The elders of the Blackrock Berserk Bear Clan were trembling all over.
The Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan's chieftain was unworthy?
They wanted to question Yan Potian, "Listen to yourself—what nonsense are you spouting?"
If they had the ability, they felt they would definitely step in, clamp Yan Potian's mouth shut, and make him kneel on the ground and apologize.
At the Blackrock Berserk Bear Clan's peak, even with one World Lord Realm, Mid-Stage expert and one Early World Lord Realm expert, they had still been a notch weaker than the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan.
Now, they only had Yan Potian, an Early World Lord Realm expert. Compared with the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan, they were no longer merely a notch weaker—they were an entire tier apart.
The Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan could be considered a second-rate race, while the current Blackrock Berserk Bear Clan could only be considered third-rate.
With a whole level between them, how could they dare offend the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan? How could they possibly afford to?
The Demon Race was even more warlike than the Human Race. Battles to the death sparked by verbal disputes were especially commonplace among demons.
The Blackrock Berserk Bear Clan was already in poor shape. By all reason, they should have been building a good relationship with the Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan and asking them to shelter them a little.
And now? Their chieftain had personally blocked off that road for good.
Xue Tao and Xue Zhe were also stunned for a moment, before fury burst from their eyes.
Xue Tao looked at Yan Potian and said coldly, "Lord Yan Potian, do you know that those words are a provocation against the chieftain of my Bloodfeather Skywolf Clan? Do you know the price of provoking my clan's chieftain?"
Yan Potian snorted. "What? Are you threatening me?"