uninvited guest

Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere was heavy, with only Chicken One's sinister laughter echoing through the hall.

He clearly looked extremely weak.

Yet at this moment, in everyone's hearts, he was like a peerless Yao Demon, pressing down on them and making them feel terrified.

A sense of desolation lingered in the hearts of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Disciples.

To think how lofty their Sect once was.

It was an unscalable mountain in the eyes of many forces.

But now, they were being suppressed by a group of Yao Beasts, unable to even lift their heads.

This sight made Chicken One furious.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you all to have such backbone!"

"Today, Chicken Lord will be merciful and fulfill your arrogance!"

As his words fell.

A middle-aged man immediately knelt down.

"Ji…Chicken Lord!"

"Please, Old Ancestor, be merciful and spare my Ten Thousand Swords Sect this one time!"

This person was none other than the current Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Bai Wuxia!

He was also Bai Shang's father, who Chicken One was currently stepping on.

As Bai Wuxia knelt, all the Disciples were shocked.

Bai Shang's eyes widened, filled with fury.

"Father…you!"

He never expected that the first to bow would be his father.

This bow bent not only his own waist but also the Sect's reputation!

Bai Wuxia smiled bitterly.

Facing his son's disappointed gaze, he quietly said, "In the cultivation world, the strong are respected!"

"As long as one lives, there is hope!"

"Arrogance and dignity are things only the strong are worthy of possessing."

"Submitting to a strong person stronger than my Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not shameful!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts trembled.

They found that these words made so much sense that they couldn't refute them!

With their own Sect Master leading the way, the others also understood.

Compared to living, what was temporary honor or disgrace?

"Chicken Lord!"

For a time, everyone knelt, expressing their submission!

Chicken One's smile gradually twisted into something perverse.

At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the glorious Peak of the Demon Race.

With a single command from him, tens of thousands would follow!

Thinking of this!

He grinned.

"Very good, since you call me Chicken Lord, I can't show no appreciation."

"Hand over all your Storage Pouches, and from now on, you will be Chicken Lord's little brothers. If anything happens, just mention Chicken Lord's name, and Chicken Lord will cover you."

These words not only stunned the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Disciples but also confused the other Demon Generals.

A Demon General mumbled, "Big Brother, weren't we here to slaughter them this time?"

"Why are you taking on little brothers?"

This news made the hearts of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Disciples leap.

"Ji…Chicken Lord, this is my Storage Pouch!"

"From now on, I will definitely respect Chicken Lord!"

"If Chicken Lord tells me to go west, I will never go east. If Chicken Lord tells me to crush a dog, I will never chase a chicken."

"Chicken Lord, from the moment we met, I knew you must be a wise ruler."

"Once Chicken Lord, always Chicken Lord!"

"This is all my worldly possessions, please accept it, Chicken Lord!"

For a time, countless people who had previously been unwilling to call him Chicken Lord now eagerly handed over their Storage Pouches.

They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would face a great calamity.

From this, it was not difficult to see that a bottom line, like cheating, only differs from zero to one time.

Once the first step is successfully broken through, the lower limit of the bottom line is like certain ravines, immeasurable.

Some even pulled off the Storage Pouches from their Old Ancestors to show their loyalty.

Looking at so many Storage Pouches neatly presented before him, Chicken One was also stunned.

That's right!

Wasn't he here to eradicate anyone who posed a threat to Young Miss Bai Ling?

Why did he suddenly take these people as little brothers?

But Chicken Lord's word was his bond.

If what he said didn't count, how would he establish himself in the world later?

Thinking of this, his eyeballs rolled around.

Soon, his eyes lit up, and he had an idea.

He collected the Storage Pouches while explaining to his brothers.

"To think how glorious my Demon Race was in its prime!"

"With a single command from the Master, billions of Demon Race members submitted!"

"Now that the Master has returned, there aren't many useful people under him!"

"This, I suppose, is also finding a foundation for the Master!"

"And their submission means we have indirectly eliminated a potential threat to Young Miss."

The more Chicken One spoke, the brighter his eyes became.

He truly was a Genius.

How could he think of such a multi-faceted, flawless plan?

And listening to Chicken One's explanation, the Demon Generals all showed expressions of sudden realization.

No wonder Chicken One was the Big Brother!

This kind of brain was simply beyond their comparison.

Just as Chicken One was excitedly and happily collecting the Storage Pouches.

Suddenly, the sky inexplicably darkened.

A gust of wind blew in from outside the door.

The wind was strange, making everyone present feel an inexplicable chill.

Everyone looked up at the window!

Vaguely, they felt as if some terrifying existence was approaching.

Under this atmosphere, it seemed as if the air had solidified.

Many people involuntarily broke out in cold sweat, swallowing saliva to hide their unease.

Finally.

Under everyone's gaze, a figure limped in.

The moment they saw the newcomer, the Twelve Demon Generals stiffened.

An inexplicable chill rose in their hearts, especially Chicken One; his chicken feathers bristled.

Because this uninvited guest.

Was the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow was expressionless, slowly entering the main hall. He seemed completely oblivious to the gazes of everyone, instead looking at the spoils of war behind Chicken One.

He walked straight past everyone, came before Chicken One, and skillfully picked up the Storage Pouch next to him.

Then, as if no one else was present, he stood to the side and began to rummage through the contents of the Storage Pouch.

Chicken One dared not move.

The Scarecrow's power was deeply etched in his mind.

To be honest, few people could make him feel fear.

And the Scarecrow was one of them.

Earlier, when he swung his scythe at the Twelve Demon Generals, Chicken One truly felt death so close.

So much so that even now, when he saw the Scarecrow, he still had a lingering sense of trepidation.

Although both belonged to Zhong Qing's subordinates.

This guy couldn't be viewed with common sense.

His scythe, when he said he'd cut, he really cut.

Before cutting, he wouldn't even say half a word to you, truly embodying cold-heartedness to the extreme.

At this moment, after the Scarecrow rummaged through the Storage Pouch for about half an hour, his eyes lit up.

He gently caressed one of the gold coins.

The way he looked, it was as if he was caressing a lover's face, incredibly gentle.

And when Chicken One saw this scene, his mind stirred.

"So this guy likes gold coins!"

He felt that perhaps he could use this opportunity to build a good relationship with the Scarecrow.

With a slight thought, he immediately hung several Storage Pouches on himself.

And ran over subserviently.

"Big Shot, so you like this kind of thing!"

"It's too much trouble for an Old Ancestor like you to do it yourself!"

"How about we collect them for you?"