Chapter 87: Stirring up a colossal mess!
As a descendant of Chaos, born from the boundless aura of the Great Dao within chaotic space, the Luo Demon Tribe elder looked down utterly on later-born creatures like Daochen.
What did it matter if he was Pangu's descendant? He was merely a being nurtured by the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World.
Yet the thought that he still had not subdued Daochen after fighting for so long left him dumbfounded.
Looking at the Ancestral Land, ravaged and riddled with wounds, the Luo Demon Tribe elder felt his heart ache all the more.
If they kept fighting, the Ancestral Land would surely be ruined.
At that thought, regret flooded his heart. Had he known Daochen was this powerful, he would never have fought him here, no matter what.
If the Ancestral Land were ruined, Daochen would be fine, but he would be in deep trouble.
Daochen was thoroughly enjoying the fight when he saw the Luo Demon Tribe elder suddenly stop attacking.
"What? Giving up already?"
Daochen taunted him.
Ever since he had begun cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art, this was the first opponent he had encountered who could make him fight with all his strength.
That feeling of letting loose without restraint was far more satisfying than thrashing Yuanshi and his bunch.
The Luo Demon Tribe elder frowned and snorted. "I have no wish to stoop to your level. As long as you withdraw today, I can let bygones be bygones!"
"I can even help conceal your plundering of the natural treasures on the outskirts of the Ancestral Land, keeping our tribe's higher-ups from learning of it."
Daochen curled his lips and looked at the Luo Demon Tribe elder with a cold smile.
Now you want me to leave?
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