Rescue

"What nerve!" Ye Xiwen swept over from afar, his body transforming into a mass of golden light as he charged straight in.

"Senior Brother Ye!"

When the Law Enforcement Hall disciples saw that the newcomer was actually Ye Xiwen, they called out "Senior Brother Ye" with some difficulty.

Their relationship with Ye Xiwen could not be called good. More than merely not good, they were practically fire and water, utterly incompatible.

Especially since they were Saint Realm experts and could be considered mid-level elites within the Law Enforcement Hall, they knew Ye Xiwen extremely well. No one could clearly remember how their grudge had begun, but just their enmity with him could be talked about for three days and three nights.

So, upon seeing that the newcomer was actually Ye Xiwen, their expressions became rather strange. From the standpoint of True Martial School, they were naturally fellow disciples, but in the eyes of the Law Enforcement Hall, Ye Xiwen was no good bird.

Even so, they did not dare speak disrespectfully. Leaving aside the fact that the strength Ye Xiwen had displayed was far above theirs, whether he had defeated Mu Shengjie through some trick or not, his Great Saint-level strength alone was enough to make them thoroughly convinced.

Besides, Ye Xiwen had come to save them now.

The feeling in their hearts could be summed up in two words: tangled up. They simply did not know what to do.

Yet at this moment, gratitude still overwhelmed every other emotion.

"Who are you, to dare meddle in my affairs?" The bearded Great Saint looked at Ye Xiwen with great hostility, his gaze carrying a hint of mockery.

"Someone here to take your life. You Southern Barbarians really have some nerve, daring to invade north while things are like this. Then