"Wan Feng, chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect."
"Xiaoyaozi, Holy Son of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect."
"Ice Heart, Holy Son of the Heaven and Earth Sacred Land."
"Mo Yun, personal disciple of the Demonic Sect Master."
"Rogue Cultivator, Zhao Zilong."
"Liu Qin, Saintess of Tianyi Sacred Land."
"Shuang Han, divine maiden of the Frozen Sacred Domain."
"Pan Wu, chief disciple of the Heaven-Coiling Sect."
"Wan Jiang, personal disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect Master."
Upon seeing Ye Lin arrive, the nine people who had been sitting cross-legged all rose and bowed to him.
"Blood Baleful greets you all, fellow Daoists."
Looking at the nine before him, a flicker of surprise passed through Ye Lin's eyes before he returned the salute.
None of these nine were simple figures. Aside from Pan Wu, all of them were peak True Immortals.
Even if they fell short of Yan Batian, the gap was not great.
It seemed that the Human Race had truly gone all out this time, bringing forth its true reserve of heavenly geniuses.
"Young Master, the Alliance Master said that we are to follow your orders. But after discussing it among ourselves, I am unconvinced."
At that moment, one of the nine—a young man clad in black robes and emanating dense demonic qi—spoke in a grim tone.
His pair of blood-red eyes stared quietly at Ye Lin.
The other eight frowned slightly, turning to glance at Mo Yun, seemingly wanting to speak but holding back.
"Oh? So you mean to have a bout with me?"
Ye Lin raised a brow as he looked at Mo Yun. This was what a heavenly genius should be like—the pride a heavenly genius ought to possess.
"Previously, our Human Race had a difficult time acting in the Central Domain. I had always wished