"You're saying that an unfamiliar Human Race prodigy charged into the Ancient Royal Clan alone and killed quite a few Demon Race experts along the way?"
Inside a golden hall, Li Jinhuang stared in shock at the young man standing in the center of the hall.
"Yes. Rumor has it that this Human Race prodigy possessed terrifying combat strength. Thousands upon thousands of Demon Race members were no match for him, and tens of thousands of Demon Race members died by his hand."
"Even the ancestor of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox clan fell to him. That Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox ancestor did not even last three breaths beneath his hands."
The young man continued his report, his voice filled with astonishment.
Strong—he was truly too strong.
"Damn, our Human Race actually has someone this fierce? Why hadn't I noticed him before?"
"Fuck, if someone this fierce joined us, our odds of victory would definitely increase by several points. Why did he have to foolishly go seek death himself?"
"Exactly. With combat strength this heaven-defying, why would he take the initiative to court death? Could it be that he has a grudge against the Ancient Royal Clan and went there to take revenge this time?"
"Ah, even if there's a grudge, he could have taken it slowly. Too impulsive—he really was far too impulsive."
The experts in the hall all shook their heads and sighed.
In their eyes, no matter how monstrous Ye Lin was, entering the Ancient Royal Clan alone left only one path before him: the road to death.
His death was certain.
One man against one clan—and the Ancient Royal Clan at that. If he did not die, then who would?
"What is happening now?"
Li Jinhuang sat above the hall, lost in thought, before speaking again.
"Uh, the