Moreover, clashes between foundation-level prodigies were something one normally never got to see, because the time for them to fight had not yet come.
But now that such a major event had occurred in the Central Star Domain, they naturally had to come and watch the spectacle, to join in the excitement.
"Since you've come to challenge us, then we'll accept. But before that, could you state your name?"
A vigorous voice came from ahead.
Looking up, Ye Lin saw a burly young man staring at him.
The Witch Clan came in all manner of strange forms, as though they had fused the outward traits of every race.
Some had human heads and serpent bodies; some were covered in scales. Their appearances were bizarre and varied.
If one studied them carefully, one could find traces of the myriad races upon these fellows—some characteristic of every race could be found on each of them.
That was what made the Witch Clan special.
"Ye Lin."
Ye Lin spoke those two words, then gripped the Emperor Sword in his right hand and strode forward.
The ten figures opposite him immediately became wary as well.
Yet just as Ye Lin was about to make his move, an unparalleled pressure blanketed the entire Starry Sky.
Even Ye Lin was pinned in place by that supreme pressure, unable to move.
"Primordial Unity Golden Immortal."
Ye Lin abruptly raised his head.
The Third Ancestor and the Sword Venerable were behind him. Since neither of them had stopped this person, it meant the newcomer bore him no ill will.
"Our Witch Clan has a shallow foundation and few clansmen. Outstanding clansmen like these are even rarer."
"You can play around, but don't take their lives."
"Consider it... giving this old fellow some face."
An aged voice came from