"Human Race?"
At the sight of Ye Lin, Yan Cheng, who had never spared the group a second glance, sat up and stroked his chin, studying Ye Lin with keen interest.
"It's been a long time since a Human Race prodigy came here. Looks like I've got Good Luck today—I actually ran into one."
"I'll give you a chance. You seem fairly strong, so become my hired thug. Then I can pretend nothing happened today."
Yan Cheng casually waved a hand, imperial majesty billowing from his body.
"Then I'll give you a chance too. Come down and admit your mistake, and I can pretend nothing happened either."
Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, raising his head to look at Yan Cheng as he said in a deep voice.
"You don't know whether you're dead or alive."
Hearing this, Yan Cheng gave Ye Lin a faint glance before casually waving his hand.
The Golden Guard, who had yet to make a move, sprang into action. With long spears in hand, they surrounded Ye Lin at the very center.
The disciples of the four sects stood around Ye Lin, watching the Golden Guard surrounding them.
"Kill them. Leave none alive—except that Human Race member. Keep him alive."
Yan Cheng's voice came from atop the carriage. The eleven Golden Guard moved, brandishing their spears as they charged at Ye Lin.
The four sects' disciples standing around Ye Lin were clearly no pushovers either. Gripping their weapons, they rushed forward to meet the attack.
In an instant, waves of True Immortal Dao resonance erupted all around. The ground shattered into fragments, while building after building in the surroundings was destroyed.
The living beings who had intended to watch the show scattered at once.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, looked directly at Yan Cheng