Ye Chengjun had grown stronger!
This thought rose in the hearts of all the Ye Lineage Clan Elders present. Even as they rejoiced wildly, the sight of the man whose arm had been severed filled them with dread.
In recent years, Ye Chengjun's personality had grown increasingly aloof and arrogant.
Before, he would still pay his respects to them, the Clan Elders, as a junior and remain exceedingly courteous. But now, he had cut off a Clan Elder's arm without the slightest hesitation.
"Chengjun, who are you looking for?" The Ye Lineage Patriarch stepped forward and asked.
Ye Chengjun merely gave him an indifferent glance. Then, with a sweep of his hand, a wisp of aura drifted from his palm and hovered within the hall.
"Search according to this wisp of aura." With that, Ye Chengjun turned to leave. Yet halfway out, he suddenly stopped, turned back to look at the Ye Lineage Patriarch, and said, "If you keep setting your sights on me, next time it will not be an arm I cut off."
With that, Ye Chengjun left the hall.
Only after Ye Chengjun departed did the oppressive atmosphere in the Ye Lineage's main hall ease somewhat. They hurried forward, intending to reattach that Clan Elder's arm.
But only then did they discover that the arm could not be reattached. A terrifying power coiled around the wound, one they had no way to remove.
"The power within Chengjun is becoming stronger and stronger!" one Clan Elder sighed.
"But he is also becoming increasingly uncontrollable. Who knows whether this is a blessing or a disaster for the Ye Lineage? He actually calls himself an Imperial Son. The word 'Emperor' cannot be used so casually. Patriarch, what should we do?"
As soon as those words fell, the expressions of all