Looking at the colleagues before him who were laughing heartily and mocking without restraint, Zhurong spoke coldly.
"Hmph. We of the Chaos Ancient Clan have always lived by the law of the strong devouring the weak. The weak deserve only to be trampled beneath the strong."
"Since you won, then he deserves to be mocked by us. If you had lost, we naturally would have mocked you as well."
"We have never had a habit of respecting the weak. If you are incapable, then you are incapable. No matter how you put it, you are still incapable."
Zhurong's rebuttal did not earn the respect of his colleagues. Instead, it drew even harsher ridicule.
Hearing their words, Zhurong merely cast them a cold glance and said nothing more.
He no longer wished to pay them any heed.
He had once thought the same way, but that man just now was worthy of his respect.
"Everyone, since we have won this battle, make sure we win the next one as well. Do not give those ants from the Origin Continent any more hope."
"I hope that from here on, you will bring out all your abilities and stop giving them hope. We will grind them viciously beneath our feet."
"Indeed."
"Agreed. From here on, bring out our full strength."
"The rest are nothing but clay chickens and porcelain dogs. I believe victory is assured for all of you."
"Victory is assured."
Cruel smiles appeared on the faces of the Chaos Ancient Clan experts.
The battles ahead were sure to be won.
And not merely one battle—they would win consecutively.
They would no longer laugh and joke around with them.
Win or lose, they had given the Origin Continent hope.
They no longer wished to give them that hope.
If this continued, they