The five hundred-plus Saint Realm experts of the Zi Family camp had been feeling gloomy, but now, spurred on, every one of them looked energized and excited.
"Hahaha, Young Master so badass, Saintess so badass, crush them all!"
"The Ouyang Imperial Race ain't that scary, either! I wanna jump in and kill some enemies too—I can barely hold back this fired-up heart of mine!"
"Kekekeke, the Ouyang Imperial Race are just tiny ants, we Zi Family could squash one with every step, crush them like bugs!"
"From now on, Young Master and Saintess are my idols. I swear, when I get home, I'll print out a photo, stick it on my wall, and worship them every day with three meat dishes, one veggie, and my finest liquor—kneel and pray daily!"
Even those badly wounded Zi Family Saint Realms whose Dao hearts had been shattered looked roused and excited, one by one.
They wanted to rise up, join the battlefield, and fight alongside the Taotie Fierce Beast!
