"I hope the next opponents are a little more capable. Otherwise, it'll be far too boring."
"Fuck, what kind of trash are these? Before I left, my old man even told me to take every opponent seriously. Now it seems this bunch of trash simply isn't worthy of my seriousness."
"I'm still missing that final bit of feeling. Once I fight and kill through a few more battles and that feeling comes, I'll be able to step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm. Then I'll be a mighty Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal."
"I'll be a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal, and my father is one too. Once I get back, I'll hang him up and beat him, settling the score from back then."
The main force marched at tremendous speed, while the Great Demons charging at the very front discussed things among themselves. Mo Yi, meanwhile, grinned foolishly.
He reckoned that after fighting through a few more battles this time, he would be more or less ready to step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm. Then he would hang his own father up and beat him.
He would let his father have a taste of what it felt like to be hung up and beaten.
Upon hearing Mo Yi's words, the other Great Demons' eyes all flashed with fervor. This seemed... feasible.
Without question, these hulking brutes were all filial sons through and through.
In this day and age, cultivators with such filial devotion were truly rare.
"A thousand li ahead."
Ye Lin suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He sensed it—a tremendously powerful force was approaching from ahead.
"Poison Venerable, Dugu Feng, Thousand Jun, Li Xiaoyao, crush them at the fastest speed possible."
Ye Lin said coldly. Dugu Feng and Poison Venerable immediately accepted the