"What do you mean, my ambitions are a little too big?"
Ye Lin's words left the young man who had spoken earlier completely baffled. He looked at Ye Lin with a face full of confusion.
"What I mean is, I want to challenge the strongest. As for the rest, I don't have that much time to waste."
Ye Lin spoke with a smile.
The moment those words fell, the Human Race's ten foundation-level prodigies all narrowed their eyes at Ye Lin, their gazes filled with gravity.
This man's expression and tone did not seem like a joke.
Just where had the Third Ancestor found this person?
So confident?
So good at putting on airs?
There were only ten foundation-level prodigies in the Human Race. As for any other prodigy with even a little fame or strength, they all knew them. Yet they had never seen the person before them.
Just what backwater corner had this guy crawled out of?
They were confused—utterly confused. Something was clearly off.
With a cultivation of the ninth level of the Golden Immortal Realm, he already counted as a top-tier powerhouse. Even in the Central Star Domain, such a powerhouse should not have been ordinary.
Moreover, the person before them was a young prodigy. A powerhouse like this should not have been someone they had never encountered, someone who had left them with no impression whatsoever.
"What's wrong, everyone? Is there some difficulty?"
Seeing that the ten of them remained silent, Ye Lin asked in puzzlement.
He merely wanted to use these people's connections to find the foundation-level prodigies of the other major races, then slaughter his way through them one by one.
As he crushed them all the way through, there would be no need to worry about his reputation. It would naturally spread