The Jade Emperor looked at Ye Lin in the distance and said with a smile.
From this scene alone, he could see that Ye Lin's control over Nameless Mountain was not as strong as he had imagined.
The other great races had sent over their own prodigies within mere minutes of a single command, yet the Human Race had made everyone wait a full half hour.
Zhuge stood behind Ye Lin, his expression equally unsightly. This time, he had truly seen what lurked in the shadows of Nameless Mountain. One careless step, and even Dao Integration True Lords might perish.
Nameless Mountain had not experienced war for many years. Every Sect Master merely handled trivial, chicken-feather-and-garlic-skin matters, allowing those powers to gradually grow stronger.
By the time a new Sect Master took office and saw what lay hidden beneath Nameless Mountain's surface, his scalp would go numb. Once he made a move, his position as Sect Master would certainly become unstable.
Thus, generation after generation of Sect Masters began to lie flat. By now, those major powers had become utterly lawless, with sixty percent of Nameless Mountain's resources under their control.
Ye Lin had only suppressed them on the surface.
"Let's go."
After a moment of silence, Ye Lin said coldly.
Try putting yourself in his shoes: an ancient emperor had arranged a contest with several other feudal states, the participants being the finest talents from each of their countries.
The emperors gathered together. The others found countless outstanding talents in a mere dozen or so minutes, but what about that emperor? After a full three hours, only four talents from his own country had barely arrived.
That was practically holding his own face up in the air for others to slap as they pleased.
And Ye Lin had just