"Ye Xiwen, you're dead today! I'll cripple you, then drag you out to feed the demon beasts. I want to watch you get bitten to death alive!" Zhang Yunfei said with a cruel expression.
The other Zhang Family disciples wore hostile expressions as well. Yi Yuan Sect and the Zhang Family had never gotten along; they merely maintained a veneer of peace. In private, they had been making moves against each other for far more than a day or two.
Ye Xiwen was undoubtedly the newly risen genius of Yi Yuan Sect. Nipping a genius in the bud was the most effective way to strike at an opponent, so when Zhang Yuntian spoke, they had all followed him over.
"Just you lot?" Ye Xiwen sneered. "Tsk, tsk. So many experts—if you all died in one go, your Zhang Family would suffer a devastating blow too, wouldn't it?"
"You're at death's door and still talking tough! Everyone, attack! I want him crippled!" Zhang Yuntian roared savagely.
Several Houtian Ninth Stage Zhang Family disciples charged forward together. All kinds of martial arts bloomed in their hands. Those who could cultivate to the Houtian Ninth Stage at such young ages were none of them simple.
Multicolored true energy burst through the air, shaking out terrifying ripples as it blasted toward Ye Xiwen.
Clang! The long saber on Ye Xiwen's back instantly left its sheath, bursting with dazzling light. It transformed into a streak of radiance, cleaved through the air, and crashed toward them.
Boom! With a tremendous explosion of air, Ye Xiwen's saber severed all their attacks. In an instant, his blade traced nine saber shadows through the sky, enveloping one Zhang Family disciple within them.
"Bold! You're courting death!" Zhang Wu flew into a rage and shouted as he abruptly attacked. His