"Shut up, you bunch of wastes! You're courting death!"
Ye Tianling snorted coldly. He unleashed the majestic power of his Samadhi True Fire Celestial Dragon Sword Spirit's Soul, projecting it outward with the aura of the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword. His shout, imbued with the Lion's Roar, instantly plunged the area into a cold silence.
Though it was just a sharp cry, it still drew countless gazes.
Many gazes locked onto him, but Ye Tianling's eyes were blood-red, radiating an aura of cold, solitary pride. He met their piercing stares without hesitation.
The many Saint Sons, Saintesses, and candidates for the titles were unable to discern Ye Tianling's Realm at a glance. That, coupled with his utterly terrifying Soul aura, left them all stunned!
For some reason, many of the Saint Sons and Saintesses averted their gaze. Though they didn't recognize Ye Tianling, they knew this world was full of hidden masters.
