Nangong Hongye didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was doing.
The victor became king, and the vanquished became the enemy.
Besides, he was the young master of the Kirin Race. So what if they knelt before him? It wouldn't cost them a pound of flesh.
Outside the Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda, who knew how many people wanted to grovel at his feet?
However, Nangong Hongye had never considered that the hatred between the Demon Race and the Devil Race was already irreconcilable.
Killing them was one thing, but forcing them to kneel on the ground was even more excessive than killing them.
Especially since, not long ago, Nangong Hongye had killed someone right in front of them.
So now, to this group of Devil Race members on the outskirts, Nangong Hongye's actions were nothing short of a blatant insult. A true man could be killed, but never humiliated! Such humiliation was even more unbearable than death.
It was sheer malice.
Of course, as the young master of the Kirin Race, Nangong Hongye had never seen much of humanity's darker side.
So even though everyone was glaring at him with hatred, Nangong Hongye didn't think anything of it.
He even thought the Devil Race members were glaring at him with hatred because he was from the Demon Race.
He thought they believed he was lying.
So now, Nangong Hongye glared at the crowd, his words growing even more impolite and fiery. "What are you looking at?"
"How many times do I have to say it?"
"This young master told you I mean no harm. Can't you understand?"
"This young master would never stoop to deceiving you."
"I'll say it one last time: bring out whoever's in charge among you. This young master has something to discuss with him."