"Interesting."
Ye Hanjun was hearing for the first time about the affairs of Miemeng Hua.
Reflecting on Mang Hao, similar candidates for Clan Leader must be followed by strong beings of Saint King Level, and the number could not possibly be just one.
Ye Nishang, Ye Qiyu, or Ye Wen Fei, capable of slaying such a being.
This means that the combat power at their disposal had already reached the same level.
"Less than half an epoch, the members of the Death Sect have grown so quickly..."
Ye Liuying smacked his lips, couldn't help but feel emotional:
"Once upon a time, we were under the protection of Mr. Ye, undergoing trials and tribulations."
"In the blink of an eye, our group of Young Kings and Young Emperors have ascended to sainthood and have become the mainstay of the family."
"Now, we even point our swords at the Gods, regarding them as fish on the chopping board, such a drastic shift in mentality... How dreamlike!"
Ye Hanjun's gaze had a moment of trance.
