Seven elders appeared, dressed in golden robes, hands clasped behind their backs; all were Eighth Grade Emperor Level Martial Artists, with the leader being a peak Eighth Grade Emperor Level powerhouse.
"Hiss, those are the elders from the Ye Clan's imperial family!"
"Kneel before the elders!" All the nearby citizens of Ye Cheng promptly knelt down.
"This is bad, so many elders have come!"
"We're doomed!" Nine direct-line warriors went from joy to despair.
Ye Wudao gazed directly at the seven elders, unafraid.
"You brash young fool, you dare to disrupt the execution?" an elder from the Ye Clan's imperial family shouted angrily.
"Don't waste words on him, this young man must be a genius nurtured by the direct line!"
"Kill him!" several elders shouted murderously.
"You all go first!" Ye Wudao spoke to the nine direct-line warriors behind him.
"No way, we can't abandon you!"
"Benefactor, we wish to live and die with you!" the nine direct-line young men said.
