Slaying Mu Shengjie's Primordial Spirit Once More

"Mu Shengjie? Sorry, you came too late!" Ye Xiwen looked coldly at the newcomer. It was none other than Mu Shengjie.

Mu Shengjie wore a long robe, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked arrogantly at Ye Xiwen. His face was like frost, yet it now carried a trace of anger. He had called for them to stop just now, but Ye Xiwen had paid no heed to his words, treating him as if he were nothing. Ye Xiwen had even hastened the deaths of the two because of what he said.

"Good, good, very bold indeed. I never expected that failing to eradicate you in time back then would allow you to grow into something formidable—a scourge!" Mu Shengjie said coldly, anger flashing across his face. He had always held everything in his grasp, yet Ye Xiwen had actually ignored him.

A man accustomed to strength could never adapt to the feeling of someone breaking free from his palm. He had never taken Ye Xiwen seriously. Though Ye Xiwen could make quite a stir, in Mu Shengjie's eyes, he was nothing more than a particularly troublesome ant. Whether Ye Xiwen had been in the Legendary Realm or the Semi-Saint Realm, Mu Shengjie had never cared. In his eyes, Ye Xiwen was scarcely stronger than an ant, someone he could crush to death at will, with no threat whatsoever. Moreover, Mu Shengjie had been in seclusion at the time, so he had not personally gone all out to kill Ye Xiwen. Still, he had not remained entirely inactive, sending people after Ye Xiwen one after another.

Who would have thought that every attempt would fail? And with each failure, Ye Xiwen had grown at an astonishing pace, to the point where even Mu Shengjie now had to regard