"Cheng Mie, ideals were all well and good, but if you possessed only cultivation and no real strength, you could not become the King of Beasts."
Yan Siyi, standing nearby, helplessly tried to persuade him.
"That's true, Mom."
"Then I'll have a fight with those Foundation Establishment demon beasts."
Ling Chengmie listened and found that it did make some sense.
Seeing this, Ling Pengyun and Yan Siyi finally secretly let out a breath of relief.
They had truly feared that their third son, Ling Chengmie—exceptionally gifted yet only ten years old—would be some hopelessly soft-hearted saint.
Afterward, Ling Pengyun expectantly released the three Early-Stage Foundation Establishment demon beasts that the clan members had captured.
He then used a special Sound Transmission Technique that demon beasts could understand and told the three demons,
"Kill that person, and you may live. Fail, and you die."
He did this solely to force the three demons to unleash their true strength.
Since all three demons had reached Foundation Establishment, they possessed a measure of intelligence and understood Ling Pengyun's words.
Yet when they looked at Ling Chengmie, they sensed from him an intimate feeling laced with majesty.
For a time, they could not muster even the slightest killing intent.
They even forgot that Ling Chengmie was a cultivator.
In their eyes, Ling Pengyun and Yan Siyi were merely villains who harmed their own kind.
Thus, they all snarled at Ling Pengyun and Yan Siyi.
They even kept calling to Ling Chengmie in the distance, telling him to hide behind them.
For some reason, Ling Chengmie could understand them.
He found it strange as well.
"Father, Mother, why are these three demons telling me to hide behind them?"
Ling Pengyun and Yan Siyi were slightly startled.
As far as they knew, ever since Ling Chengmie