Elder Shi Hu of the Berserker Sect

Seconds later, hundreds of Yang Family warriors with special genes all rushed out towards Ye Li, their gazes fixed on him with deadly intent.

"Was it you who killed my grandson?" An elderly man, around seventy years old, stared at Ye Li intensely.

Ye Li responded with a faint smile, his handsome face remaining undisturbed.

"That's right, I killed him." Ye Li looked at the elder, "And what can you do about it?"

At his words, a furious blaze seemed to erupt above the heads of the several hundred Yang Family warriors.

"I really can't understand why you're still so arrogant now!"

A warrior with special genes glared at Ye Li.

"Heh."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd.

This middle-aged man had a sturdy build and a face marked with a scar that resembled a centipede, and his eyes emanated a fierce light, making his appearance quite unsettling.

"I heard you killed the Young Master of the Yang Family?" he asked Ye Li coldly.