certainty that he could defeat two at once—and apparently, even that was not enough for him.
"I think you have truly lost your mind!" the man clad in golden armor said coldly as he looked at Ye Xiwen.
"Since we are fighting, then let us fight to our hearts' content in one go. Are you planning to stand by and watch? If you want to kill me, then come down and join the battle!"
Ye Xiwen flew directly out of the Martial Dao Era's army and entered the chaos. With a flicker of his body, he had already appeared deep within the chaos.
His gaze swept across the entire chaos, clearly carrying a pointed meaning. The Martial Dao Era's army also began to stir as Half-Step Chief Sovereigns emerged one after another.
And now, according to Ye Xiwen, there were apparently more than just these two.
"I did not expect you to sense my presence. But that still cannot change the fact that you will die today!"
Suddenly, another figure appeared.
This person looked like nothing more than an ordinary farmer, dressed in coarse hemp garments. If one did not look carefully, one might think he had just come in from plowing some field.
"And where did you crawl out from?" Ye Xiwen said with a curl of his lips.
"Martial Venerable, your slaughter has gone too far. Do you know what it means for excess to be as bad as deficiency? You have already destroyed three eras in succession. Is that not enough?" the old farmer sighed. "If you retreat now, I can make the decision