A Once-in-a-Millennium Opportunity

Ye Xiwen's words were truly venomous. They would have been utterly useless against people with thick skins and black hearts, because such people would not take those words to heart in the slightest, nor would they care at all.

But the Feather Transformation Church Master before him was clearly not that kind of person. Perhaps he was sufficiently calculating and ruthless—otherwise, he could never have risen to the position of Feather Transformation Church Master, a post watched by countless people—but whether his skin was truly that thick was another matter.

Great figures like him placed tremendous importance on their reputation, especially when, to a certain extent, his honor nearly represented the honor of the Feather Transformation Church itself.

For thousands of years, no one had dared to act so presumptuously before him. And it was a mere Half-Step Transcendent Realm cultivator. In his eyes, what was that? Nothing more than an ant.

At this point, he was enraged. He stopped fleeing and came to a halt. He intended to deal this damned ant of a Half-Step Transcendent Realm cultivator a crushing blow. In his view, disposing of this audacious brat would not even take an instant, and he still had more than enough time to escape.

"Damn brat, you have finally angered me!" The Feather Transformation Church Master stared viciously at Ye Xiwen with bloodshot eyes, seeming to regard him as the representative of the entire True Martial School. He had come aggressively with the Feather Transformation Church army to wage war against the True Martial School, never imagining that such a thing would happen. The Feather Transformation Church army had actually been smashed to pieces, crushed without even the strength to fight back. Dozens of Transcendent Realm experts had suffered grievous losses; more than ten had been suppressed to