Seeing how spineless the three were, Kong Xuan's temper flared.
He seriously doubted whether taking in three such cowards would be of any use.
"Fine, fine. I'll spare your miserable lives. But if you ever get any other ideas, just see whether I dare skin you, tear out your tendons, and rip out your souls to refine them."
With that, he signaled to the Golden-Winged Great Peng, then turned and left.
The Golden-Winged Great Peng beside him understood and casually collected the three souls.
"Let's go deal with your boss."
The three breathed a sigh of relief.
At least they had kept their lives.
But were they really supposed to go against their boss?
The three felt uneasy.
Though they were all at the peak quasi-saint stage.
The difference in their strength was still glaring.
Among their batch of Devil Race warriors.
The strongest was their boss-their leader.
He possessed not only extensive knowledge, but also unparalleled combat experience.
Most importantly, he was utterly loyal to the Devil Ancestor.
Though they called one another brothers on the surface, in reality, the weak remained prey to the strong.
The three of them were weak and cowardly, so they were often bullied.
Their bosses looked down on them, too.
Though the three liked to complain and run their mouths.
They understood perfectly well that the weak had to play the groveling grandson, swallowing every beating and insult.
Otherwise, they would never survive.
So what if they were at the peak quasi-saint stage?
In the Beyond Lands, there were more of those than anyone could count. They were still no more than ants.
"Master, my dear master, our boss is far too powerful. Please be careful."
"Yes, yes, master, you must be careful! Our boss has a demon weapon that's incredibly powerful. It