Deep down, Chen Changsheng began to agree wholeheartedly with Ling Feng's words. This law of the strong devouring the weak had been displayed to its fullest in the apocalypse.
"That was how it was! Put that way, it really was true! That was simply how this world worked."
In his mind, Chen Changsheng kept telling himself that Ling Feng was right.
"Changsheng!" Suddenly, Ouyang's lively voice rang out in Chen Changsheng's mind, sweeping those extreme thoughts away like a gale scattering the clouds.
Clarity returned to Chen Changsheng's eyes. He looked up at Ling Feng in the sky and cupped his hands. "You make a good point, Senior Brother Ling Feng, but I still cannot agree!"
A trace of regret flashed through the eyes of Ling Feng, who stood atop White Crane. He had not expected Chen Changsheng to actually break free of his words.
Even the Sect Master, Dongxu Zi, would be influenced by his words to some degree, yet Chen Changsheng had actually broken completely free of his verbal trap.
He had gained this ability after reclaiming his own body. It seemed almost innate: his voice and words possessed a natural persuasiveness that could even make others convince themselves to agree with his ideas and become his devoted followers!
The higher someone's cultivation, the less they were affected by him. As Sect Master, Dongxu Zi possessed tremendously firm convictions, yet even he would waver slightly when Ling Feng spoke.
But although Chen Changsheng had almost been completely convinced at first, for some unknown reason, he had broken free in the blink of an eye!
Was this what one should expect of a monster from Little Mountain Peak?
Sitting atop the immortal crane, Ling Feng clapped his hands. Another crane, a yellow one, appeared beside him, and he raised