The Head of the Xiao Family, who had been crushed to the ground by Xiao Tian's Seventy-Two Transformations, was now barely breathing, his eyes rolled back, and he had fallen into a coma. His face was deathly pale, a truly pitiful sight.
"Hmph! What a show of arrogance! While I respect the elderly and care for the young, I won't show mercy to an old man who's causing trouble like this." Xiao Tian returned to human form, his arms crossed over his chest. If it weren't for the mask of Ultraman Dark Tiga, many people would have seen Xiao Tian's extremely arrogant, nose-up expression.
"Young friend, let's stop here, hehe." Butler Fei arrived, his eyes narrowed and a smile on his face giving off a chilling feeling of a knife hidden in his smile and a sharp edge lurking within.
"Hey, fat old man, can you represent the Yiqi Dao League?" Xiao Tian chuckled.
"I still have some say. Our Yiqi Dao League came to Northern Mountain to discuss an alliance with the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor. Since you have a grudge against the Northern Mountain demons, then you can settle it, and we will withdraw from Northern Mountain territory. Hehe." Butler Fei smiled.
Xiao Tian curled his lip, secretly cursing the smiling tiger for being so cunning.
Old Man Fei held a very high position within the Yiqi Dao League. With the combined efforts of the Yang Family head, the Li Family family head, and others, and after digging out the unconscious Xiao Family head, the Yiqi Dao League began its retreat.
On the Somersault Cloud, Ji Wuji, Yang Yitan, and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief as they watched their family members leave the battlefield.
"I don't care whether you're allies with the Yiqi Dao League or not. You self-proclaimed Mask Group members, hand over Lord Ji, or you'll have nowhere to hide in my Northern Mountain!" Kang Jinlong's heart tightened, and he spoke with a stiff upper lip.
"Oh ho? Kang Jinlong, the second-ranked master of the Golden Dragon Cave in the Seventy-Two Caves, you're evenly matched with that weakling? I'm not bragging, nor am I targeting anyone, but all the demons here are a bunch of trash!" Xiao Tian chuckled.
Wangquan Baye, the Dongfang Sisters, Ji Wuji, and others were speechless; this was just too much of a target of hatred.
In an instant, countless curses erupted, and a war of words began.
Kang Jinlong, the king of the Far North King Samo, looked very grim. In a one-on-one fight, even the strongest Kang Jinlong admitted that he wasn't confident.
"What do you want? Do you really think you're invincible? When our Emperor arrives, let's see if you're still so arrogant then!"
"Hehe, it's hard to say whether the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor and the Heavenly Lord of Destruction Shi Kuan are even in Northern Mountain. And even if they are, none of us brothers and sisters are easy to deal with. Plus, we have a powerful mascot. Even if the heavens come, they'll have to tremble before us!" Xiao Tian sneered.
"Who is the mascot?" Dongfang Qinlan asked, looking around.
"Of course it's you, since you're the weakest." Dongfang Huaizhu smiled and ruffled her sister's hair.
"What!" Dongfang Qinlan immediately bristled, her face contorted with anger, and she shouted at Xiao Tian, "You wretched Xiao Tian, I'm not a mascot!"
Xiao Tian's lips twitched. In this kind of atmosphere, why not give them some face? What are they yelling about?
" Kang Jinlong, how about this? I know you're wary of the Demon Emperor Miaomei's power here. How about we have a food contest? Whoever eats the most wins. Of course, regardless of the outcome, we'll release your Lord Ji."
Xiao Tian chuckled and continued, "If you lose, the land of Black Wind Mountain will be officially given to us. Moreover, we will also be given tens of thousands of poultry and at least a thousand head of cattle and sheep that are edible for humans. Our Mask Group yearns for peace. If you don't believe me, ask Black Wind. We haven't been killing demons indiscriminately."