Some people were disdainful. Although Ye Chen was strong, he was no match for the lords of the Blood Spirit Clan. Therefore, they viewed this as his final struggle, and his attempt to go down in a blaze of glory.
Many people shook their heads as they stared at the golden phantom, laughing inwardly.
When the golden phantom disappeared, Ye Chen's gaze swept across the group and said, "Even if I wasn't confident in my victory, I would've gone anyway."
"How can I sit and watch while the Blood Spirit Clan tramples on the Kunlun Mountains?"
"Let's settle the score for the thousands of years of misery they have caused us. We'll definitely slaughter them!"
As soon as he said this, many of his subordinates felt mixed emotions.
"But, sigh…" Han Yun wanted to say something, but he hesitated. He thought to himself, 'Perhaps the seniors supporting Ye Chen have a backup plan!'
