“I wouldn’t dare!” Hu Qianxiao exclaimed in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, however, he felt truly depressed inside. When had he ever spoken in such a submissive manner before? Even if he had been facing the Fiend Emperor, he could at least serve as a guest, right? At least the Fiend Emperor wouldn’t kill him for no reason, and would feel some apprehension toward the Tiger Race’s forces and the views of the other races.

However, today’s situation was different! Shi Zhentian had just been killed, so killing him too wouldn’t make much of a difference either. Between that and the fact that there were two grandmasters on the other side, he decisively chose submission.

Even though he wanted ‘face’, what was that worth if even his life would be forfeit? For example, Shi Zhentian was now lying on the ground, his face already smashed rotten.

The most unusual thing was that no one present looked down on his behavior; instead, they simply acted as if it were only natural. They had clearly been frightened quite badly by the ar...