"I, Ye Ling, a grand War God, how could I possibly fall here!"
With that thought, Ye Ling's eyes suddenly sparkled, and an image emerged in his mind.
A tall man in white robes stood on the peak of a high mountain, overlooking all living beings.
The dominance in his eyes was as sharp as a blade's edge, exuding a disdainful pride.
It was as if all the creatures of the world were mere ants, inspiring fear in those who beheld him.
Suddenly, that figure turned around, grinned at Ye Ling, and charmingly said like the brilliant summer flowers, "Ye Ling, grow up quick, I'm waiting for you!"
"Master!"
Tears shimmered in Ye Ling's eyes as the image and the handsome face of his master emerged in his mind.
"Master, rest assured, your disciple will definitely strive to cultivate diligently. I won't disappoint you, and I definitely won't die at the hands of such trash!"
Ye Ling roared to the skies, and with a crack, it seemed as though something had shattered.