The End of a Legend

Mu Shengjie's aura just now had been terrifying beyond measure. One could well imagine how dreadful the secret art he had been preparing was. For a secret technique to be treated as a trump card by a prodigy like Mu Shengjie, its terror was self-evident.

If he had truly unleashed it, even Ye Xiwen in his current state might not have been able to handle it. How could he possibly allow Mu Shengjie to release that secret art so smoothly?

Everyone was nearly dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene before them. How could something like this happen? This was no ordinary person—this was Mu Shengjie, the next hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, a Great Saint Realm Great Perfection expert! How could he be battered over and over like a dead dog?

His body was being blasted away again and again. Was the end of the world coming?

Otherwise, how could they possibly witness something that should never have appeared?

"Haha, I knew Junior Brother would have a way!" Bai Jiansong threw back his head and laughed. Only now did he finally relax. He had been worried all along about how Ye Xiwen would contend with Mu Shengjie. That was a terrifying figure whom even Eldest Senior Brother had to face with all his strength, never daring to be careless. No matter how heaven-defying Ye Xiwen's talent was, the crucial point was that he was too young. He had cultivated for far too short a time; he and Mu Shengjie were simply not on the same level in terms of cultivation time.

Yet only when he truly saw Mu Shengjie being dealt with so miserably by Ye Xiwen did he finally believe Ye Xiwen's earlier words. As expected, Ye Xiwen never fought a battle he was not sure of,