"Not bad. His cultivation is a little lacking, but everything else is acceptable."
The Heavenly Demons all appraised Li Xiaoyao before them, and a flicker of battle intent rose in Li Xiaoyao's eyes. He had noticed them ever since they arrived.
He had long wanted to test himself against these fellows, but he had kept enduring it for the sake of Ye Lin's grand plan. Once this matter was over, though, he had to spar with this bunch.
These fellows fulfilled every fantasy he had ever had about enemies.
They were the enemies Li Xiaoyao had dreamed of: big, slow-witted, monstrously strong, and capable of clashing head-on with him. They were simply the enemies of his dreams.
"Be careful. If you truly can't win, come back. No one will blame you. And if possible, try not to leave anyone alive."
Ye Lin patted Li Xiaoyao on the shoulder and instructed him. Li Xiaoyao nodded before turning and leaving.
Lose? The word "lose" had never existed in Li Xiaoyao's dictionary.
This time, if he truly could not defeat his opponent, then even if he had to die in battle, he would never flee with his tail between his legs.
That would be far too humiliating.
If he really panicked and ran because he could not beat his enemy, he would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.
Ye Lin silently watched Li Xiaoyao walk toward the battlefield.
He had his own considerations in sending Li Xiaoyao out first. Poison Venerable had told him that this was the Heavenly Demons' first contact with the outside world, and likewise their first encounter with cultivators from the outside world.
Thus, they knew nothing of their opponents' methods. Ye Lin was sending Li Xiaoyao into the first