There were a few dozen Sages here. At this moment, Yang Ye experienced what it was like to feel pressure just from gazes.

Being stared at by a few dozen Sages was a form of pressure.

However, Yang Ye never bowed to such things.

Sages?

They were still people to Yang Ye!

While everyone was looking at Yang Ye, none attacked. The reason was very simple, as far as they were concerned, Yang Ye was no ordinary person, so killing him would definitely offend many people and even make them suffer the revenge of certain experts. So, no one attacked.

No one wanted to bear all the trouble yet let others benefit. After all, the sword wasn’t with Yang Ye now, so killing Yang Ye wasn’t beneficial to them at all.

So, the atmosphere here became quite awkward.

Suddenly, a middle aged man in a golden robe stepped forward, “Have you forgotten how all of our races treated him?”

The Sovereign of Man!

The middle aged man in a golden robe was the Sovereign of Man!

Everyone gazed at him, and he smiled, “I’m sure all of you’ve done your own research, he isn’t a magnanimous person....