"I never expected it to be this guy."
"Sigh, this is difficult."
"Sigh, what are we supposed to do?"
Below, the contestants who had once been brimming with confidence all wore terrible expressions when they saw their opponent.
It was not anger, nor was it fury, but something complicated.
A complexity woven from many different emotions.
"Can someone explain?"
Ye Lin opened his eyes, looked at those people, and could not help asking.
He was somewhat curious as well.
The person on the Arena was from the Human Race.
Why would a member of the Human Race be on the side of the Chaos Ancient Clan?
"I'll explain."
"Yan Wuji's opponent is Xiao Xuan, that peerless prodigy from thirty thousand years ago."
"However, because of a misunderstanding, Xiao Xuan's family of fifteen was wiped out by three first-rate sects from the Central Region. When Xiao Xuan received the news, he took a sword alone and slaughtered every member of the younger generation from those Three Great Sects."
"A full one hundred and thirty-two members of the younger generation were all killed by Xiao Xuan."
"From then on, the Three Great Sects flew into a rage and dispatched experts to hunt Xiao Xuan down. In the end, Xiao Xuan fled into the Boundary Sea."
"The experts from the Three Great Sects who pursued Xiao Xuan were all killed by a mysterious expert. After that, Xiao Xuan vanished. No one knew where he had gone."
"Who would have thought that we would meet him again here?"
After speaking, that cultivator's expression was exceedingly complicated as well.
Having heard it all, Ye Lin understood why their expressions were so conflicted.
They had forcibly driven away a heavenly genius, forcing him to seek refuge with the Chaos Ancient Clan.
Was Xiao Xuan at fault