"Hahaha!"
"What's there to fear?"
Demonfire King was not angry. He pointed at the youngsters and laughingly cursed, "We've fought bloody battles all this time so you brats could be nobles for generations, instead of slaves to the Horned Demon Imperial Clan like we were! Back then, even if a master beat your own son to death, you had to grind his bones to dust and scatter the ashes yourself."
"Those days must never return."
A trace of sorrow entered his voice.
"But listen well, you lot!"
"There's nothing wrong with your noble airs, or with keeping hordes of servants. But you need strength!"
Demonfire King fixed them with a chilling stare. "If any worthless fool neglects his cultivation for pleasure, I won't need an outside enemy. I'll swallow him alive myself."
"Yes, Ancestor!"
The many talented young members of the Rock Demon Clan shuddered.
In truth, such behavior was hardly widespread among the clan's young nobles; even isolated cases were rare. Under the watch of the first generation of kings, they had not fallen into decadence. Demonfire King was merely taking precautions.
"Demonflame, stop frightening them."
Mo Shan waved a hand and motioned for the young clansmen to rise.
The Rock Demon Clan's banquet regained its lively atmosphere. Clansmen gathered around the kings, laughing and dancing, while servants from enslaved races moved among them, attending their masters respectfully.
Members of the Fragrant Tiger Clan, Rabbit Race, Sheep Race, and other Demon Races prized for their succulent flesh had soul restrictions placed on them. They willingly stepped into the fires and roasted themselves, giving off a mouthwatering aroma.
The Rock Demon Clan had inherited everything from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan and seemed to be taking it in an even bloodier, crueler direction.
"Elder brother, about the humans..."
When the