"However, this person must not be weak if he managed to come to the Ruins of Return."
"So what? There are three of us, and just one of him. Besides, he's only a third-level of the Mortal Strata. What kind of storm can he stir up?"
"Such a lone kid is the easiest to deal with."
"We should first ask about this kid's background."
"If he has no significant background, we'll just kill him. It seems like he has some dragon might on him; clearly, he has the bloodline of the dragon race or has encountered some dragon race's fortune. Such a fortune is perfect for us to divide amongst ourselves."
"His essence blood is mine; I need the essence blood of martial artists to cultivate a demonic technique."
"Alright, let's make our move cleanly and swiftly to avoid drawing attention from others."
These three Yan Yang Sect martial artists conversed telepathically with their spiritual senses for a while when suddenly one of them spoke up.
