Boom, boom, boom.
Within the cloud layer below, the great battle had already begun, terrifying ripples scattering in every direction.
Above the clouds, in the ninth heaven, Ye Lin and Mo Xin faced each other.
"The peerless genius who defeated Yan Batian—Blood Baleful. Am I right?"
Holding a long blade in his hand, Mo Xin spoke slowly.
"Since you know who I am, you still dare act so recklessly?"
Ye Lin was slightly surprised inwardly, but he still asked coldly.
"Hahaha, I came here for you."
"Ever since that fellow Yan Batian came to my Devil City a thousand years ago and defeated me, I became the laughingstock of the world. Among those so-called peerless geniuses, I even became the one at the very bottom."
"After that, I cultivated bitterly for a thousand years. I had planned to take back everything I had lost, and take it back with interest. But after hearing that Yan Batian had fallen to your hand, I changed my mind."
"Yan Batian is no longer worthy of being my opponent. But you defeated Yan Batian. If I kill you now, my prestige will surely rise to an even greater height."
"Then, everything I once lost will return to me, and I will smoothly become the next clan chief of the Devil Race in the Northern Demon Domain."
"With countless resources gathered upon me, and the arrival of this great age, the Golden Immortal realm will be within reach."
Listening to the fellow's self-important speech, Ye Lin finally understood. This man had come specifically for him—he intended to use him as a stepping stone.
To use him as a stepping stone and climb even higher.
"Heh, well said. You lost to Yan Batian a thousand years ago—do you think Yan Batian made no progress at all