Killing the Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion

They had all suffered heavy losses at Ye Xiwen's hands. It could even be said that every one of them had been thoroughly humiliated by him. Their pride as heaven's chosen, their pride in never having been defeated even once, had all been shattered by Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen's overwhelming, decaying-force-like power had left them almost no room to fight back, filling their hearts with frustration. They had striven and worked hard, yet no matter what they did, they found that Ye Xiwen always seemed to be ahead of them.

Wei Mingyang in particular had been defeated by Ye Xiwen time and again.

And now Ye Xiwen stood in their path. They had once all thought he was courting death, but now it seemed he truly had a trump card of his own. To fight the Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion to a standstill—such strength was already enough to place him among the strongest beneath the starry sky.

The attacks of these two had both exceeded everyone's expectations.

Under Ye Xiwen's tide-like offensive, the Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion actually began to feel his blood and qi running low. Every attack, every defense, every counterattack consumed an enormous amount of blood and qi and true essence. Under normal circumstances, that would naturally have posed no problem, but against a supreme expert like Ye Xiwen, it became an issue.

His stamina was falling rapidly, and he had no time at all to replenish it.

"Pant!"

"Pant!"

"Pant!"

The Grand Elder of Eight Stars Pavilion's breathing grew increasingly ragged. He was getting more and more exhausted. Compared to Ye Xiwen, a young man through and through, he was someone who had lived for seven or eight thousand years. Normally, he still maintained vigorous stamina, and this was no problem for