Penguin King

He was Xu Wuyi, an elder of the Xu Clan.

The Xu Clan was one of the Northern Profound Region's ten great clans. Xu Wuyi was renowned far and wide, and his strength was unmatched. Yet as he looked at Yang Ming, he could not help but sigh in admiration!

"Six Paths? Brother Wuyi, aren't you exaggerating a little? That is the supreme realm, infinitely close to godhood. Even Northern Xuan would not dare claim to have any hope of reaching that realm, much less a mere Yang Ming. No matter how peerless his talent may be, it is impossible for him to reach that realm. Besides, the Feather Clan's bloodline and origins are connected to the gods!"

Upon hearing this, an elderly man in yellow robes beside him sneered and shook his head, his face full of disdain.

He was Huang Yi, an elder of the Huang Clan. The Huang Clan stood on equal footing with the Xu Clan and was likewise one of the Northern Profound Region's ten great clans!

"Connected to the gods? You are right. According to the records, the Feather Clan was indeed a race punished by the gods. Divine blood flows through their bodies. This..."

"Shh, be quiet. Do not speak of matters concerning the gods..."

At that moment, a young man in white nodded, deeply agreeing with Huang Yi's words.

However, just as he reached this point and was about to continue, the two men immediately stopped him!

Both wore wary expressions, as though they knew something—or had recalled something—and could not help but warn him.

Hearing this, the young man in white hurriedly covered his mouth and fell silent, suddenly coming to his senses.

As they discussed the matter here, everyone else was discussing it as well.

"This is bad. Lord Yuexia