"I do!"
As soon as Di Jun finished speaking, a burly man with a large, round face and a drooping mustache stepped out from behind him into the center of the square atop Mount Tai.
Di Jun's expression darkened slightly. He had not expected Peng to be so oblivious to the mood.
But his words were already out, and he could hardly take them back, so he could only ask.
"Peng, what objection do you have?"
"Of course the Demon Race needs a leader. I think I could become an emperor and a sage too!"
Peng laughed heartily.
He did give Di Jun some face by not claiming the title of sovereign.
After he said this, demons behind all three founders of the Demon Race showed signs of stirring.
Throughout the endless ages before this, the transcendent Divine Beasts and Strange Beasts had roamed freely across mountains, seas, heaven, and earth, fighting their way to their present attainments. They had always lived unfettered, each with abilities of their own.
In other words, they all had pride in their bones.
There was only one way to become their leader: beat them into submission!
Although the three had subdued their respective demon followers, the followers of the other two clearly did not see things the same way.
Seeing through the beasts' thoughts, Jiang Yang laughed heartily before Di Jun and the Vermilion Bird could react. He stepped forward, his presence overbearing.
"In that case, come at me together. Today, I'll beat you all into submission!"
"Huh?"
The countless powerful demons present were stunned for a moment, but their astonishment soon turned to anger.
"Such shameless boasting! What towering arrogance!"
"We know you're powerful, but do you have the strength to match all of us?"
The demons voiced their anger.
"Enough nonsense. Let