Honor the Dragon Clan as their masters?!
Swear a Heavenly Dao oath and never betray them for all eternity?!
Wipe out the Peacock Clan?
Hearing Zhang Shuai's threats, every member of the Peacock Clan—from the Demon Kings to the ordinary minor demons—had bloodshot eyes. Demonic aura surged wildly from their bodies as seven-colored light flashed violently, as though it would set the heavens ablaze. They glared fixedly at Zhang Shuai, their gazes nearly spitting fire, the hatred and fury within them so intense it could not be dissolved!
"Insolence! Arrogance!"
"You've gone too far!"
"The Dragon Clan? You want us to honor those loaches and crawling vermin as our masters? Wishful thinking!"
If Zhang Shuai's earlier forcible intrusion and threats had merely humiliated the Peacock Clan, then these two demands were equivalent to digging up their ancestral graves and shattering the proud backbone inherited through their bloodline!
The Dragon Clan was the Peacock Clan's sworn enemy!
Their enmity had endured for countless millions of years. Who knew how many Peacock ancestors and Dragon Clan experts had fallen in bloody battle? This hatred as deep as a sea of blood had long been branded into the bones, blood, and inherited memories of both sides. It was racial hatred that would not end until one side was dead, hostility carved into their souls!
If Zhang Shuai had relied on his personal, peerless strength to force the Peacock Clan to submit to him, then under the threat of extermination, some clan members might have wavered, struggled, and compromised.
But submitting to the Dragon Clan? That was not merely physical enslavement—it was utter betrayal and desecration of their spirits and bloodlines! It meant personally casting the blood and glory of generations of ancestors into the mud and trampling it underfoot!
"Never!"
Kong Lingxiao seemed