Chapter 15

At this moment, the battle in the distance had already been decided. Only a few of the Zhang family's warriors remained, a mere five, fleeing for their lives in the forest.

Ye Xiwén's figure flickered, and he followed them.

"How infuriating, how could this happen, these beasts!" The few Zhang family members who managed to escape the iron-backed silver apes' pursuit were covered in blood, all from their battle with the iron-backed silver ape king. If they hadn't retreated decisively, they would have been completely wiped out.

"Once we return, we'll have the family head gather experts to wipe out these beasts. Otherwise, we can't quench our anger!" One of the Zhang family's warriors said through gritted teeth.

"And that murderer, who killed our two young masters, is truly despicable. This matter is also suspicious; why would those iron-backed silver apes just happen to block our path?" Another warrior said resentfully. They had come with dozens of people, but only five or six had managed to escape.

"Kill them, all of them, tear them to pieces!" The scar-faced middle-aged man said through gritted teeth.

"You won't have that chance anymore!" A clear voice rang out.

The Zhang family members looked up and saw a youth, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a cold gaze.

It was Ye Xiwén!

"It's you, you're the one who killed our young masters!" One of the five survivors recognized Ye Xiwén. "The Zhang family will never let you go!"

"You won't have the chance to return!" Ye Xiwén said with a cold laugh.

"You're courting death, boy!" The scar-faced middle-aged man shouted, drawing his long sword and slashing at Ye Xiwén. The sword light flashed, and the sword qi was overwhelming.

Although he was severely injured, a Seventh Rank Warrior was still a Seventh Rank Warrior. Even a Sixth Rank Warrior in good condition would find it hard to survive this slash.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiwén was not an ordinary Sixth Rank Warrior. Even in his peak state, the scar-faced middle-aged man would have a hard time against him, let alone in his current injured state.

"Clang!"

Ye Xiwén instantly drew his long sword, the cold light almost blinding. He slashed out with the Crescent Moon Slash, the sharp sword qi splitting the air and cutting down instantly.

"Boom!"

The scar-faced middle-aged man's sword qi was shattered by Ye Xiwén's crescent moon sword qi, which rushed down like lightning, incorporating the essence of the Thunderclap Hand. The scar-faced middle-aged man had no time to escape.

The scar-faced middle-aged man only managed to shout in horror, "How is this possible, it's the Crescent..."

The sword light flashed, and the scar-faced middle-aged man was split in two.

Blood spurted out!

Clearly, the scar-faced middle-aged man had recognized the move, but he didn't have time to say more.

"What, how is this possible, the steward was killed!"

"The steward had Seventh Rank strength, almost on par with some core disciples. How could he be killed with one slash!"

"What terrifying sword technique!"

Seeing the scar-faced middle-aged man killed with one slash, the remaining Zhang family members' morale plummeted. They had just suffered a defeat, and now their strongest member was killed by Ye Xiwén. They were only Fourth and Fifth Rank Warriors, and they no longer had the will to resist.

The remaining four shouted and scattered, but Ye Xiwén would not let them escape. The Zhang family was one of the two major forces on Green Peak Mountain. If they escaped, he would face endless trouble, even a fierce retaliation from the Zhang family.

"Clang!" Ye Xiwén gathered all his strength and slashed out.

The sword qi was swift and lightning-fast, and in an instant, he had slashed six times. One of the fleeing Zhang family warriors was beheaded!

Ye Xiwén did not pause, his long sword sweeping out with incredible speed, accompanied by a thunderous sound, slicing into another warrior.

With two warriors killed, the remaining two could not escape either and were ultimately killed by Ye Xiwén.

The power of intermediate martial techniques was boundless. Although the Thunderclap Hand, when fully mastered, was not inferior to some intermediate martial techniques, in terms of killing efficiency, Ye Xiwén had to admit that the Crescent Moon Slash was stronger.

After killing the last of the Zhang family's remnants, Ye Xiwén breathed a sigh of relief. He no longer had to face the Zhang family's pursuit. Even if the Zhang family wanted to continue pursuing him, they would need to find him first, and they would need to know who he was!

Having temporarily escaped the Zhang family's entanglement, Ye Xiwén had no intention of returning. He still needed to continue training here for another half a month, as the annual sect competition was coming up in half a month.

The sect competition was a grand event held every three years, but only outer and inner disciples participated, divided into two parts: the outer disciples and the inner disciples. The top ten outer disciples could advance to inner disciples, but only the top five inner disciples could advance to core disciples.

In the One Origin Sect, there were thousands of outer disciples, over a thousand inner disciples, and only a hundred or so core disciples.

If inner disciples were the elite of the One Origin Sect, then core disciples were the seeds, the seeds of the One Origin Sect's growth and development. Most of the high-ranking officials in the One Origin Sect came from core disciples. To exaggerate, even if all the outer and inner disciples were wiped out, as long as the core disciples remained, everything would be fine, and the sect could quickly recover.

However, if half of the core disciples were lost, the One Origin Sect would suffer a severe blow.

This shows the status of core disciples in the One Origin Sect. Among the three Ye siblings, Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue were already core disciples, while Ye Xiwén was still struggling as an inner disciple.

Not everyone could advance to core disciple. Although many experts advanced to core disciples, most still had no chance, as many geniuses rose to compete for the limited spots. Sometimes, it wasn't just about strength but also luck. By the age of twenty-five, if one couldn't advance to core disciple, they would either become a steward in the One Origin Sect or leave the mountain to find their own way.

Once one advanced to core disciple, the treatment they received would be vastly different from before. With only a hundred or so core disciples, they occupied at least half of the One Origin Sect's resources.

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