"You're courting death, you little beast!"
Yu Hengye was instantly filled with wrath. Xiao Chen had insulted his entire Royal Beast Race. For him, Giant Stone Valley was the place of an eternal pain, a seal from ancient times, burying millions of his tribespeople. All of them were long gone, their souls scattered and permanently suppressed, their corpses unable to return to their ancestral graves. Now, after countless epochs, all of these had faded in the long river of time.
At this moment, Yu Hengye's body shrank again, with Death Qi swirling within him, leaking out like a punctured beast skin bag. Although Xiao Chen insulted his tribe so severely, he suppressed his anger and did not immediately kill him.
