"That guy's a real man."
"Though he lost, he lost with honor. Looks like my guess was wrong—the Demon Race's heritage-level prodigies really would run."
"The Demon Race was supposed to lose all its face this time, but unexpectedly, this kid won it back for them."
"Even knowing death was certain, he still refused to run? This kid's future prospects are boundless."
"Though he lost, no one will blame him. After all, against this monster of the Human Race, who could possibly be his opponent?"
"Let's go. Follow Ye Lin."
"Where do you think Ye Lin will go next?"
"The Ancient Royal Clan, definitely. They're right next door, after all."
The many experts watched Wang Sheng's retreating figure, expressions of admiration appearing on their faces.
At this moment, even though Wang Sheng had lost, no one spoke a single word against him.
At the very least, he had dared to strike at Ye Lin.
Knowing full well that death awaited him, he had still dared to fight.
This kid would likely become a key figure the Demon Race focused on nurturing in the future.
This act alone was enough to ensure that both his own status and that of his clan would continue to rise within the Demon Race.
"Next stop, the Ancient Royal Clan?"
Once they were aboard the carriage, Shangguan Qingyi asked Ye Lin tentatively.
By now, she had long since become immune to it—long since grown accustomed to Ye Lin's strength.
All she needed to do now was follow Ye Lin's orders.
In her heart, Ye Lin was an undefeated war god, an eternal, unbeaten legend.
"No. Take me to the Vermilion Bird Clan."
Ye Lin spoke softly with his eyes closed.
He now wanted to shorten the time needed.
These so-called peak races were simply a