Black Scale actually wanted to lead all the demonfolk back into the prison. That absolutely could not be allowed.
Without the demonfolk's help, the Cosmic Vein would be finished...
On one hand, they demanded that the demonfolk obey them completely; on the other, they needed the demonfolk's strength to save the Cosmic Vein. They, too, found this perfectly natural—the lowly demonfolk simply were not allowed to resist.
At that, Sikong Jing turned back with a string of cold sneers. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
"If your Demon Vein wants recognition, you must borrow the Cosmic Vein's power. If you dare retreat into the prison, then don't ever dream of the Demon Vein appearing again!" the first Saint Martial elder roared.
The second Saint Martial elder added, "Exactly. If our Cosmic Vein is finished, do you still expect the Cang Vein to acknowledge you?"
That was precisely why they believed Sikong Jing would obediently do as he was told.
Yet Sikong Jing replied with a scornful laugh, "Why should our Demon Vein need your recognition? Yes, only with the Cang Vein's or Cosmic Vein's recognition can the Demon Vein emerge before the world in a justifiable manner and gain people's acceptance."
"But we can do without that kind of recognition."
Winning the world's acceptance was important too. Otherwise, the demonfolk would easily suffer discrimination and hostility from countless people.
"And have you forgotten? Once I return to the prison, I can still claim the complete inheritance of the first master of the Demon Vein."
"Perhaps that inheritance contains every secret of Gods and Devils Island."
"Live or die as you please. Once I obtain Gods and Devils Island's secrets, what makes you worthy of recognizing our Demon Vein?"
Sikong Jing's words were not only directed at the people of the Cosmic Vein,