As these words were said, the hilltop suddenly fell silent.
What did Ying Yue mean by that?
Referring to an old geezer with one foot in the grave?
Was he talking about the Mythical Ancestor?
What's there to fear?
Could it be that he does not fear the Mythical Ancestor?
The Grandmasters shivered, some looking at Ying Yue with disbelief. Could his strength have become so powerful that he could contend with the Mythical Ancestor?
How old is he... He's only how old?!!!
People found it hard to accept. In this world, Mythical Ancestors were extremely rare, and even if they existed, they were antiques left over from centuries past.
A kid not even in his twenties, able to contend with a Mythical Ancestor?
Who would believe that?
Ying Yue cast a casual glance at them, then called out to Zhao Yang and nonchalantly made his way down the mountain.
They could believe it or not; after all, one day, they would believe!
