Yue Canglan's gaze sharpened, and shock surged through him. He knew Fang Chen and the others had crossed the Barbaric Sea through their own strength and returned to the Barbaric Continent. He also knew Fang Chen had brought back people from many other Human Race factions. But he had never imagined that, besides the people of the Glazed Sword Sect and those other factions, Fang Chen had captured so many Devil Race powerhouses.
With Yue Canglan's eye for strength, he could tell that the thousand-odd Devil Race powerhouses before him were at least Devil Saints, even though they were doing their utmost to suppress their auras.
Those thousand-odd Devil Saints alone outnumbered the Saints of many Human Race factions. Even the Glazed Sword Sect had only recently gained another Saint, and most of its Saints were at the early Saint stage. Few had reached Late Saint cultivation.
Fang Chen spoke to Yue Canglan right in front of the Devil Race powerhouses. He was not afraid they would be angry if they heard him.
The Devil Race powerhouses looked at Yue Canglan in shock as well. Though the man wore a kindly smile, they sensed danger from him.
Yue Canglan nodded and could not help praising Fang Chen. "You really are remarkable. Not only did you bring our people back from the Sacred Land, you captured this many members of the Devil Race!"
Fang Chen laughed. "I was just lucky. Back then, I nearly didn't make it home myself!"
The thought of that journey to the Sacred Land still filled Fang Chen with lingering fear. If he had returned even a little later, the Great Sun Buddha Emperor would certainly have killed Ye Qingci. Had that happened, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. He could not