"You wretch! How dare you ruin my offerings and destroy my cultivation!"
Chicken God threw his head back and let out a piercing shriek. Countless sound waves formed from his voice and thundered toward Ye Kang.
Ye Kang was inside Chicken God's original dojo. He didn't care in the slightest; with a casual wave, he erased the attack, then said, "What do you mean, your offerings? They belong to me now."
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you being a little too overbearing? Do you really think there's no one in the Demon God Alliance?"
Suddenly, a deep, powerful voice rang out.
Everyone on Tinglang Island could see it clearly: at the edge of the horizon, an enormous bull's head was staring this way.
The Demonic Aura in its blood-red eyes was even denser than the thick fog over the sea.
The Lesser Demons naturally recognized the bull's head. They collapsed to the ground, wishing they could burrow into a crack.
"Moyuan Great Sage! It's Moyuan Great Sage! We're doomed!"
"Alas, what an undeserved disaster. We can't afford to offend either of them..."
The Lesser Demons were close to tears. When immortals fought, little devils suffered.
Ye Kang saw the enormous bull's head too. Judging by its aura, it was undoubtedly a mid-stage Demon Saint, probably on par with a Yangshi Realm martial artist.
He must have been confident in his strength to come looking for trouble so quickly.
Ye Kang smiled and called to the bull's head, "Fellow Daoist, you're mistaken. Offerings have always gone to the capable. Rather than let a useless fool enjoy them for nothing, it's better to hand those resources to someone stronger. My religious name is Tun Chen. If you agree, I'd have no objection to joining the Demon God Alliance."
At these words, Chicken God was