"Hahahaha!"
"What are you afraid of?"
Magic Fire King was not angered. Pointing at the younger generation, he laughed and scolded, "We old men have fought bloody battles until today—wasn't it so you brats could be noble bloodlines for generation after generation, no longer slaves of the Horned Demon Tribe like we once were? Even if one's own son was beaten to death by his master, one still had to personally grind one's children's bones to ash."
"Those days must never return."
He spoke with a trace of sorrow.
"But listen carefully, all of you!"
"There is nothing wrong with liking these aristocratic airs, and nothing wrong with enjoying servants gathered in droves—but you must have the strength to back it up!"
Magic Fire King stared at them with a grim gaze. "Otherwise, if any trash delays his cultivation for the sake of pleasure, there will be no need for outside enemies. I'll swallow him alive myself."
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The many outstanding young members of the Magic Rock Tribe around them shuddered inwardly.
In truth, such things had not appeared in large numbers among the younger noble bloodlines of the Magic Rock Tribe. There were scarcely even isolated cases. Under the watch of the first generation of kings, they had not fallen into decadence. Magic Fire King was merely taking precautions before the storm arrived.
"Magic Fire, stop frightening them."
Mo Shan waved his hand, signaling these younger clansmen to rise.
The banquet of the Magic Rock Tribe once more returned to its lively atmosphere. Many Magic Rock Tribesmen gathered around the kings, laughing and dancing, while countless slave races moved among them, respectfully serving their masters.
There were even Demon Race members such as the Fragrant Tiger Clan, Rabbit Clan, and Sheep Clan, whose flesh was delicious. Spirit Soul