"How dare you!"
"Insolence!"
"A lowly human slave actually dares demand that we kneel? If this weren't the Three Valleys Battlefield, I'd have slapped you dead with one swipe!"
The nine demons cursed him together.
Fang Yun swept a cold gaze over the nine demons, then said in the ancient demon language, "In the name of Mountain Bearer, I request that this Three Valleys Battle be changed to a fight to the death!"
All nine demons knew a little of the ancient demon language and roughly understood Fang Yun's words.
The instant Fang Yun finished speaking, an invisible force swept past. A message immediately appeared in the minds of the nine demons and the one human: if all ten present agreed, this Three Valleys Battle could be changed to a fight to the death.
Only when one side died would the next match begin!
Without waiting for the nine demons to think or confer, Fang Yun lifted his chin and said, "If you're afraid, kneel and take your leave. Remember to erect a longevity tablet for this sage when you get back. After all, I'm the one who spared you. Don't make the inscription too grand. Just write 'Ancestral Sage Fang Yun.'"
"Bullshit!"
"Fuck..."
The demons unleashed a torrent of curses, driven mad with rage by Fang Yun. Every one of them possessed the bloodline of the Ancestral God Clan. Even those whose bloodline was too thin to count strictly as members of the Ancestral God Clan still regarded the Ancestral Gods of the Demon Realm as their ancestral sages. Now Fang Yun actually wanted to become their ancestor. To demons, who placed unparalleled importance on bloodlines, this was a monstrous humiliation.
"I agree!"
A Demon Marshal shouted furiously.
"I agree!"
"I agree!"
All nine demons soon agreed. Had fighting