Ever since Qingcang had met the others, he had maintained an aloof, superior posture.
"I have encountered many prodigies in my life, but in the end, they either died by my hand or fell far behind me. You will be no different."
"I rose to prominence in the Northern Demon Domain and have yet to witness the prodigies of the Southern Continent of the Demon Domain. Then now, let me see just how much these so-called prodigies of the southern Demon Domain are worth."
Ye Lin, who had remained silent all this time, gave a faint laugh. His figure suddenly flashed into the air, where he faced Qingcang from afar.
"Arrogant."
Qingcang's expression turned cold. In all his life, this was the first time he had heard someone dare speak to him like that.
"You know nothing."
Qingcang casually waved his hand, and the people behind him surged toward the Human Race prodigies below.
Excitement flickered in every one of their eyes.
"Hahaha! During the last Void Burial, the previous Holy Son of my sect slaughtered three of your Human Race's supreme prodigies, while your Human Race prodigies killed dozens of ours."
"Hearing of such achievements made my blood boil—I wished I could have gone up and fought personally. But now the chance is right before me. Come, you two-legged sheep of the Human Race. Let me see what you can do."
The Sacred Dragon Sect prodigy charging at the forefront laughed loudly, his eyes brimming with excitement.
"Arrogant."
Zhao Zilong, a Rogue Cultivator standing below, also turned cold. With a flick of his hand, a silver spear appeared before him, its shaft entwined with the phantom shadow of a silver dragon.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body, and lightning flashed as thunder rolled across the sky.
"Remember this—Zhao