Four Demon Kings stood there. Two were bloodline-powerful Qilin Apes, while the other two were merely ordinary ape demons.
Their formidable auras swept out, turning many weaker cultivators pale with terror.
"Yuan Wu greets the Duan Family Head and everyone present!"
He appeared refined and courteous as he clasped his fists toward the crowd. "You had best not make any rash moves, or I will beat you to death first."
"Yuan Wu, you dare use so many people to refine Heavenly Demon Devouring Origin Pills? Aren't you Qilin Ape Clan afraid of being exterminated by our human Martial Saints?" a Martial King shouted.
Yuan Wu's expression did not change. "Your human race has Martial Saints. Do you think our Demon Race has no Demon Saints?"
Even Holy Son Yuan Jie was dead. The Qilin Ape Clan did not care about such things in the slightest. The Qilin Ape Saint's lifespan was nearing its end; if the Qilin Ape Clan did not produce a new Demon Saint, there would be no difference between them and a clan facing extinction.
Competition among the Demon Race was even more brutal than the struggles between the major human factions.
"Do you still think I have no brains? The Duan Qingshan you thought so highly of is dead, and I will become the first Martial Saint in the Duan Family's history." Duan Qingfeng looked at Duan Xingnian.
Four Demon Kings at the ninth layer, plus himself, were enough to refine the million people of Panyang City into pills.
Even if this group of experts who had come to celebrate the Duan Family's birthday resisted, they could only be slaughtered one by one.
Duan Xingnian shook his head. "You are still inferior to Qingshan. Not only do you lack his backbone, you lack his brains as