After the Patriarchs of the Three Clans personally admitted that they were willing to submit to the Demon Clan, Di Jun could no longer contain the smile on his face.
He was so delighted that the corners of his mouth nearly split all the way to his ears.
"Good! Excellent! Since that's the case, then I, the Emperor, welcome the three patriarchs to our ranks!"
The Patriarchs of the Three Clans obediently agreed on the surface, but in reality, they harbored ulterior motives.
Hmph! Do we need your welcome, Di Jun?
Why are you putting on airs like some master?
It is an immense honor for us to submit to your Demon Clan. No matter what, you should welcome us into the Demon Clan in grand style with three kowtows and nine prostrations, then shower us with gratitude.
What do you mean by this?
Fine, so you're not welcoming us into the clan in grand style. But you don't even have a word of thanks? Just "welcome"?
What, do you really think of us as your subjects?
At this thought, the Patriarchs of the Three Clans were furious enough to have their lungs explode.
Di Jun was clearly nothing more than the puny emperor of the Demon Clan. In their eyes, he was utterly insignificant, as humble as an ant.
And now they actually had to submit to such an insignificant ant?
For the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin tribes, this was simply a tremendous humiliation!
However, the current situation was extremely unfavorable to them. Nuwa was suppressing them from above, and they themselves were seriously wounded, with little fighting ability left.
Therefore, after careful consideration, the Patriarchs of the Three Clans ultimately chose to compromise once again.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Seeing that the three men