Zhang Yang returned to the Monster Realm. Looking at the backward, benighted Monster Realm, he secretly shook his head.
This place really was... the Demon Race was not worth it!
Just as he turned to leave the Monster Realm, a possibility suddenly occurred to him...
He hurried to the Monster Realm Void and found Lingyun once more.
Lingyun was surprised. Hadn't he just left?
"Martial Uncle, help me with something," Zhang Yang said urgently.
"What is it?" Lingyun asked curiously.
Zhang Yang chuckled. "Just cooperate with me in a moment..."
After giving her a heads-up, he went to find the Demon Ox Monster King and said blandly, "Take out the Monster King mark that belongs to you—the token of identity you use to command the Demon Ox Clan. If you refuse, I'll refine you today!"
"What?" The Demon Ox Monster King stared at Zhang Yang in stunned disbelief.
Zhang Yang shouted grimly, "Was I not clear enough? Or do you want to die?"
The Demon Ox Monster King said nervously, "We don't have the Monster King mark you mentioned... We don't use that sort of thing!"
The Demon Race communicated by roaring and traveled on foot... why would they need Identity Marks?
They could not handle all those twists and turns.
"Then give me something that can represent your identity," Zhang Yang said sternly. "Something that, once taken out, the Demon Ox Clan will recognize as yours."
The Demon Ox Monster King grew even more nervous.
At once, Zhang Yang's expression turned icy. "You can't bear to give me an item, but you can bear to lose your life? A Demon Ox at the Monster King Realm should still be worth some money. Don't force me to slaughter you and sell you off! Martial Uncle!"
Having received the signal, Lingyun