Not every ninth-layer Golden Immortal powerhouse could, like this senior, behead a level-seven challenger without the slightest effort.
Shadow Venerable had not even reached Taiyi, yet he dared to style himself Venerable—and he had lived for so many years. How weak could such a person be?
And yet, he had still been effortlessly slain by the senior before them in two strokes of the sword.
"Alright."
Ye Lin smiled faintly and accepted the colorful badge.
He hoped the people of the Supreme Holy Palace could give him a little surprise. Otherwise, if the Supreme Holy Palace's level-seven powerhouses were all as worthless as Shadow Venerable—
Then he would have every reason to suspect that the prodigies of the Ten Thousand Races Arena were all gilded on the outside and rotten within, famous only in name. The truly monstrous geniuses were not in the Ten Thousand Races Arena at all.
In that case, he would have to retrace the road he had come by, calling out each race by name and slaughtering them one by one.
"Senior, we've arrived at the Supreme Holy Palace."
"This is the Supreme Holy Palace."
At that moment, Liu Qingqing slowly stepped aside. Ahead of them stood a great hall floating in midair.
The entire hall was golden, and its shape was rather strange. It looked like a floating... uh... flying saucer.
It resembled a puffed-up flatbread, with a ring of light encircling its edges and a golden hall at its very center.
It looked extraordinarily mystical, extraordinarily imposing, and brimming with majesty.
"Senior, this is the Ten Thousand Races Arena's highest place of honor—the Supreme Holy Palace personally built by the Ancient Human Emperor."
"Senior, this way."
Liu Qingqing made a welcoming gesture and spoke softly.
Ye Lin, hands clasped behind his back, strode forward.