"Was this kid always this cocky?" Ouyang remarked with some wonder, the little fox perched on his head, as he watched Xiao Feng slam straight toward the dragon claw.
"It's Junior Brother Xiao! It's Junior Brother Xiao! Eldest Senior Brother! Look, look!" the little fox cried excitedly, grabbing Ouyang's hair.
"Ow... I know, I know! Stop yanking my hair, Tutu!" Ouyang sucked in a sharp breath and caught the little fox, who was so excited she was about to fall off, then spoke in exasperation.
The half-demons and demons around them had already fallen into a stupor, as though someone had cast an immobilization spell on them. They could not comprehend what was happening before their eyes.
The so-called Dragon King being chosen by all Five Directional Divine Beasts at once had already been shocking enough, but then the scene took a sudden turn: five black versions of the Five Directional Divine Beasts leaped out of the vortex and started fighting the blood-colored ones.
What had originally been a joyous occasion, with the Forefathers bestowing a true name, had turned in an instant into a spectacular scene of the Forefathers beating each other up.
Who could handle that?!
Your Forefather suddenly jumped out of his grave and started passionately beating another Forefather up right in front of you—just how thrilling was that?
Both sides even looked exactly alike. Even if they wanted to cheer their own Forefathers on, they would not know whom to shout for.
Ma Xingye of the Half-Demon Clan was the first to recover. Feeling somewhat guilty, he glanced around and only breathed a small sigh of relief after seeing that none of the demons had noticed anything unusual.
Ma Xingye knew perfectly well what he and Xiao Feng really were. As he watched Xiao Feng charge