Le Wen, www.lewen.la. Splendid.
The demon beasts who witnessed this scene sucked in a breath of cold air, especially the mighty figures among them.
It was not that they lacked such methods. To them, such tricks were merely carving insects and engraving worms. What astonished them was Ye Tian's courage.
Courage could be great or small.
Small courage was no more than a momentary impulse; great courage was perseverance spilling outward, rare and precious. On the path of cultivation, it meant the road ahead would not be blocked.
Thus, when the mighty demon beasts saw that Ye Tian could remain unruffled before so many enemies and strike with ruthless ferocity, they instead developed an appreciation for talent.
But on second thought, if Ye Tian could be so decisive at a time like this, then what he plotted in his heart must be immense. The present predicament was likely more of a trial than a crisis to him.
If the younger descendants of the demon beasts possessed even half of this boy's temperament, the revival of the Demon Race would not be far off!
"Boy, who is your master?" One of the mighty figures spoke. He was black as ink from head to toe, with bulging muscles on his arms. When he opened his mouth, his voice rolled like muffled thunder. He was one of the foremost among apes—Chang You.
Chang You had not wished to come here. He had long lived on Chang You Mountain, withdrawn from worldly affairs, devoted single-mindedly to the Dao, wishing only that one day he could attain fruition and join the ranks of immortals.
Yet everything Ye Tian had done recently had already spread far and wide, alarming Chang You enough to leave the mountain. However, what he excelled at was not frontal combat, but