Ye Xiwen laughed. Even when these people came to rob and kill someone, they had to find themselves a high-sounding justification. Compared to them, whether Jian Wushuang or the Crocodile Crown Prince, both were far, far superior.
That was the bearing of true powerhouses—true freedom and unconstraint. It was not fearlessness, but pressing forward without hesitation, like a tiger that cared for nothing.
The crowd immediately nodded one after another, clamoring to teach Ye Xiwen a lesson. At this point, they were flustered and afraid. They had originally thought Ye Xiwen was merely a Half-Step Transcendent Realm martial artist. Robbing him would be no great matter.
Yet they had never expected things to turn out this way. Not only had they failed to become hunters, but judging by the situation, they might become prey instead. That was something they could never accept!
"Kill him! Everything he has will be ours!" The old man's words made the martial artists' eyes redden slightly. Some had come for the map, some for the Burning Wood Blade Technique, and others for the possibly immense wealth Ye Xiwen carried.
Whatever their purpose, no one would mind gaining a little more wealth!
"Kill him! Today, either he dies or we die!"
Someone shouted, though no one knew who. All the martial artists' eyes went red as they lunged at Ye Xiwen. Ye Xiwen's attitude was clear: whether they wanted to live or wanted the wealth on him, they had to kill him first.
The first to charge forward were a pair of brothers, both at the peak of the Transcendent Realm Second Heaven. Joining forces, they could likely contend even against an ordinary Transcendent Realm Third Heaven expert.
"Brat, we'll be taking your wealth!"
The brothers attacked together, their fist techniques tearing through the heavens and