As soon as those words were spoken.
The surrounding barbarian giants and members of other races immediately began jeering. "Young Commander Gonggaga, isn't this a wheel battle? That's far too shameless."
"Why not send a few more subordinates to compete with Miss Lici?"
"Tsk, tsk. Thunderhorn Grand Commander is a regional overlord, after all. How did he produce such a shameless Young Commander?"
"At this rate, our Thunderhorn Demon Domain will have no successor."
The various vassal races switched into full-blown heckler mode, mocking Young Commander Gonggaga with sarcasm dripping from every word.
Young Commander Gonggaga was so enraged that the veins on his forehead bulged.
As the Young Commander of the Thunderhorn Demon Domain, he had been raised in luxury since childhood. Others had always fawned over him—when had he ever suffered such humiliation? These lowly commoners truly had the audacity to defy the heavens!
"Shut up!" he roared in embarrassment and rage. "You pack of lowly commoners dare meddle in the affairs of this Young Commander?"
As soon as the words fell, the group of personal guards at his side immediately drew their weapons, aggressively
shoving the tavern's curious onlookers aside and clearing a large area around the Young Commander and Wang Lici.
A fifteenth-rank Devil Master-level guard hidden in the shadows also unleashed terrifying pressure, suppressing the entire scene into dead silence.
This Young Commander was no ordinary high-ranking Devil Race member. He was the beloved son of the Thunderhorn Grand Commander and the future heir of the Thunderhorn Demon Domain!
One had to know that the higher a Devil Race member's rank, the weaker its reproductive ability became. At the level of a seventeenth-rank Grand Commander, producing even one bloodline descendant was harder than ascending to heaven.
Thus, most Grand Commanders selected heirs from among the