Glorious Tradition

A few incense sticks' worth of time later, Xi Tianlong arrived at Dingxiang Tower with the embassy guards swarming behind him.

The look on his face was beyond spectacular.

Blue flames, in full view of everyone, had thrown everything into chaos.

This fire was the Natal True Fire of the Demon Race's divine beast, the Vermilion Bird.

Its intensity was weaker; it had not been breathed out by a true Vermilion Bird, but it had certainly come from a descendant bearing the Vermilion Bird's bloodline.

At once, the situation had been steered toward an internal conflict within the Demon Race.

After all, internal strife was the Demon Race's "glorious tradition" since the creation of heaven and earth.

The Demon Race was called a race, but in truth it was an immensely complicated concept. The Myriad Demon Kingdom was a nation formed by the Flood Dragon Clan joining forces with the Thirty-Six Demon Kings. Without the Flood Dragon Clan and the Thirty-Six Demon Kings holding it together, the Myriad Demon Kingdom would not exist.

Cat Demons and Rat Demons couldn't even piss into the same pot; Tiger Demons and Monkey Demons started fighting the moment they met.

Compared to their blood-soaked feuds, the little friction they had with the Human Race was nothing at all.

That was also why the Great Jing Empire dared to confront the Bloodwing Bat King and the Green Snake King head-on, yet did not dare offend the Flood Dragon Clan.

Because only the Flood Dragon Clan had the ability to unite the Myriad Demon Kingdom.

If they angered the Flood Dragon Clan, the Great Jing Empire would be in grave peril.

And now, a blaze of Li Fire had sparked internal conflict in the Demon Race. The Great Jing Empire naturally shoved all responsibility away and