"Perhaps he already has the potential for sainthood..."
Ye Mo chewed over these words, her expression subtle.
Searching for him in the crowd, suddenly turning around, there he was at the place where the lights were dim.
Yes, the current struggle was for the sacred lineage, yet for certain individuals, it wasn’t a first, but an addition to what they already possessed.
For example, Ye Mochou’s White Bird Demon, dicine Demon, Fission Snake Demon, are their talents poor? Is the probability of becoming a saint negligible?
For example, Ye Hanjun, even though he lost the status of the Young Emperor, each of his Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits possessed uniqueness.
Especially the Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon obtained from the Demon Cave can trace its origin to the fifth epoch of the Near Ancient Era.
There were bold Demon kings who dared to Devour the zither-shaped Supre Soldier Beast to strengthen their own fleshly foundations.
It failed, and the day it should have succeeded was the day it exploded and died.
The remaining flesh gave birth to a new life form; scarcely more than a dozen heads sparked the covetous hearts of countless people.
With such a history and such causes, how could the clan of the Heavenly Zither Thunder Demon not be called "sacred lineage"?
"Indeed."
Ye Yaya felt a flood of emotions, "According to the most orthodox definition, as long as the source of the bloodline is related to the true Holy Saint Embryo, it can be considered lineage."
"The only flaw, probably, is that none of those historical Heavenly Zither Thunder Demons, whether dying young or exhausting their potential, ascended to the Holy Saint Embryo, indirectly lowering the assessnt of their potential."
"But Ye Hanjun’s Thunder Demon, with General’s Grudge dominating Demon Dragon Island before and the Wrath of Heaven intimidating Soul Calming Mountain after."
"Always comprehending such powerful Skills, its intelligence is terrifying."
"It’s hard to imagine what incredible Skills it will comprehend the day it ascends to sainthood."
At these words, many clansn subconsciously nodded, unable to deny such an inference.
However, thinking of the seventh-step, an unprecedented, perilous and challenging barrier standing before Ye Hanjun, they collectively fell silent and gradually lost interest in further discussion.
"The path ahead is treacherous; let us wait and see how it unfolds."
Ye Mochou indifferently left these words behind, and when she turned, the Abyss of Destruction had disappeared from sight.
The previously ferocious Wine Demon, either knocked out cold or having given up the struggle, curled obediently into a barrel, refusing to even show its cal-like head.
And the White Bird Demon, dicine Demon, Fission Snake Demon, though stinking of alcohol and staggering as they walked,
still had the power to fight, their sharp gaze imdiately locking onto the Scorpion Demon with a severed pincer.
"How much longer do you plan to feign death?"
The cold questioning was like a death spell triggered at the sight of blood.
The little monkey lord hiding in the crevices jolted at the sound and imdiately rolled toward the cliff edge like a rubber ball.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Buyi, regaining his clarity, led the Golden Ridge Bone Goblin and the Immortal Corpse Demon to block the little monkey lord’s path.
"Hey, we’re not Demons or monsters; why be so scared of us?"
After a brief recovery, Ye Aobai breathed more steadily.
Despite still being paralysed in the legs, he rushed to the edge of the cliff, looking distantly at the little monkey lord and the Scorpion Demon.
"&...%#￥!"
The Scorpion Demon babbled a bunch of incomprehensible sounds, dismissed by the others as if it had said nothing.
Ye Buchun dug at his ear and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, his words deliberate and punctuated:
"Bai, if you let have it today, I owe you one."
"Can you eat a favor? What bloody use is it!"
Ye Aobai spat disdainfully, not budging an inch.
The three-in-one heads before him, with six eyes, began to accumulate a combative glow, ready to break into a fight at any mont.
"Hiss!!"
The pinned down Nightmare Falcon was montarily ignored by everyone.
In the subconscious of all the clansn, it was already considered Ye Hanjun’s spoil of war, and they were not entitled to touch it.
But in that heedless mont, the Nightmare Falcon suddenly erupted, charging with incredible speed towards Ye Hanjun’s main body.
"Boom boom boom!!"
Although the giant thunderball above their heads exploded, the covering sky of thunder pulp and the gathered sea of lightning retained the power to move mountains.
Dozens of lightning Chains imdiately crashed down, half of the Nightmare Falcon’s body being coated in a green-gold light, its wretched screams echoing for a long ti.
But with so unfathomable strength, even as its feathers fell off and the scent of charred flesh emanated from its body, it still crashed near Ye Hanjun, about thirty ters from his main body.
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Without any warning, the mountain peak started to shake again.
A cluster of dazzling golden light, strange and demonic.
Upon eruption, the mountain collapsed, the space where Ye Hanjun floated filled with mountainous pressure from above, like a hand that squashed him into the ground.
"Wicked bird, stop your rampage!"
Ye Xun exclaid in shock, forced to recall her Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits in haste.
As a piece of fracturing rock neared her face, Ye Yunruo’s Cricket Woman jumped over, a destructive sonic blast from her mouth aiding her escape from danger.
"Strange, Ye Hanjun has disappeared?"
Ye Aobai, forced to divert his attention, suddenly frowned, a trace of surprise in his eyes.
From his perspective, he could see the entire battlefield clearly.
Ye Hanjun had originally been ditating at the center of the mountain summit, so close to the four altars.
After the Nightmare Falcon charged, the four altars actually collapsed.
A kind of magnetic energy with strong attraction flashed, and looking back, both Ye Hanjun and the Giant Shield Demon Image seed to have plumted.
"Not good, the Thunder Sea is out of control, be on guard!"
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