Ye Xiwen spread his Demon Wings and shot forward at astonishing speed, like a falling star. Before long, he returned to the True Martial Realm. Throughout the starry sky, True Martial School disciples could be seen hunting down Feather Transformation Church disciples who fled like drowned dogs.
Most of the Feather Transformation Church disciples had been buried beneath the True Martial Stone Sword. Those who escaped were merely fish that had slipped through the net, though there were still quite a few of them.
Whenever Ye Xiwen encountered them along the way, he lent a hand in wiping them out. To him, it was no more than the lift of a hand. Having slain the Feather Transformation Church Lord, he was in an excellent mood and naturally did not compete with them for these merits. Even the kills he made were credited to those disciples.
Ye Xiwen did not know that by doing this, he had caused some disciples who had originally remained neutral to lean toward his side.
Once he entered the territory of the True Martial School, the sight before him was even more devastating. There were no enemies left within the school grounds. Corpses and mangled remains lay everywhere, white bones glinting grimly, blood flowing backward into rivers—a veritable sea of blood.
"Senior Brother Ye!"
"Senior Brother Ye!"
"Junior Brother Ye!"
The moment Ye Xiwen returned to the school, many True Martial School disciples came forward to greet him with exceptional warmth. These were people who, even if they had never helped Ye Xiwen before, had never opposed him either.
In this battle, Ye Xiwen's performance had been outstanding, truly among the best. The limelight around him had even overshadowed many of the True Martial School's veteran disciples. Though they had all stepped into the Half-Step Transcendent