"If he survives, then countless giants in the entire Hundred Broken Mountain Range will probably have sleepless nights, forever living in fear. The deterrent he brings is undoubtedly countless times more frightening than the Sword Saint."
"Him? Haha, look across the vast Martial Soul Continent, every day there are ancient prodigies falling, and he's just one among many. What makes him think he can make it out alive? Is it that family of his from the mountains and wilds? Hahaha."
Many cultivators from opposing forces snickered coldly, mocking continuously. Seeing that figure in a seemingly certain death situation, their mood seemed to lighten considerably.
These unabashed words reached the ears of the dozens from the Ye Race, sounding extremely jarring. Listening to these words, a rare trace of grief and rage appeared in Ye Wuyuan's aged eyes.
Meanwhile, the entire vast expanse of the ocean shook.
South Peak.
Swish, swish, swish—!!!
