"You were able to kill Wang Feng, so you are indeed strong. But that was all thanks to the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. Your own strength is not worth mentioning."
The young man spoke to himself. Before Ye Lin had used the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art, Wang Feng had crushed him throughout the entire battle. Only after using the Bloodthirsty Demonic Art had Ye Lin managed to turn the tables and kill him.
Yet he himself could come and go freely within the Eight Directions Well. From that alone, it was clear that Ye Lin was inferior to him—completely inferior. That was his confidence.
"You're very confident, but confident people often don't end well."
Beneath his mask, Ye Lin smiled. This fellow was very confident indeed. Good. In a moment, he would mercilessly grind that confidence to dust.
"But before the two of us begin, could you allow me to clear away these obstacles first?"
Ye Lin said with a smile as he looked at the five prodigies behind Liu Zhi.
Liu Zhi merely shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned, then stepped aside to make room for Ye Lin.
If Ye Lin wanted to kill those five pieces of trash, he would surely expend quite a bit during the fight. Liu Zhi was no fool. The more Ye Lin exhausted himself, the easier it would be for him to win. Why not?
"Damn it, we're being looked down on."
One of them said slowly as he stared at Ye Lin. The exchange between Ye Lin and Liu Zhi had been like a series of resounding slaps across their faces. Who could tolerate that?
"You may be strong, but we are not made of clay. Let us strike together and take down this arrogant bastard before us."
As soon as he finished speaking, an immense