"Damn it, I remember who that person is!"
Amid the clinking of cups and toasts, a disciple of a great Eastern Land sect suddenly shoved aside the table before him and rose to his feet in terror. His cups shattered across the floor, drawing many eyes.
"He's the Eastern Saint! He's Ye Fan, the Eastern Saint who slaughtered all nine princes of the Golden Crow Clan! It's him—it's definitely him! I saw him with my own eyes..."
The disciple pointed in Ye Fan's direction and shouted.
During the battle at Sacred Emperor Mountain, the Golden Crow Clan's army had been wiped out entirely. Not a single person had remained to leave behind an image of the enemy, while the various experts watching from nearby had all fled afterward.
Even those who had caught a glimpse of him feared retaliation from the Eastern Saint and dared not say much.
Only after the Golden Crow Clan's experts gathered evidence from many sources did they barely piece together a rough wanted portrait, posting it throughout the Divine Land with a hefty reward. The results had been meager.
Later, the thirty-six groups of experts sent in pursuit had all perished.
That disciple of the great sect had followed his master around the outskirts of the battlefield that day and caught sight of most of the Human Sacred Body's true appearance. That was why he was so certain of his identity.
The entire venue erupted in uproar.
Eastern Saint Ye Fan? The peerless fiend who had killed nine Golden Crow princes in a single day, then fought and slain the king of a generation, Heavenly Demon Granny?
Rumor had it that this man came from beyond the domain. No one knew whether it was true.
"The Eastern Saint? The Eastern Saint wanted by the entire