Escalating Confrontation

Seeing Ye Xiwen defeat four opponents in succession, how could the experts among the extraterritorial overlords remain seated? Especially the experts from the four sects, including Tianwu Gate—when they saw the promising young talents in their eyes suffer a crushing defeat at Ye Xiwen's hands, beaten one after another by him alone, disbelief first flashed through their eyes, followed immediately by rage.

"Stop!" The Tianwu Gate elder let out a thunderous roar, his body shooting toward the cosmos like a cannonball. Yet with a deafening bang, he slammed into a barrier. The terrifying force sent the barrier into violent ripples.

"True Martial School!" the Tianwu Gate elder bellowed, glaring at the people of True Martial School. How could he not realize by now that they had acted to stop him from rescuing anyone? "If anything happens to Ran Chengtian, I'll have True Martial School buried with him!"

"That is not quite right, is it? Wasn't it said that during a match, fists and feet have no eyes?" Huang Wuji's faint voice drifted over, calm and utterly without inflection, as if he were discussing something of no consequence whatsoever.

The Tianwu Gate elder was immediately beside himself with rage. He had been the one to say that fists and feet had no eyes during a match, but at the time, he had merely been making excuses for Wei Mingyang, Ran Chengtian, and the others to kill Ye Xiwen. He had never imagined that those words would come back to haunt him.

The situation had completely reversed. Not only had they failed to kill Ye Xiwen, they had instead been defeated by him one after another, crushed as easily as rotten wood.

In truth, from the moment Ye Xiwen brought out the Heavenly Origin Mirror, he had known that these few would