Several people spoke at length within the dim little space, deliberating for a long while. In the end, as though they had reached some decision, they each departed.
"What did you say? Ye Lin wants to fight me to the bitter end? He even claims he'll wipe out my Profound Origin Scorpion Clan?"
Inside a grand hall, Xuan Tian, seated in the place of honor, rubbed his head with a headache.
He had long since stopped caring about the matter with Ye Lin. Last time, he had failed to kill Ye Lin and let him escape, but he had not taken it to heart afterward.
In his view, no matter how much Ye Lin thrashed about, it would be futile.
As long as he did not become a Golden Immortal, he would never be able to change certain things.
Those Golden Immortal factions merely supported him; they would not truly have Golden Immortal experts cross blades over him.
The Golden Immortal factions of the Demon Domain had been passed down for hundreds of millions of years, and their grudges had endured for just as long. The waters beneath ran deep.
Could a Golden Immortal war be stirred up at any moment for the sake of one insignificant junior? What did he take Golden Immortals for—his personal thugs?
Or were Golden Immortals all fools, ready to stupidly help him clear away every obstacle just because he provoked them a little?
That would be overestimating himself far too much.
"Yes, Young Master. Ye Lin seems to be gathering every force in the Demon Domain that can be gathered, as though he intends to eradicate us and the Asura Clan."
The Profound Origin Scorpion Clan expert who had come to report lowered his voice. As he spoke, even he began to laugh.
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