The moment that voice fell, a figure had already appeared before the young master of the Demon Ape Clan and his group.
The young man's face was resolute and cold, his brows deep and bright. His body was strong and powerful, and a wisp of incomparably solid aura permeated the air around him.
The young master of the Demon Ape Clan narrowed his eyes and demanded in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Me?" The young man suddenly smiled. "You slaughtered the clansmen of my lineage, yet you still have the nerve to ask This Seat who I am?"
"Don't you find that ridiculous?"
With a sweep of his sleeve, several subordinates clustered around the young master of the Demon Ape Clan were torn apart by a terrifying aura before they could even react, exploding on the spot into a sky full of Blood Mist.
The young master of the Demon Ape Clan's pupils contracted. This newcomer was incredibly powerful—perhaps no weaker than several of the Clan's formidable elders!
What puzzled him most was how the other party had arrived here so effortlessly.
This was the Demon Ape Clan's territory, protected by the Clan's grand formation. Any outsider who dared approach would be reduced to ashes by the formation's power.
Though somewhat wary, the young master of the Demon Ape Clan had seen grand scenes before.
He sneered. "I am the young master of the Eight-Armed Demon Ape Clan. My father is Yuan Potian, the current Clan Leader."
"You dare kill my men and run wild here. Have you considered the consequences?"
The young man shook his head. "You slaughtered clansmen without cause and coveted the ancestral bloodline. You have already violated the Clan's rules."
"Never mind killing your men—even if I ground you to dust and scattered your ashes,