"Your Highness, regarding the Demon Clan... When I went there, the Yin Yue Demon Venerate wouldn't even give me a chance to meet him... As for sending troops to aid us... I have failed! Please, Your Highness, punish me!"
Within the living room of the Martial King in West Capital City, two trusted ministers sent by him returned with faces full of grief, kneeling and crying for their failure at his feet.
By this time, the Martial King was no longer in a state of fury; he didn't even have the energy to be angry.
All that remained was despair.
"Back in the day, I collaborated with the Yin Yue Demon Venerate so many times, and helped him so many times, yet this time, he just stands by and watches us perish?!"
The Martial King glared at his two subordinates and kicked each of them, sending them flying to the ground!
"Ungrateful scoundrels! Thankless wretches!"
The Martial King slumped into a chair, his eyes void of any spirit.
