Behind that carriage followed a retinue no fewer than five hundred strong, each man standing nearly ten feet tall, thickly muscled, and covered in facial hair, presenting a truly savage appearance. They were clad in silver armor that blazed brilliantly, and their movements before setting off were as swift as lightning—unmistakably the mark of supreme masters.

Soon, the carriage halted not far from where Ye Jingyu and his companions stood. The door opened, and a tall man arrayed in magnificent armor stepped out.

He stood roughly ten feet high. While not conventionally handsome, he exuded an intensely barbaric aura, particularly due to the thick, coarse beard that covered his jaw.

The moment he emerged, a pair of searing eyes immediately locked onto Yao Rao, Jiu Feng, Zhuge Siyu, Hu Yianmeng, and the others, instantly shooting out rays of greenish light.

“Sir, that is Prince Wagangsi of the Werewolf Clan. He is the Demon King’s representative, here to inspect the territory…” At this moment, Jiuli Tower approached Ye Jingyu and introduced the man to him via one-line transmission.

“Inspect the territory? Is this also Werewolf Clan land?” Ye Jingyu raised an eyebrow.

“Wherever werewolves dwell, that is Werewolf Clan territory. The Celestial Wolf Giants are part of the werewolf bloodline, so they come here to patrol periodically. However, they never interfere with Celestial Wolf Giant affairs, only plundering the resources they need. What’s more, they’ve often used this opportunity to extort us. Without a Demon King presiding here, we have no way to resist them, and can only be exploited!” Jiuli Tower spoke with noticeable indignation, clearly having suffered much at the hands of the Werewolf Clan over the years.

“I know what to do!” Ye Jingyu nodded lightly. The Minotaur Clan were now his people; since these fellows were bullying his own, they deserved a serious lesson.

“Jiuli Tower, tell me, what exactly happened here!” Wagangsi demanded directly, though his gaze never left the women. What he was inquiring about, naturally, was the surrounding shattered mountains, rivers, and forests.

“Are you blind, you bastard? Can’t you see for yourself?” Before Ye Jingyu could finish speaking, Liang Xiaoke erupted in fury upon seeing Wagangsi’s lecherous eyes constantly sweeping over Yao Rao.

Wagangsi blinked, finally directing his gaze toward Liang Xiaoke, only then noticing the monster entirely covered in scales standing there.

“Xiaoke, save me!” Just as Wagangsi was about to question further, a cry for help echoed from inside the massive carriage.

Liang Xiaoke froze. That was Monike’s voice! How could she be in the carriage?

“You captured Monike?” Liang Xiaoke’s face contorted into a savage mask. He slammed one foot forward heavily, releasing a surge of violent, ferocious energy that pressed toward Wagangsi.

“Monike? Hahahaha, you mean that little girl from the Celestial Wolf Clan? I took a liking to her. She will become my concubine; it is an honor I bestow upon her!” Wagangsi roared with laughter, utterly unfazed by Liang Xiaoke’s menacing aura.

This was the Demon Realm, and he was a prince of the Werewolf Clan. Who in this world dared lay a hand on him? Were the Minotaurs powerful? Yes, but before him, they were as docile as lambs. This creature, whatever its race, possessed strength, but did he truly dare harm him?

“Release her immediately!” Liang Xiaoke roared, taking another step forward.

Seemingly sensing the explosive aura emanating from Liang Xiaoke, the four men following Wagangsi stepped forward in unison, surrounding him completely.

“Hahahaha, you are indeed an amusing fellow, daring to order me around. Do you know who I am? I am Prince Wagangsi of the Werewolf Clan, the most nobly born prince. I care not what race you are; seeing as your strength is decent, I offer you a chance: kneel immediately, beg my mercy, and become my slave, and I shall magnanimously spare your life!” With the protection of powerful guards, Wagangsi’s arrogance soared.

These four were the super-guards his father had assigned for this patrol: one Ninth-Grade Demon Lord and three Eighth-Grade Demon Lords. Such power meant that unless he encountered someone of the Demon King level, no one could harm him. The Minotaur Clan only had Jiuli Tower barely reaching the Ninth-Grade realm, did they not?

Hearing Wagangsi’s arrogant words and witnessing his condescending expression, Ye Jingyu, Liang Xiaoke, and the others could only roll their eyes, regarding him with the look reserved for idiots. Did this fool truly believe a mere werewolf could threaten them?

Luo Ling’er’s passing had deeply stung the two brothers. Now, they paid no heed to ordinary demons; their goal was to trample the heavens and the earth underfoot. Even powerful Demon Kings were inconsequential in their eyes.

With a whoosh, Liang Xiaoke shot forward, clenching his right claw, and unleashed a devastating punch directly at Wagangsi.

One of the Eighth-Grade Demon Lords stepped forward, placing himself in front of Wagangsi. Facing the incoming punch, he contemptuously threw out a fist of his own. An Eighth-Grade Demon Lord was considered a top-tier expert in the Demon Realm; he refused to believe this ugly creature was also an Eighth-Grade Demon Lord.

A cold sneer played on Liang Xiaoke’s lips. Just as his fist was about to collide with the Demon Lord’s, he suddenly changed the motion, turning his fist into a claw. He seized the Demon Lord’s wrist, using the momentum to yank, instantly throwing the Demon Lord off balance. Liang Xiaoke’s other claw flashed out like lightning toward the Demon Lord’s chest…

The Demon Lord was horrified, twisting his body violently, trying to evade the grasp, but Liang Xiaoke’s speed was too great. A long gash was left across his sternum, and faint golden blood began to seep out.

“You are despicable!” the Demon Lord roared. Combat between demons was supposed to be head-on confrontations; where was the honor in changing techniques like Liang Xiaoke?

“Despicable to your mother’s—!” Liang Xiaoke offered no further discourse. He slammed another punch forward, a torrent of savage, violent energy surging out, crashing squarely into the Demon Lord’s chest. The impact instantly pulverized the man’s sternum, and his body was blasted backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Seeing his subordinate struck down by such treacherous means by this hideous creature, Wagangsi became completely enraged, letting out a massive roar: “Kill him! Kill him!”