After exchanging a brief glance, Di Jun and Taiyi understood the crux of the matter and feared that Lin Tian would attack them.
However, Lin Tian had no intention of attacking them.
As Zhen Yuanzi stepped forward, Lin Tian, seated on the Demon Emperor's throne, slowly spoke.
"I took Zhen Yuanzi as my disciple a few days ago. From this day onward, Zhen Yuanzi is my disciple."
"Does your Demon Race now understand how you should treat Zhen Yuanzi in the future?"
At Lin Tian's words, every demon trembled.
Sure enough, what they had suspected had come to pass.
Di Jun and Taiyi wore expressions of defiance.
"Dao Venerable, aren't you being a little too overbearing?"
"If we cannot attack Zhen Yuanzi simply because he is your disciple, then when Houtu, who is also your disciple, leads the Witch Clan against us, must we bare our necks and await slaughter?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi was hot-blooded and impetuous. His daring, unrestrained words naturally left all the Demon Gods and Demon Sages dumbfounded.
But Lin Tian sneered, and a surge of force burst forth.
Pfft!
Eastern Emperor Taiyi's chest seized up, and he staggered backward, blood spraying wildly from his mouth!
"If I choose to be overbearing, what can your Demon Race do about it?"
Since making his name, Lin Tian had scarcely achieved any dazzling battle feats known throughout the Primordial World.
But that did not mean Lin Tian was a mild-mannered soul who indulged everyone.
If someone truly offended him, Lin Tian would not care who they were.
Even Saint Hongjun would have to bow his head before Lin Tian!
And those words of his were nothing less than the truth of the Primordial World.
He was a Saint. So what if he was overbearing? Would the Demon Race dare