Brothers

Little Wolf's fighting style was truly shameless. He called it guerrilla warfare, but to Ye Xiwen, it was more like a strip of sticky cowhide plaster—impossible to tear off. Worse still, his movement technique was so exceptional that even Ye Xiwen found it difficult to catch him.

This mutt had now become a Great Saint, yet his conduct remained as shameless as the legends claimed. It truly left Ye Xiwen helpless.

Seeing the First Divine Lord about to swing his blade at the Yi Yuan Sect, Little Wolf hurriedly turned back and roared, "First Divine Lord, if you're a man, fight this prince fairly! What kind of hero bullies people weaker than himself?"

"Hmph!" The First Divine Lord snorted coldly from within his iron armor, paying no heed to Little Wolf's words. "Once I flatten this Yi Yuan Sect, I'll come back and slay you, you mutt!"

As he spoke, the First Divine Lord raised his saber. In an instant, a strange saber aura appeared on its hilt, formed from a segment of white aura and a segment of black aura intertwined. Yin Yang Power churned and merged within it before exploding. When it burst outward, it transformed into gray, balanced power—terrifyingly potent.

White represented life, while black represented death. Life and death were both under his control. This was a domain only gods could touch.

This was due to his unique cultivation technique. Ye Xiwen knew something of it; he had once found scattered clues in the memories of the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Divine Lords. Yet even though they were the First Divine Lord's brothers, they knew very little about his mysteries. Back when they had still been Half-step Legendary, the First Divine Lord had already been a Saint realm expert, and few had ever been worthy