The struggles between the Demon Race were primitive and brutal, simple and crude.
Especially when it came to bloodlines of the same kind and clan. There was no need to fight; a single glance was usually enough to distinguish the strong from the weak. Lu Bei's Golden Winged Great Peng Demonic Body was far stronger than King Black Feather's. With the same divine abilities, Lu Bei wielded them more than a hundred times more powerfully than Black Feather.
The latter immediately bowed and worshiped, kneeling down with crisp efficiency. He respectfully kowtowed three times. "Ancestor, this unworthy descendant failed to recognize you despite having eyes. I beg you, Ancestor, take pity on how difficult my cultivation has been and spare me this bird life. Your grandson is willing to offer up all his possessions, asking only to serve at your side from now on and be at your beck and call."
"Arrogant before and servile after, a sight that makes people laugh!"
Lu Bei snorted coldly. The nearly solid phantom of a Golden Winged Great Peng burst through the clouds, charged before the Black-Winged Great Peng, reached out with its Sharp Claws, and tore him apart like a chick.
The Demonic Cloud faded into a bleak ending.
King Black Feather's legs trembled violently, and his kneeling body shook like a sieve.
Lu Bei strode forward and kicked him over. "I ask, you answer. If you dare utter even one lie, I'll take your bird's head today and use it as a drinking cup."
Having said that, he felt it still wasn't frightening enough and added, "Two heads!"
"Your grandson wouldn't dare. Whatever questions Ancestor has, your grandson guarantees that every word will come from the bottom of his heart. Even if you break my head, I'll still—"
"All right, enough