This sudden turn of events left everyone on the scene in a state of confusion. The elders of the Martial Arts Alliance, their junior brothers, and the others looked at Shen Ye with bewildered expressions.
Although Shen Ye could by no means be considered weak among his peers—indeed, he possessed a certain innate talent—compared to the people of the Martial Arts Alliance, he still lagged far behind. So why would he suddenly utter such words? After all, standing before them was a legendary figure, an ancestor-level existence who had likely lived for three hundred years. One could only imagine the immense power such an old monster would wield.
However, this confusion lasted no more than a breath or two. The members of the Martial Arts Alliance and their enemies soon noticed the small three-tailed fox perched on Shen Ye’s shoulder. It was tiny, no bigger than a palm, its three tails twitching with a lifelike energy. In a world now overrun by Red Mist, a three-tailed fox was hardly a novelty. They assumed it was merely some sort of spirit-beast, and they could sense no real danger emanating from it.
Chapter 51