Chapter 1119: Unfathomable

"Sea Clan cultivators are like clay chickens and pottery dogs, utterly useless. It might get interesting if those from the Saint Realm showed up, but the rest are just weak."

On the platform, Yitilou smacked his lips disdainfully.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he tilted his head towards the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, looking melancholy like a lonely master.

Everyone was speechless. Since you're so powerful and experienced, whatever you say must be right.

But then, they felt something strange. Shouldn't something appear after killing someone?

Like a Sin Value?

The geniuses widened their eyes, staring at the old skinny man on the stage, looking from left to right but detecting not a trace of a blood-colored aura.

Not only did the geniuses notice this issue, but the surrounding spectators, elders, and the Island Master also realized it. There was nothing above the old man's head, neither Sin Value nor Merit Value.

This was odd!

Very odd!