"Who goes there?" The eyes of the demon race's strongmen simultaneously fell upon Ye Chen, brimming with terrifying murderous intent.
"Ye Chen, why is it you!" Sima Tian's brows furrowed tightly, eyes full of deep disappointment.
He initially thought that some powerful aid had arrived for them.
But he did not expect it to be Ye Chen, this guy.
Although Ye Chen broke three records consecutively during the true disciple assessment.
Yet his cultivation is just like mine, having only recently stepped into the Golden Core Realm; how much stronger can he really be?
"What? Can't I come? Since you all can't deal with this demon race, just step aside and stop being a hindrance." Ye Chen said with a faint smile, a hint of mockery crossing his mouth.
"You? Your strength isn't even comparable to mine; how do you plan to counter them?" Sima Tian couldn't help but scoff, looking at Ye Chen as if he were a pitiful clown.
