After killing for so long without seeing any of the Asura Clan's other foundation-level prodigies, Ye Lin could not help growing irritated.
Since they would not come out, he would kill his way through.
He would keep killing until they came out.
As far as he was concerned, so long as no Primordial Unity Golden Immortal intervened, he could ride roughshod through Asura Clan territory as he pleased. No one could stop him.
Ye Lin continued onward alone.
As he walked, Ye Lin slowly raised his head and looked ahead.
Finally... they had come.
"There is no one like you among the Human Race's ten great foundation-level prodigies. Where exactly did you come from?"
Nine figures stood not far from Ye Lin, their faces grave as they watched him.
Every one of them radiated an incomparably terrifying aura.
They too were filled with questions. Where had this powerhouse before them come from?
They could not understand it. Where had the Human Race found such an unparalleled prodigy?
"Finally here, are you?"
"Are the nine of you ganging up on me, or am I taking on all nine of you alone?"
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the Emperor Sword appeared in his grasp.
The instant Ye Lin clenched the Emperor Sword, the aura around him abruptly changed.
At this moment, Ye Lin was like a razor-sharp sword completely drawn from its sheath, radiating an incomparably keen aura.
Those razor-sharp auras were so fierce that no one dared meet them head-on.
"Arrogant. Truly arrogant. The Asura Clan is not a place where you can run wild without restraint."
"Attack together. Suppress him."
"Never mind where he came from. Once we suppress him, the truth will come to light."
The nine Asura Clan prodigies attacked in unison, and nine crimson Dharma