First Disciple of the Three Pure Ones, The Foremost Under the Dao Ancestor, The Primordial Wilderness's Strongest Saint of This Era!

"We are willing to follow at your side, Senior, and brave fire and water for you without hesitation!"

"Please take us in, Senior!"

Yuan Hong's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, every word filled with resolve.

Behind him, his six brothers shouted in unison, "Please take us in, Senior!"

The seven unruly Demon Kings had all lowered their proud heads, entrusting their lives and everything they possessed to the mysterious young man before them.

Yang Jian looked at them quietly, his face expressionless.

He was actually somewhat surprised.

He had acted purely because he could not stand the Heavenly Court's overbearing conduct—and because this white ape's style of fighting suited his taste.

He had never considered taking them in.

Follow me?

Yang Jian's gaze swept over Yuan Hong and the other six one by one.

These seven demons varied greatly in strength. The strongest, Yuan Hong, was only at the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, while the others were merely Mystic Immortals or early-stage Golden Immortals.

To be honest, Yang Jian truly did not think much of such strength.

In this Primordial Wilderness, where Daluo roamed everywhere and only Quasi-Saints could shake their shoulders, Golden Immortals were truly nothing remarkable.

Moreover, they were of the Demon Race.

Since the great calamity of the witches and demons, the Demon Race had been notorious. Taking them in would be tantamount to inviting a great deal of unnecessary trouble upon himself.

Yang Jian instinctively wanted to refuse.

He had always been used to coming and going alone. He did not like having a pack of burdens trailing behind him.

Yet when he saw the yearning and determination in Yuan Hong's eyes, he could not help but recall the purpose of this journey.

Split Peach Mountain open and save his mother!

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