"Is this Central Continent?"
In Central Continent, Ye Lin stood on the land with his hands behind his back, his expression proud and aloof. Behind him stood three thousand figures in white, perfectly aligned.
Each of those three thousand white-clad figures carried a long saber on their backs.
"Young Master, what should we do next?"
A young man came to Ye Lin's side and asked softly.
At that, a strange smile curled across Ye Lin's lips.
"Of course, we take back everything that belongs to me. First, we go to Purple Sky City and reclaim it completely. Then we find that impostor."
After Ye Lin spoke, the people behind him nodded one after another, their faces soon filling with fury.
The truly invincible one was right here, yet those fools could not recognize Mount Tai before their eyes and insisted on following that follower instead. How pitiful—the major factions had all been deceived by that impostor.
That impostor truly had quite the skill.
"Let's go."
With that, Ye Lin walked at the front with his hands behind his back, followed by all three thousand white-clad figures. Ye Lin strolled along leisurely, surveying the territory of Central Continent with immense satisfaction, as though he were inspecting his own domain.
At this moment, he had completely designated Central Continent as his own territory.
After all, everything here was his. It was only that an impostor had taken his place.
And now that the true master had arrived, it was time for that impostor to step down.
"So this is the Invincible Art? It truly is wondrous."
Ye Lin looked at the blackish-purple aura in his palm, a trace of infatuation flashing through his eyes. This kind of power was simply too intoxicating.
In order to make the act convincing from beginning to