"You all can be my sons."
The words were spoken.
Shen Ye entered battle mode.
His hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he scanned the monsters, feeling an immense satisfaction.
Yes.
Insults are part of life.
When you curse someone, it must be an emotional release.
Shen Ye had been fighting for so long, his three bodies constantly busy, without any time to rest, and he was utterly fed up.
Now, it was time to fight.
Before the battle began.
He cursed his enemies thoroughly.
— That was exactly what he had planned!
"What's the matter? Do you sons have any objections?"
Shen Ye asked further.
He was almost about to strike.
But—
The monsters stared at him in a stupor, all remaining motionless.
— Or maybe not.
Their eyes were rolling.
From head to toe, they sized him up, as if appraising him.
But they had no intention of fighting.
"?" Shen Ye.
Could it be?
Were they seriously considering it?
