The ferocious Lionheart growled, “The kid’s wise to avoid us. I’d certainly make him cry uncle otherwise.”

Lightford had been his fellow tribesman, so Lionheart naturally resented Jiang Chen for killing his peer.

Not to mention, eliminating the young lord would be a feat of great merit for the demon race and a great opportunity for the forefather to distinguish himself.

But Forefather Ironclad was solemn. “Brother, don’t look down on the kid. Just think, how many times have we demons suffered at his hands? We’re no cowards, and is Forefather Goldenhowl weaker than either of us? Were his crack troops...