"I don't think so!"
"Brother Dog is right. Look at them—one's neither human nor ghost, and the other's a bull-headed man. How could trash like that possibly be Big Brother's friends?!"
"True. Big Brother is a man of refinement. How could he know such thugs who come around shouting and posturing?"
Several black-robed figures chattered among themselves, all looking at them as if they were idiots.
The skeleton was surrounded by several strange creatures, looking utterly content. He paid no attention to the two Devils, as though they were merely random passersby.
The scene became exceedingly awkward for a moment.
Venerable Lou and the Bull Demon were leaders of the Devil Race, their cultivation incomparably powerful. Yet they had been called thugs. Their fury instantly surged, and the Half-faced Skeleton unleashed his imposing aura, pressing it toward those motley demons and monsters!
"Insolence!"
"As a devil servant, you associate with lowly creatures. You have forgotten your identity and mission. Today, death is unavoidable for you!"
Before his aura could fully unfold, one of the black-robed figures before him suddenly lifted his hood.
It revealed a dog's head!
Not only was he utterly fearless, he even stared straight at him and shook his head repeatedly in speechless disbelief!
"tsk, tsk!"
"One look tells me you're not Big Brother's friend. Big Brother is like a thousand mile horse, destined to be as carefree and dashing as the wind. This half-human, half-ghost thing is impure as hell, like a mule—neither horse nor donkey. Maybe he's even a eunuch."
The remaining black-robed figures also removed their hoods. A giant centipede nodded repeatedly.
"Second Brother is right. He's a mongrel. How could he possibly be worthy of knowing someone as cool as Big Brother?"
Big Bear nodded blankly as well.
"Oh, now that you