Dirty Beast

The more silent Ye Chen was, the happier the beast was. If Ye Chen could not even refute it, then Ye Chen was practically a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The beast emerged from the boundless fiendish aura and mocked Ye Chen as it stepped on him. 

"Do you still think you can refine the Reincarnation Tablet?"

When the old man saw this scene, he smiled and stroked his beard. There was no anger in his eyes, only calmness.

There was even some kind of expectation.

Ye Chen was indeed a genius. No one could deny Ye Chen's talent. However, no matter how talented he was, there was still a limit…

This limit could not be broken through by relying on talent.

As for the beast, it was overjoyed. Stepping on this human genius gave it a refreshing and satisfying feeling.

He was humiliating Ye Chen!

The beast's eyes flashed with a cruel gleam. 

As it spoke, it suddenly raised its paw and clawed at one of Ye Chen's thighs.