Standing at the edge of the roaring cannon carriage, Ye Qianmo heaved a sigh, a trace of loneliness appeared on his weathered face:
"To be honest, for Lord Han to have made it this far, it's already beyond our initial expectations."
"Rare Jade, Mochou, Nishang, if they were at the peak of the 6th status with him, defeating him would be no small feat, and the chances of turning defeat into victory are slim."
"And such a young talent was born in our Ye Clan!"
"Looking across all the heavens, even with the Nine Seas, Eight Mountains, Seven Abysses, Six Realms, Five Tombs, Four Valleys, Three Pools, Two Gates, One Connected Heaven, how many can amass such formidable combat power at his age and status?"
"This dead-end road... truly deserves to die."
Ye Ying's eyes shone with a ferocious light, she was one of the few in the arena who had been staring straight into the sky from the beginning, without shifting her gaze.
And her loathing was unmasked, overt, and clear.
"Poor child."
