One was born; one died!
The suffering of life ended only in death; the stillness of death was beyond the living to understand!
The one alive was the monk, the one dead was Little Fox, though Ye Tian still preferred to call her by her true form—the Nine-tailed Demon Fox.
Ye Tian had never expected this unremarkable monk to deal with the Nine-tailed Demon Fox in such a short time. He had thought they would at least fight for the time it took several incense sticks to burn, yet the result had far exceeded his expectations.
After a blinding flash, the Nine-tailed Demon Fox vanished. Yet her avatars outside her true body did not disappear. Instead, they all raced toward the place where her true body had vanished, and a fierce battle erupted in an instant.
Still, these eight avatars gave Ye Tian a very strange feeling, though he could not say what was strange about them.
The monk merely smiled faintly. His figure flickered, and when he returned, he held a Jade-faced Fox sculpture between his fingers. It was only palm-sized, yet lifelike in every detail.
The eight avatars who had still been fighting all turned to look at the monk at once, their expressions icy, eager to kill him without delay.
Yet the monk was not anxious in the slightest. He looked at Ye Tian, then at the eight women, and burst into laughter. "Well? Pick one?" As he spoke, he examined them with grave seriousness, the lust in his eyes utterly undisguised. He even deliberately lingered over certain parts of their bodies for a long while, as though he still had not had his fill.
However, the avatars had no time to concern themselves with the monk's gaze. Their eyes were fixed on the Jade-faced Fox in