On the street, as Ye Xingchen remained silent, the Ancient Clan members before him trembled with fear.
Under that powerful pressure, they were like ants, not daring to move recklessly.
Seeing this, the Ancient Clan genius on the palanquin showed a faint smile. He shook his head, then stepped down and approached Ye Xingchen, asking mockingly:
"Before I came out, I heard that a man in white in the Northern Region had slaughtered so many Ancient Clan members there that they stayed out at night, afraid to go home. If I'm not mistaken, that was you!"
"My Ancient Clan has reigned over the world dozens of times. Surely we haven't fallen so low that your human race can bully us? A mere fellow whose cultivation is only at the Great Sage level-do you think you can crush the entire Ancient Clan?"
Ye Xingchen's expression did not change at these words. He could not help sighing softly. Looking at the genius before him who had no idea he was courting death, he shook his head and casually waved a hand. A wisp of powerful aura instantly crushed its way past.
Before the genius could react, he let out a muffled groan and staggered two steps back. Just as Ye Xingchen was about to gravely injure him, a white-haired old man suddenly burst out of the palanquin.
With a raise of his hand, an immensely powerful force swept over. Sensing that power, Ye Xingchen smiled faintly. The Ancient Clan has finally sent out someone at the Saint level.
Looking at the old fellow before him, who already had one foot in the coffin, he swept his hand, sending an even stronger wave of pressure crushing toward him. Instantly, before the old man, whose cultivation was only at the Great Sage level, could