Within the Dragon Clan's territory, those who lived there were not only members of the Dragon Clan. There were also all manner of hybrid races born from interbreeding with the Dragon Clan.
Such races made up the majority.
After all, the Divine Beast Clan was powerful, but correspondingly, their numbers were few.
Those with pure bloodlines were even fewer.
Take Ao Dong, whom Ye Lin had slain not long ago. In terms of bloodline alone, he had already been considered nobility among the Dragon Clan.
After all, he was a descendant of the old Dragon King. The purity of his bloodline went without saying.
"Everyone, one ought to be open and aboveboard."
"If you have something in mind, then come out. Why lurk in the shadows and peep at me?"
Ye Lin stood where he was and gave a cold snort.
The next moment, the gazes resting upon him withdrew one after another.
Meanwhile, those hidden in the darkness wiped the blood from their lips, their faces filled with shock.
A mere cold snort had grievously wounded them.
This strength was terrifyingly powerful.
After waiting for a while and seeing that not a single one dared to emerge, Ye Lin gave a disdainful smile. He then slowly lifted a foot and headed forward, vanishing into the starry sky within a few steps.
"This fellow is frighteningly strong. Judging by his manner, I'm afraid he has come with ill intent."
"So what if he has? Does he really think our Dragon Clan is soft? The young masters have long been waiting for him. If he goes, there will only be one road left for him—death."
"Young Master Ao Dong already fell at this man's hands. It is said that Young Master Ao Dong could not even withstand a single move. Do