At the mention of the Black-Armored Dragon Tortoise Beast, a cold gleam flashed through Yuan Batian's scarlet eyes.
Years ago, his most gifted and beloved youngest son had merely indulged a passing craving, descending the mountain to devour a few villages. Yet that old tortoise had meddled, stepping in to stop him and inflicting grievous wounds that ultimately proved fatal.
He could not understand it. They both belonged to the demon race. Even if the Black-Armored Dragon Tortoise Beast refused to look out for his own kind, why would he turn on them?
As the lord of Demon Ape Mountain, Yuan Batian commanded ten thousand demons.
His youngest son was the Mountain Lord's son, a figure of noble standing. What was wrong with eating a few lowly peasants?
His son had not stormed into Worry-Free City to slaughter anyone.
The peasants in those nearby villages were as insignificant as ants.
Never mind a few villages—even devouring a hundred thousand people should have meant nothing!
"We're neither kin nor friends, just strangers whose paths crossed!" Xiao Chen regulated his breathing as he melted the brilliant essence into spiritual liquid. Golden mist rose through his flesh and veins, turning into pure spiritual energy that nourished his body. His weakness rapidly faded. Like withered wood greeting spring, terrifying power kept welling up within him, replenishing his strength.
"Neither kin nor friends, yet you still want to meddle?" Yuan Batian's expression abruptly chilled. Demonic radiance surged, and frost actually formed within three feet of him.
Yuan Batian was lustful by nature and had many offspring.
But only his youngest son had held his deepest affection.
Not only had that son's temperament resembled his own the most, but his bloodline had also been the purest, his talent the greatest.
Even the most cold-blooded, heartless demon