"My goodness, one man against an entire clan—and it actually looks like they're evenly matched."
"Is this guy even human? Even that Ancient Human Emperor probably wasn't as heaven-defying as him, was he?"
"Heavens, do you think this guy might really be able to create a miracle?"
"A miracle, my ass. This is the Dragon Clan—the Dragon Clan! Even if his Unmatched Battle Prowess means no one can stop him, does he really have endless stamina? With this many Dragon Clan members, they can wear him to death."
"The Dragon Clan's encirclement has long since taken shape. He can't escape even if he wants to now. When his strength runs dry, that will be the moment he dies."
"Just watch. He's dead for sure."
"Unmatched Battle Prowess? He's simply too full of himself. Even the Ancient Human Emperor wasn't this overconfident."
The powerful figures watching from afar discussed among themselves, all staring ahead with stunned expressions.
This time, Ye Lin had utterly shocked them. This fellow was far too heaven-defying—his strength was simply unreasonable.
One man against an entire clan—and the Dragon Clan at that.
Was he about to soar into the heavens?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At that moment, Ye Lin was surrounded at the very center by countless Dragon Clan members. The Emperor Sword in his hand swung without pause, his entire body drenched in blood.
He was like a killing machine now, knowing nothing, thinking of nothing, knowing only slaughter—nothing but slaughter.
He had no idea why he was killing. He only knew to kill.
"Kill!"
Ye Lin roared, and the Emperor Sword in his hand suddenly cleaved forward.
Terrifying Sword Qi swept across the cosmos, sending countless Dragon Clan members flying backward as they coughed blood beneath that single strike.
"This is getting a little too forced."