Song Lin's words caused an immediate uproar.
Such incredible physical strength, such arrogant attitude!
This person was outrageously cocky beyond all boundaries.
Some cursed him, some were eager to challenge, and some remained silent.
The silent ones sensed the threat—this person would be a formidable rival in the battle for succession.
When the Heavenly Masters could not intervene, the stronger the person in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, the more they could dictate the overall situation.
Ao Jie's death greatly intimidated the petty-minded.
The Yin King floated in the air, his expression a mixture of shock and rage, his green hair disheveled as he stared blankly at Ao Jie's corpse.
Song Lin had actually killed two people right in front of him.
The vaguely scrutinizing gazes from all around felt like needles piercing his heart.
"Pffft!!"
The Yin King spat out a mouthful of old blood and roared angrily to the heavens.
What a disgrace, what an utter disgrace!!
