"Hahaha!"
"What are you afraid of?"
The Demon Fire King was not angry. Mocking the group of juniors, he laughed while pointing at them and cursed: "We old dogs have fought blood-soaked battles up to this day, all for the sake of ensuring that you brats and your descendants would rise as noble elites, no longer living as the slaves of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, no longer suffering as we did—having our own children beaten to death by their masters and still being forced to grind their bones into ashes."
"Never again should such days exist."
He sighed with a faint trace of sorrow.
"But listen carefully to me, all of you!"
"You may enjoy these customs of splendor, you may have a taste for being surrounded by a multitude of servants—but only if you have the strength to back it up!"
