"Third Brother, aren't you messing around? You sent Li Changsheng to be Ye Lin's whetstone. After this, no matter who wins or loses, our Human Race will lose a heritage-level prodigy."
"Why not look among the other races?"
Inside the Human Ancestor Hall, the Human Race's Second Ancestor glared furiously at the Third Ancestor before him.
He had never imagined that the Third Ancestor would be this mad.
He had directly made Li Changsheng into Ye Lin's whetstone.
After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, the Human Race would lose a heritage-level prodigy.
What benefit was there in that?
"Do you think the other races are all missing a screw in their heads?"
"If he wins this battle, our Human Race can forge another true peerless monster."
"I think it's well worth it."
The Human Race's Third Ancestor showed not the slightest fluctuation in expression, his tone calm.
"Then tell me—who do you think will win this battle?"
"Naturally, Ye Lin."
"You're that confident?"
"If I weren't afraid of making you angry, I would have gone after the number-one heritage prodigy."
Upon hearing this, the Second Ancestor was completely convinced.
This old fellow was a Madman.
He was making the Human Race's heritage-level prodigies slaughter one another.
Wasn't that just weakening the Human Race's strength in another form?
These heritage-level prodigies were all treasured darlings, every one of them an absolute pillar.
Each and every one of them concerned the Human Race's standing in this great era.
They concerned whether the Human Race could rise to prominence.
Yet now, the Third Ancestor had gone and done this.
"I think Third Brother's approach is not without reason."
"There is no need to argue now. We need only watch the battle."
In the end, the First Ancestor, who had remained silent