Yang Chen smiled. "The ancestor's purpose was presumably to let us kill more Dao Slaves in this mountain range under more favorable conditions. But don't get excited just because there are more Dao Slaves here. Though there used to be many Dao Slaves in these mountains, they have basically all been killed off."
"This..."
"Killed off?"
"Could it be that we came too late?"
Yang Chen nodded. "You indeed came too late. By a stroke of luck, I entered this place when there were already not many Dao Slaves left. Unfortunately, my strength was lacking. I only killed a few Bronze Dao Slaves and did not truly gain any advantage before the Dao Slaves were snatched clean by the various sects and factions."
Hearing this, Fu Yueyin gave Yang Chen a half-smiling look that made his scalp prickle.
Of course, she was not questioning him. She simply felt that his claim of having killed several Bronze Dao Slaves was not quite believable.
It was not that Yang Chen had killed too many, but that he had killed too few.
She absolutely did not believe that, with Yang Chen's capabilities, he had killed only such a trifling number. This man's abilities were likely far more profound than she had imagined.
"What do you all think would be best?" Fu Yueyin looked around in confusion. "There are no longer many Dao Slaves in these mountains. Even if we go in, I fear there would not be much point. Of course, I would still like to hear everyone's opinions."
For some reason, Yuan Cheng suddenly found the courage to step forward. "I think Yang Chen is talking nonsense. How could Bronze Dao Slaves be so easily killed? Even with my Heavenly Martial Realm Ninth Level cultivation, hunting one alone would be harder than