The other party had clearly set his heart on pledging himself to the two brothers, which was why he was so eager to seize merit and render service, all to earn their trust and knock upon the door to the inner circle.
Good!
The two brothers' judgment had indeed not been wrong.
This Ice Peng possessed an innate sharpness and ambition.
And that was precisely the kind of fierce general they needed most.
At this moment, both Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi were quite satisfied.
Ice Peng's performance had landed squarely within their expectations—
his strength was considerable, his will resolute, and his ambitions not to be underestimated.
Only someone like this would grit his teeth and keep pace with them, would drive his loyalty deep into his very bones.
The Dijun brothers had never feared ambitious subordinates.
Those with desires were easier to control;
those with ambition were willing to risk their lives.
Authority? They could afford to grant it.
What they truly feared were those muddleheaded mediocrities content with the status quo.
Such people had long since lost their fighting spirit, leaving behind only the thought of idling through their days.
Bring them into the ranks? Better to cut them down cleanly—
and use their flesh and blood to nourish the Demon Race's stronger fighting force.
This was the Dijun brothers' creed: the strong survived, the weak perished!
It was the iron law they had laid down for the entire Demon Race.
The Demon Race of today could neither wait nor delay; it had to rise swiftly!
They had to force the demons under their command to undergo rebirth and bone remolding in the shortest possible time.
Even if some elites were lost in the process, they would accept it.
Because the current situation in the Primordial Wilderness