By the riverside, Ye Chen was leisurely roasting meat, not at all tense despite being in the perilous Demon Beast Mountain Range; on the contrary, he was enjoying life. At that moment, a figure of the Human Clan's Martial God suddenly appeared before him.
It must be said that he was a remarkably imposing man, in his early forties, tall and burly with a firm and resolute expression. He maintained his composure amid danger and was a man of considerable charm.
However, compared to last night, he now looked considerably more disheveled. The golden Battle Armor he wore was torn and ragged with quite a few holes and visible marks, having lost its previous brilliant luster.
Even the War Sword he held had several notches, nearly broken, and his body had many wounds, large and small, from which blood flowed freely. Among them was a particularly deep and severe wound on his chest and abdomen, exposing the bone.
