Everyone Was Speechless

Everyone was stunned. Was he trying to poke a hole in the sky?

The Old Sect Master of Eight Stars Pavilion had actually been slaughtered—and before everyone's eyes, beaten to death alive. There had been no imagined battle lasting days and nights; from Ye Xiwen gaining a slight upper hand at the beginning to the Old Sect Master of Eight Stars Pavilion being beaten to death in the end, that was all there was.

Fists feared the young and strong, and this was vividly displayed in Ye Xiwen. The old man was already advanced in years; his vital blood simply could not compare with Ye Xiwen's.

This battle had been exceptionally intense, consuming a hundred times more vital blood than usual. As it dragged on, Ye Xiwen seized the opportunity and, refusing to let up after gaining the advantage, rained down a savage barrage of blows.

In the end, he had been hammered to death. Thus, on the martial path, the younger one was generally, the more opportunities one had to improve; the older one was, the fewer opportunities lay ahead. Compared to the Old Sect Master of Eight Stars Pavilion, who had lived for several thousand years, Ye Xiwen, only a little over a hundred years old, was young beyond measure.

Not merely among Transcendent Realm experts—even among those in the Saint Realm and Great Saint Realm, he was considered young. Those who were somewhat younger, such as Huang Wuji and the others, were still over a thousand years old.

What Ye Xiwen excelled at most was seizing an opponent's weakness and then launching a fierce assault. No one could withstand such a blow, and that was why he could run rampant.

"Old Sect Master! Damn it! Beast!" Seeing Ye Xiwen kill the Old Sect Master with a single