The tiger demon was overjoyed. He kowtowed repeatedly, his tail whipping like a windmill, then scurried down the golden steps.
Within the Demon Emperor's Palace, murmurs immediately began to buzz.
[Contribution]
"Beloved Ministers!" Di Jun stood atop the Cloud Terrace, his voice like a great bell. "If that human race is truly as the tiger demon described, then this is an opportunity delivered right to our door! Devouring one human is equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation; devouring a hundred could forge an elite force of iron and blood!"
His words caused an uproar among the assembled ministers. Some stroked their beards in contemplation, while others slapped the tables and shouted their approval. The noise in the hall surged like a tide.
Suddenly, Demon Master Kunpeng slowly stepped forward. His voice was not loud, yet every word was as cold as ice: "Your Majesty, the human race is indeed extraordinary, but do not forget that Sage Su Yang stands behind them."
As his voice fell, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.
Di Jun lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Indeed, if Su Yang learned that the demon race was chewing on humans like medicinal pills, would it merely be a matter of losing face? He possessed the power to overturn the entire chess game of the Primordial World!
What did the human race call him?
Saint Father.
In the hearts of the human race, Su Yang was no different from the father who held up the heavens. If someone dared to refine humans as blood food to increase their cultivation, which father would ever nod in approval? The answer was self-evident. Not only would he refuse, he would also strike like thunder and crush those jackals to dust!
As the Saint Father revered by all living beings, if the