Battle Intent Like Tides (900 Monthly Tickets)

"Not his match? Astonishing destiny, favored by the will of heaven and earth? So such people really do exist."

Xiang Yang's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest stir, yet his heart surged and ebbed like restless tides.

Such people had a name in Xiang Yang's understanding: Sons of Destiny. Their luck was so absurdly good that they were destined to achieve great things and stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.

People were not born equal. Some found even survival difficult, fighting desperately for a single mouthful of food, only to stay alive.

Others were born into brocade and fine food, into households of bells and cauldrons. They never needed to worry about making a living, and perhaps could even achieve something on the martial path, glimpsing a different sort of scenery.

Then there were those born with martial arts primal spirits, possessing extraordinary talent, perhaps even the accumulated foundations of several lifetimes—foundations ordinary people could neither imagine nor compare to.

But there was another kind of person, one who stood above them all: the Sons of Destiny.

Everything went smoothly for them. Every hardship and pressure became a boost driving them forward. For all anyone knew, they could fart and blow out a divine weapon. They rose all the way, reveled all the way, gathered countless beauties, and achieved feats that shook the ancients and dazzled the present. They were simply the very model of life's winners.

Since entering the martial world, Xiang Yang had encountered people of exceptional talent and masters of formidable martial arts, but this was the first time he had met a true prodigy whom even an expert like Ghost Hand Dragon Mother called favored by the will of heaven and earth.

A long-dormant yearning suddenly arose within him. Torrents churned, hot blood surged, and