"Ye Yichen."
A solitary, hoarse voice of a young man rang out from nearby.
Ye Yichen raised his head and saw a gaunt figure in black-and-red robes floating in the air before him. He was like a crow, surrounded by murky black aura, exuding an intensely grim and miserable air.
The black-and-red-eyed youth stared at Ye Yichen, the corner of his mouth curling slightly as he said coldly, "Your Ancient Rankings second place couldn't beat our Divine Tomb Cult's substitute. So what is the point of you, the Ancient Rankings third place, going onstage to waste time?"
Ye Yichen fixed his gaze on him, then suddenly declared, "Since we are both in the third position, this is the perfect chance to prove to everyone who the strongest Soul God in Xuanyuan really is!"
With those words, he elevated a personal contest into a contest between the Ye Clan and the Taicang Lineage, instantly stirring up a commotion.
Even Ye Qingtan herself was stunned for a moment before she said, half crying and half laughing, "I told him to learn from Li Tianming, and all he learned was how to talk tough..."
But she also knew that once the flames of war were escalated, the losing side would only suffer greater humiliation. At this moment, Ye Yichen had undoubtedly bound the Ye Clan's honor to himself!
His momentum naturally surged forward without hesitation!
Ye Qingtan was somewhat worried, because the Ye Clan had always established itself through keeping a low profile. They did not demand such imposing momentum and always prioritized stability in all things!
Would the other clansmen have objections to Ye Yichen?
Just as that thought arose in her mind, she saw the Ye clansmen around her rise to their feet one after another, their blazing gazes fixed on