“Hmph! I’d like to see him try. I’ll tear him to pieces if he does!” Demonhawk seethed viciously.
He had ample reason for this hostility. Forefather Bluefalcon had been one of the leaders at the Rejuvenation Isles and met his end at the hands of the young lord and four beasts.
Seeing his eyes bloodshot in anger, Demonroc advised urgently, “Fellow daoist, as members of the same tribe, I urge you not to look down on the kid after everything he’s done. Why have so many forefathers like us fallen at his hands? There must be something peculiar about him.”
“Aren’t you glorifying him a little too much? Humans can only come up with...