"What were you trying to prove? Is a ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivation base so easy to come by? Yet you just had to climb up there and make a spectacle of yourself."
Several Vermilion Bird Clan experts grumbled as they looked at Lü Fengxian's corpse.
Damn it. They had only just finished repairing the Arena, and now, because of him, they had to rebuild it all over again.
And was his ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivation base so easy to come by?
He had decided to throw his life away just like that.
Every ninth-layer Golden Immortal was someone who had stood out from countless trillions of cultivators. Who would have thought this one would be so utterly brainless?
They could only shake their heads helplessly.
If only they had ninth-layer Golden Immortal cultivation bases themselves.
"They're here."
Ye Lin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Deep in the once-dark, silent starry sky, two enormous carriages were slowly making their way over.
The experts watching from all around recognized the carriages at once and respectfully cleared a path.
The carriages entered the square without obstruction.
The next moment, streaks of light emerged from them and landed in the center of the Arena.
Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet and looked at the twenty figures in the Arena.
All twenty were ninth-layer Golden Immortals, and each was among the very best of the Divine Beast Clan.
Top quality.
"So these are the Divine Beast Clan's prodigies from its deepest reserves? I have to say, they really are different from those of other races."
"The Divine Beast Clan truly lives up to its name. That aura, that bearing—we simply can't compare."
"I thought Venerable Ye could keep pulling off this seemingly impossible feat, but now I'm not