"Th... thank you."
Watching Ye Lin's retreating back, Wang Chaozong spoke softly.
Shangguan Qingyi then slowly lowered her head and looked at the dying Wang Chaozong below.
"I won't let you die so easily. The pain my sister suffered back then—I'll make you repay it a hundredfold, a thousandfold."
Shangguan Qingyi said viciously.
"Who exactly are you? Since when did the Human Race have a powerhouse like you?"
Having only walked a short distance forward, Ye Lin was blocked by countless Asura Clan powerhouses.
One middle-aged man among them stared at Ye Lin with an especially grave expression.
He was utterly baffled. Where had the Human Race found such a monster?
Wang Chaozong had been killed in three strikes?
Was this some kind of joke?
Wang Chaozong was the Asura Clan's third-ranked foundation-level prodigy. The Asura Clan had poured who knew how much effort into him.
And now he was being told that Wang Chaozong, upon whom the Asura Clan had placed such high hopes, had been slain by the man before them in three strikes?
Was this some kind of joke?
But now that the fact had happened, no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, he had no choice but to accept reality.
"Can the likes of you stop me?"
Ye Lin casually slashed out with his sword. The Asura Clan powerhouses surrounding him were all sent flying by an immense force.
Midway through their flight, their bodies suddenly exploded, blasting apart into blood mist.
Even the middle-aged man in the distance underwent a drastic change in expression, his body rapidly retreating backward.
"What... kind of monster is this?"
The middle-aged man looked at his trembling hands, his eyes fixed in disbelief on the blood-robed man in the distance.
Just where had this guy come from?
What