Mocking voices went straight for the demon rat.
To Young Master Beast Venerable and the others, the demon rat's childish boast only proved that he was too young.
Mountain Roc sneered repeatedly. "Little demon rat, how exactly are you going to save them? Don't tell me you think that with a single command from you, every faction present will obey? Even if Black Tiger were here, he couldn't do that."
Voices rose from all around as well...
"Young Master Ten Thousand Demons, I advise you to take back what you just said. Don't make things difficult for us."
"What's so difficult about it? It's just a little mouse."
"Little mouse, you're still too young. Let me teach you how to conduct yourself... no, let me teach you how to be a mouse. How about that?"
The jeers grew more and more numerous.
Stinging Bee and Sword Tiger felt chills run through their bodies. A single word from the Young Hall Master had drawn mockery from everyone—this truly was too childish.
Seeing this, Young Master Beast Venerable burst into laughter again...
"Are there any artifact refiners among you? I am willing to pay for a brand-new feeding bottle to be forged for Young Master Ten Thousand Demons."
At this moment, Young Master Beast Venerable had swept away the gloom of his earlier defeat and was in high spirits.
The attitudes of the various factions toward him and toward the little demon rat were entirely different.
When the demon beasts begged him for help, everyone stayed silent. Yet when they begged the little demon rat, endless ridicule erupted instead.
The difference in status, backing, and position was clear at a glance.
Sure enough, apart from those factions near the Ten Thousand Demon Domain, everyone in the arena burst out laughing.
Yet the