The upper echelons of countless sects were dumbfounded. And not just them—many elders and Grand Elders stood rooted to the spot, unable to react for a long while.
This...
Before the eyes of so many people, Ye Wen had been killed. No one had anticipated it. He was the son of the Internal Affairs Hall Master, a direct descendant of one of the founding clans. His status had been incomparably noble.
But who could say that anything was wrong?
Ye Wen had been the one to propose a life-and-death battle. Ye Tianxiong and Ye Tianhong, the two Ye Family heads and his biological fathers, had both been present, yet neither had objected at the time. Moreover, Chu Tian had even let Ye Wen strike first.
What made it even more suffocating was that Chu Tian had only just broken through to the Spirit Refining Realm, while Ye Wen had entered it three or four years ago and had long since reached the tenth level of the Spirit Refining Realm.
By both sentiment and reason, Ye Wen should have been condemned for bullying the weak with his strength. Yet Chu Tian had killed him in one punch.
What was there to say?
His powerful spiritual sense rippled outward as Chu Tian used Spirit Transposition to return to his original spot. His expression remained calm, and not even a trace of blood stained his palm. Turning to Duanmu Lei, he said, "Uncle Lei, the battle is over. Let's go!"
He understood that continuing to pressure Ye Tianxiong would yield no result. These matters alone were not enough to strip him of his position as Sect Master. Continuing would only waste time and energy.
His purpose was to let Ye Tianxiong know not to indulge in those pipe dreams. The Chu Family could