Ye Lin waved a hand, then turned and left with his hands behind his back. In the distance, Li Xiaoyao sent the spear before him flying with a single hammer blow.
"Let's fight again next time. You're pretty good—your strength is about the same as mine."
Li Xiaoyao laughed at the young man before him.
He still preferred fighting prodigies whose strength matched his own, because people like that did not play tricks or schemes with you.
Even in a life-and-death battle, they would only crush you with absolute power.
That was what made fighting someone like that satisfying.
"Of course. You're also the strongest person I've ever met."
The young man opposite Li Xiaoyao said with a light laugh.
Then Li Xiaoyao and the other two came to Ye Lin's side.
"First Prince, your cultivation is clearly higher than that fellow's. Taking him down would have been effortless—why did you conceal your cultivation and keep such a low profile?"
On the Path of Life, the two young men looked at their First Prince in confusion.
They had waited here for three days, blocking that man for a full three days.
Yet in the end, they had merely exchanged pointers with him before admitting defeat. Was he sick?
Besides, their First Prince's cultivation was far more than merely the first layer of the Golden Immortal Realm.
"Hehe, you two, don't ask so much."
"I did this only to leave them with the chance for a single meeting."
"They are all prodigies of our Human Race, all pillars of our Human Race. Why must we kill one another?"
"They are different from you two. You two are simply too polite with me."
"I heard from Imperial Father that the Human Race's living conditions in the second region are far harsher than