Basically, the moment he showed himself, those so-called prodigies immediately fled, terrified as though mice had seen a cat.
That left him unable to advance openly and grandly. He could only sneak around in search of opportunities.
It had truly made things difficult for him.
This was probably the downside of being too famous.
"Oh? An aura fluctuation?"
As he walked, Ye Lin suddenly sensed the space ahead trembling faintly, while waves of powerful aura fluctuations intermittently came from up ahead.
This should be two prodigies engaged in a fierce battle. To Ye Lin, that was undoubtedly excellent news.
Thus, Ye Lin immediately rushed toward the front at top speed.
If viewed from the sky, one would see a blood-red figure rapidly closing in ahead, charging through everything in his path.
And directly ahead, at Ye Lin's destination, two prodigies were fighting a true battle of life and death.
"Today, either you die or I die."
A young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at the towering figure opposite him with utter madness on his face.
That figure was wrapped in immense wind and sand. Yellow sand filled the heavens, while the burly man at the very center of the sandstorm looked mockingly at the young man.
"Either you die or I die? You think you deserve to say that before me? There is still a gap between a prodigy and a peak prodigy."
"Three thousand years ago, I could trample you beneath my feet. And now, I can still—still—trample you beneath them once more."
"You are only fit to crawl beneath my feet for the rest of your life."
"How would a mortal dare slay an immortal?"
With a casual gesture from the burly man, the wind and sand around him gathered at his