The Sea Demon King stood below the steps, acting as Grand Manager. She knew that the three seated above had nothing to do with brutality, yet she had no idea why they were gritting their teeth and cursing so viciously.
Seeing the demons looking scared witless, the Sea Demon King thought for a moment before hardening her heart and presiding over the gathering. "I summoned you here at once, yet you dawdled and dragged your feet. Slap yourselves!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The hall filled with the sound of self-slapping, a spectacle to behold.
It startled the three absent-minded people back to their senses. Only then did they realize what sort of setting this was—not the time to be thinking about such things.
Yu Shang and An'an looked at the scene of everyone slapping themselves and both wore expressions of pained disbelief, unable to think of anything to say for a while.
Qin Yi rested his chin on his hand.
These demons really were obedient...
No, not obedient. They were simply the most classic sort of creatures who bullied the weak and feared the strong, worshipping strength above all.
As long as you were strong enough, they could be your dogs. Things like dignity barely existed for them.
That was what demons were—more outrageous than yao. Though demons had a different sense of honor and disgrace from humans, they still possessed the most basic integrity. Lambs knelt to suckle from their mothers; even vicious tigers did not devour their cubs; they also had the honor of their clans.
But these demons had none of that.
In such an environment, a ruler could turn into an extravagant, debauched tyrant in the blink of an eye.
He looked at Yu Shang with some concern.
Yet Yu Shang had already recovered and