Like the disciples of the Yi Yuan Sect, once the Zhang Family's disciples reached a certain level in their cultivation, they too had to head to Tianfeng Hall. The Zhang Family itself was one of Tianfeng Hall's high-ranking families, and every year, a great number of Zhang Family disciples entered Tianfeng Hall.
As anywhere else, Tianfeng Hall had fierce factional struggles, with forces great and small running rampant. He was the champion of this generation; once he entered Tianfeng Hall in the future, this group would certainly follow his lead. In other words, they were his future foundation—yet Ye Xiwen had slaughtered three of them. How could they not be enraged?
The moment Ye Xiwen appeared, the morale of the Yi Yuan Sect disciples surged.
"Kill these bastards!"
"Kill!"
The Yi Yuan Sect disciples' fighting spirit was immediately stirred.
"You're courting death!" the young man surnamed Liu said coldly. "Get them!"
At his command, the Zhang Family disciples behind him immediately charged at the Yi Yuan Sect disciples.
Boom! The two sides crashed together viciously like two raging torrents. In that first collision alone, several unlucky men were killed.
The disciples on both sides had long since fought until their eyes were bloodshot.
"Kid, you're dead today!" Zhang Jingxin roared as he lunged at Ye Xiwen.
The young man surnamed Liu merely cast his gaze toward the Blood Origin Fruit Tree atop the mountain, then leaped toward it.
How could Ye Xiwen let him have his way? He immediately shot after him. At that moment, Zhang Jingxin rushed at him with his sword, determined to kill Ye Xiwen.
"Get lost!" Ye Xiwen shouted. His blade swept horizontally, and a vast flood of Blade Qi rolled forth, blasting toward Zhang Jingxin.
Bang! Zhang Jingxin's Sword Qi was no match for Ye