Chen Changan truly hadn't expected this. Did these people think sheer numbers were enough?
Hadn't they looked at Huo Yao's cultivation? Huo Yao alone could take care of them, yet they had dared to come knocking?
Still, Chen Changan stopped Huo Yao from attacking.
The Sacred Shaman Clan was not part of the Human Race, but its members looked no different from humans. How had these people recognized them?
"So they really are from the Sacred Shaman Clan."
"After all these years, you're still on the Heavenly Derivation Continent. You sure hid yourselves well."
"I thought every last one of you was dead."
"Hahaha! Brothers, take a good look. This is the Sacred Shaman Clan, the former rulers of the Azure Spirit Starfield."
"And now they're dogs with no home to return to."
"If we catch them, it'll be a tremendous achievement. Once we get in the Holy Spirit Clan's good graces, we'll be set for life."
At their words, Huo Yao and the others' eyes filled with murderous intent. If Chen Changan hadn't held them back, they would have charged already.
"You certainly have sharp eyes."
"But I'm curious. How did you recognize them as members of the Sacred Shaman Clan?" Chen Changan asked.
"A guess. We were just trying our luck."
A guess?
The hell? How were you so good at guessing? You got it right on the first try!
"You only guessed?" Chen Changan asked again.
"What else? If we'd actually recognized them, why would we have come over to confirm it?"
"Fine. In that case, there's no need for you to stay alive."
"Huo Yao, do it!"
Huo Yao had been itching to move. The moment Chen Changan gave the word, he charged.
Huo Yao was powerful—one of the Sacred Shaman Clan's strongest.
The Sacred Shaman