"So strong."
Mo Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, but the slight tremor in his right hand behind him showed that receiving that palm strike had not been easy.
"To withstand one of my palm strikes, you have done well enough. You have every right to be proud. Remember this: I am Qingcang, Holy Son of the Sacred Dragon Sect in the Southern Demon Domain."
Qingcang stood high above them, looking down at Mo Yun below as he calmly announced his name, his voice carrying waves of majesty.
Rather than voluntarily introducing himself, it was more like he was bestowing the information upon them.
"The south."
Ye Lin's eyes flickered when he heard Qingcang announce his origins.
If his guess was correct, then Dugu Feng had come for the south this time. During the last Void Burial, it had been the betrayal of the southern prodigies that had utterly crippled the north.
This was a blood feud that would not end until one side died.
He had not expected the first southern prodigy he encountered today to be this one.
The south!!!
The prodigies standing behind Ye Lin felt their hearts tighten, thick battle intent blazing in their eyes.
As natives of the Demon Domain, they understood the Void Burial even better than Ye Lin did, and their hatred for the southern prodigies' ambush last time ran even deeper than his.
It was because of the southern prodigies' treachery last time that the Human Race in the Northern Demon Domain had fallen into such dire straits, unable to produce even a single respectable prodigy.
After all, during the upheaval of the last Void Burial, nearly all of the Human Race's supreme prodigies had perished inside at once. This was also what led to the Human