At this sight, not only did no one lower their guard, they instead faced a great enemy, each of them gazing warily toward the heavens.
The phenomena that had filled the sky vanished entirely at that moment, and the Sword Qi blanketing the heavens dissolved into nothingness in an instant.
Then, a figure silently appeared before them.
A gray robe, tattered cloth shoes, a face full of stubble, messy hair draped over his shoulders, a gourd in hand—beneath his feet was a silver Long Sword, its blade constantly spitting out sharp sword radiance.
Upon seeing him, the ten people standing behind Ye Lin all retreated several steps.
It was not that they wanted to retreat, but the man before them posed far too great a threat. Though he had not made a move, his aura alone left them unable to muster even the slightest will to resist.
At that moment, they understood the gap between themselves and the absolute peak.
This man was undoubtedly a supreme prodigy—and even among supreme prodigies, he belonged to the strongest tier.
They retreated because they did not want to force Ye Lin to retreat as well.
They were smart people, not fools who would stand in front of Ye Lin and throw away their lives.
The farther they were from Ye Lin now, the safer Ye Lin would be. After all, although there were differences between supreme prodigies, those differences were slight.
Even if he could not win, he could still flee.
Yet Ye Lin remained where he stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm as he watched the man before him.
"A Human Race member? Not bad. You can still stand where you are after seeing my true form."
Ye Gudu looked at the blood-colored figure wearing a mask before