The Golden Generation Assembled!

At that moment, Yang Que stood outside the barrier. He had not even released his martial soul, yet his mere presence exerted immense pressure.

After all, he had single-handedly blocked the soul skills unleashed together by the prodigies of the five major factions. That alone proved that his strength was anything but ordinary.

Although no one knew just how powerful this black-robed man was, he certainly was not weaker than anyone present.

Xie Yue stared at Yang Que with a dark expression. There was a trace of wariness in his eyes, but most of what they held was... jealousy?

After all, stopping nearly two hundred soul masters alone was no joke. Although most of those two hundred were only Soul Elders, no one could forget that they were all youngsters under fifteen.

As a member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, how many people feared him like a tiger? How many envied his status?

Yet even so, the black-robed man had outshone him. After all, most people feared Xie Yue like a tiger not because of his strength, but because of his backing.

But this black-robed man had not even named the faction behind him. His strength alone had made so many people deeply wary of him.

The difference was clear from Xie Yue's earlier arrival. Although many had been wary when he appeared, some had still thought nothing of him. The black-robed man was different. The moment he appeared, everyone had become too wary to attack. Of course, that also had to do with their different objectives: one sought to attack, while the other sought to defend.

Even so, it undeniably demonstrated Yang Que's excellence.

How could such a stark contrast not make Xie Yue jealous?

Xie Yue stared darkly at Yang Que and said, "He's only one man, while