"Does anyone object?" Ye Xiwen swept his cold gaze over everyone in the hall.
Everyone immediately felt as though they could barely breathe. What rose in their minds was the scene of Ye Xiwen blasting E'Ying apart alive just moments ago. He was no kind soul. On the contrary, he was a peerless fiend. Anyone who underestimated him would inevitably suffer a crushing loss at his hands.
E'Ying was proof enough. Ye Xiwen was absolutely not soft-hearted. Anyone who looked down on him would surely pay dearly at his hands.
At this moment, everyone was considering whether they should attack together. Although none of them believed they could defeat Ye Xiwen alone, if they joined forces—especially with Yao Qian and Qi Dong—they still felt that they had a chance of winning.
They would even be willing to give up competing for any Fire Spirit Essence that might still erupt from the pool, so long as Ye Xiwen agreed to it.
Seeing that they remained silent, Ye Xiwen said nothing either. Instead, he secretly circulated the Phoenix Rebirth Art, restoring the blood vitality and true essence he had expended when condensing the phantom of the Star Colossus.
Before long, color returned to Ye Xiwen's face, and his body had recovered to its peak condition. Even if they suddenly attacked him together now, Ye Xiwen had nothing to fear.
As for asking him to hand over what he had obtained, that was utterly impossible. If he had merely been an ordinary Transcendent Realm Second Heaven expert, would they have evenly shared even a little with him?
Just thinking about it made the answer obvious. That would have been impossible!
In this world, the one with the bigger fist had reason. More importantly, they were neither family nor friends to Ye Xiwen. Why