He spoke slowly.
"Honored warrior, if my people have inadvertently offended you, please be magnanimous and do not hold it against them
."
"Too many powerful warriors have fallen here lately. The land on our side is limited, and food here is extremely scarce. We can barely feed him anymore."
The old man looked perfectly ordinary. He was not a four-armed monster, merely an old man with a stooped back.
The instant Demon Emperor Daochen saw him, he could already faintly sense the immense power contained within his body.
Although this old man looked utterly unremarkable,
his strength was undoubtedly beyond imagination.
Demon Emperor Daochen snorted coldly. "Did you see how strong I was and decide to back down?"
"Or are you trying to lure me over so you can use some other underhanded trick against me?"
"Whatever you have in mind, fight me first."
The Demon Emperor had no intention of talking to him.
With someone this powerful before him, if he did not have a proper fight with him,
he would be letting down all these muscles of his.
Above all, he would be letting down that wisp of golden bloodline power.
The old man seemed to see through the Demon Emperor's thoughts, and he sighed softly.
"Ah, I'm an old man now. I don't want to do anything so dangerous with you. But if you insist, I won't hold back."
As he spoke, he tossed his walking stick aside. Then his stooped back suddenly straightened.
The muscles throughout his body began to awaken, and soon a hulking man stood before the Demon Emperor.
Only then did Demon Emperor Daochen realize that this fellow was still a member of that monstrous race.
It was just that two of his arms were extremely small. When he had looked like