Quiet returned to his ears. This one-sided thrashing of weaklings must have ended.
"Bro, what are you spacing out for? Let's get moving!" Zu Yuan strode over to Ouyang, gripped the wheelchair with both hands, and prepared to push him forward.
Devils knelt in rows on either side, groaning and whimpering.
Although Zu Yuan had steamrolled their entire tribe single-handedly, and they truly were no match for him, they simply refused to concede.
Sure, they were kneeling in two rows now. Sure, they couldn't beat him. Sure, he had beaten them until they called him Grandpa.
But they still refused to concede!
Their Zhuj iu Tribe had always been different from the other tribes.
The noble Zhuj iu Tribe had just received Father God's favor!
And their Demon God was Father God's lover!
Father God's lover-their Demon God was now Mother God!
Round that up, and every devil in the Zhuj iu Tribe was Father God's own son!
Was His Highness the Little Demon Venerable so damn impressive?
So you were the Great Demon Venerable's son?
Their Zhuj iu Tribe were Father God's one and only officially designated sons!
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-never scorn a young devil for being poor!
They obediently knelt in two rows, but defiance was written all over their faces.
Still, they could take a loss. He had challenged their entire tribe alone, and his strength had earned their recognition. Naturally, they would receive Zu Yuan with their tribe's highest honors.
After all, among the Devil Race, strength was the only argument that truly held weight.
Zu Yuan pushed Ouyang into the Zhuj iu Tribe's territory. Amid the rugged buildings, a girl in hemp clothing stood quietly, surrounded like the moon amid a host of stars.
"What brings Your Highness the