"Do you think your Human Race is still the foremost race it once was?"
"Leave now, and we won't kill you."
Before a mountain range stretching for a million star-li, a group of alien race prodigies coldly addressed the nine foundation-level prodigies of the Human Race before them.
Their voices were icy, their tones filled with threat.
"Heh, Venerable Ye crushed you so hard you could barely breathe, and now you've come to threaten us again."
"We've already notified Venerable Ye. He's on his way here. If you've got the guts, make your move."
"I hope you can remain this arrogant after Venerable Ye arrives."
"Keep that posture of yours. Don't make me look down on you later."
Faced with the alien races' threats, the Human Race prodigies showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, they folded their arms and sneered.
At those words, the surrounding alien race prodigies' expressions turned incomparably ugly.
Venerable Ye—Ye Lin.
What had the Human Race done to deserve producing such a peerless monster as Ye Lin?
If this person said Ye Lin was on his way, then he was probably not deceiving them.
After all, what they had discovered this time was a Reincarnation Flower.
Even Venerable Ye would be tempted by such an item.
Of that, he had no doubt.
"Heh, just wait. The Venerable Ye you speak of will die sooner or later."
"Once he dies, your Human Race will once again fall into the ranks of lowly races, once again be suppressed by the myriad races, and be trampled beneath our feet for us to humiliate as we please."
"Just wait."
The alien race prodigy sneered.
"Oh? You say I'll die? Then I'd like to ask—when exactly will I die?"
"I'm rather curious about that."
Suddenly, a soft laugh came from behind them.