Everyone around them paled at the sight. Looking at Ye Xingchen, dressed entirely in white, they felt as though they were looking at a Great Emperor and dared not meet his gaze. An immensely powerful pressure instantly filled the entire conference hall, pressing down on every member of the Ancient Clan until they could not lift their heads.
"Why should we of the proud human race be barred from this conference hall? Can you tell me why? Is it because we no longer have a Great Emperor? Then let me tell you: once I become an emperor, I will march in, flatten everything, and wipe out you Ancient Clan people!"
"A bunch of clay chickens and pottery dogs, yet you dare bare your fangs and claws before me? Do you really not know how the word 'death' is written? Hurry up and back off. Stop making fools of yourselves here. And you too, you dog who's spent his years living like a pig!"
As the deafening voice rang out, everyone's expression changed. The Ancient Clan members in particular could barely raise their heads beneath the pressure. The Ancient Clan elder, who bore the brunt of it, immediately retreated several steps at the sight.
Facing that sky-filling imperial might, his eyes were filled with fear. Although he too was a Quasi-Emperor, he had spent all these years lingering at the First Heaven, while the man before him was at least above the Third Heaven in strength.
With such young and powerful talent, once this man was allowed to grow, he would inevitably bring endless pressure upon their Ancient Clan. The more the elder thought about it, the more terrifying it became, and a trace of killing intent appeared in his eyes.
"Even if these old bones of mine die today, I'll