A simple sentence rendered the entire venue completely silent, utterly dead still.
At this moment, even the faintest sound of wind or dust settling could be clearly caught by the ear!
Huaxia... blood?!
"Patriarch, are... are you joking?" As Ling Wuye's daughter-in-law, Wang Feng privately called him father, but in public she still used the term "Patriarch".
Wang Feng forced herself to calm down, her voice trembling, "Hu... Huaxia blood? Isn't that a bloodline only the leader of the hundred clans has? Ye... Ye Huan is just a worthless person, how... how could he be the leader of the hundred clans?"
"Worthless?" Ling Wuye heard this and his face darkened, he retorted displeased, "Foolish! If Ye Huan was truly worthless, how could he throw a punch without cheating and generate thirty-eight thousand pounds of force, and how could he single-handedly sweep through the Ling Family's Punishment Hall alliance led by Ling Zhiyuan?!"
