Each to His Own

Xue Yuan sat down indignantly. "The sacred race is actually cowering in its own den, too scared to show its face before the human race. How utterly pathetic."

Once Mo Ting had spoken, the other Devil Race members did not dare utter another word. They obediently remained in Heavenly Demon Valley, not a single one showing their face.

Wang Daoyuan waited for quite some time, yet no Devil Race member answered him.

Linglong began to egg him on. "Daoyuan, you little brat, those insults are having no effect. Think of something harsher."

"How much harsher can I get? I already risked getting strangled by my dao companion when I went home by flirting with the Ice Demon.

"The Devil Race is determined to be a bunch of turtles hiding in their shells. What can I do about that?"

Linglong laughed. "Young people really are unreliable. Now you need my vast knowledge, don't you?

"The ancestors of these Devil Race members were Heavenly Demons. The Heavenly Demon bore nine children, who became the ancestors of the Devil Race's nine great lineages.

"The Devil Race holds Heavenly Demons in extremely high regard. Disrespecting a Heavenly Demon is no different from digging up the Devil Race's ancestral graves."

A sly grin spread across Wang Daoyuan's face. "I understand."

He then cleared his throat and shouted, "I heard that the Devil Race's ancestor was a Heavenly Demon, capable of killing True Immortals as easily as reaching into a bag for something.

"It roamed across countless worlds, invincible beneath the heavens.

"Now, though, it seems your Devil Race is probably just putting gold on your own faces.

"How could the descendants of a Heavenly Demon possibly be a pack of turtles hiding in their shells?

"I think the Devil Race's ancestor was a turtle, wasn't