These were all the True Immortal beings currently in the Contest Arena, aside from Ye Lin's group of three and the two who had come with Poison Venerable.
They stood densely packed before Poison Venerable, each one emanating an incomparably terrifying True Immortal aura.
Together, these people could instantly wipe out another star system.
Yet before Poison Venerable, they were nothing more than clay chickens and porcelain dogs.
Handling them alone might take some effort, but one should not forget that he had companions traveling the same road.
"Fellow Daoists, come play with me."
At that moment, Ye Lin stepped to Poison Venerable's side. The Dao rhythm of the sword coiled around him, and a faint smile rested on his face, making him seem as refreshing as a spring breeze.
But anyone who thought so was sorely mistaken.
"What's going on? Poison Venerable has people beside him?"
"Who is this guy? Never seen him before, but judging by his aura, he's another troublesome one."
"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us—are we supposed to fear just two people? If you're scared, then get lost."
"Forty-eight against two. The advantage is ours. If you still don't dare to make a move, then your True Immortal cultivation has gone into a dog's belly. What a waste of that heaven-born talent."
Watching the other side descend into infighting before they had even made a move, Ye Lin looked at Poison Venerable with an odd expression.
As if to say: That's it?
Poison Venerable had not expected the Three Cities Alliance's prodigies to be of such poor quality.
But that was only normal. The Three Cities Alliance was merely a bottom-tier force; any cattle or horses there could call themselves prodigies.
If the prodigies here were absurdly strong, that would