"This is impossible! Why did it turn out like this?!" Jia Qing could not believe it. He had finally worked up the courage to challenge Ye Xiwen. He had thought his cultivation had improved tremendously, and with this being the sea—effectively his home ground—he had a good chance of defeating Ye Xiwen.
Who would have thought that no matter how quickly he improved, he was still so utterly vulnerable before Ye Xiwen? One move—just one move—and Ye Xiwen had shattered all his attacks, as if every one of them had been so frail that they simply could not withstand a blow.
Wang Mengyu's alluring red lips parted slightly, but she did not know what to say.
Ye Xiwen seemed even more terrifying than he had been two months ago—and not just by a little. Two months ago, Jia Qing could still fight Ye Xiwen for some time, but now, a single move had caused Jia Qing to collapse on every front.
Wang Feiyun was equally astonished. The last trace of reluctance in his heart vanished in an instant. If someone were only a little stronger than him, he would not have accepted it. But if the other party were far stronger than him, then he would not even have the desire to contend.
Ye Xiwen paid no attention to how Jia Qing felt. He stamped his foot, turning into a streak of light as he shot toward the surface.
Wang Mengyu, Wang Feiyun, and the others followed behind Ye Xiwen and rose directly to the surface as well.
Jia Qing could only stand there blankly for a long while before finally flying toward the surface.
"I'm leaving!"
The next day, Ye Xiwen found Wang Mengyu and spoke.
His lips were pressed together as he gazed into the distance, though