Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

All eyes of the myriad races in the hall immediately focused on Ye Ge, and even Bao Bingqing couldn't help but turn his head.

In fact, Bao Bingqing had noticed the situation several times and used the system's mental communication to ask Ye Ge if he needed help to get out of the predicament.

But Ye Ge stopped them all.

Ye Ge could see through what those powerful figures of the myriad races could see through. He knew very well that this was all a show orchestrated by Fenrir, with the aim of testing whether the Ye family was just a little fat sheep backed by a powerful figure, or a tough nut to crack if provoked.

So when Greyback was causing trouble, not only Fenrir, but all the bigwigs of the myriad races were watching with wide eyes.

This is ultimately a world where the strong prey on the weak. If the impression the Ye family left on them today was that of a bullied sheep who could only whine and run home to find a powerful backer...

If, during Greyback's overt and covert coercion and enticement, Nightsong, as the current patriarch of the Night family, appeared bewildered...

If the Ye family comes here to participate in the press conference and unveils such an important and astonishing technology, yet they can't even handle a Heavenly Revelation Realm expert...

Without a doubt, all races will continue to fleece the Ye family. After the first test of their bottom line, there will be a second and a third, until all races completely devour the Ye family!

As for Dark City, all races surely believe that the Night Family and they only have a normal cooperative relationship. If they can get their hands on the Night Family's scientific research results, then Dark City will not continue to protect them. After all, what difference does it make who you cooperate with?

The Ye family had earned a formidable reputation among the myriad races when the Great Qin Dynasty was first established 1,500 years ago. Even the dark races avoided these demonized mutants, because no one wanted to provoke a group of war madmen.

And now, fifteen hundred years have passed.

All races must be eager to know just how much ferocity the Ye family still retains under the suppression of the human race.

The six black-robed men's attack, which instantly subdued Graybury, can be seen as proof of the Night Family's strength in front of all races. At least, most small and medium-sized races would no longer dare to covet the Night Family.

However, Yege believes that this is far from enough.

Fenrir gazed at Nightsong, his deep gray eyes like unfathomable ancient wells, seemingly awaiting his answer.

Nightsong looked at Fenrir, his fair and handsome face slightly smiling, and slowly lowered the revolver that had been pointing at Graybuck's head.

"Of course, I am very willing to accept the friendship of the werewolves."

Swish—swish—

The six men in black robes simultaneously withdrew the weapons they had inserted into Graybuck's body and stepped back several meters.

Upon hearing this, Fenrir immediately laughed: "Hehe... Mr. Nightsong is indeed magnanimous."

Greyback also breathed a sigh of relief.

Blood continued to gush from the several pierced holes in his body, especially the cut on his stomach from the broadsword, which had basically sliced ​​open half of his abdomen, leaving a large vat of blood on the ground.

Although Graybuck was released, his body suddenly lost its footing, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, panting heavily as he clutched the wound on his stomach, feeling as if he had survived a disaster.

"Huh?" Ye Ge said, "Oh, you might have misunderstood. I'm not really that magnanimous."

"While I am willing to accept your friendship as werewolves, it doesn't mean this matter is over."

"Because if you werewolves want the friendship of our Night family, you have to appease me first."

Fenrir paused, frowned, and didn't understand what Nightsong meant. At that moment, Nightsong raised the "Godslayer" revolver in his hand once more.

This time, the massive gun barrel was pointed directly at Fenrir.

And his finger went straight for the trigger!

Fenrir's pupils suddenly dilated.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening explosion rang in Fenrir's ears!

The Godslayer Spear spewed out a thick red light, and at the same time it fired, it was accompanied by a roar like that of an ancient behemoth, the sound of which was like thunder and echoed continuously in the hall!

The red light did not hit Fenrir, but grazed past his ear.

He hit one of the werewolf minions behind him!

The werewolf was also a powerful cultivator at the Heavenly Revelation Realm, but the instant he was struck by the red light, he didn't even have a chance to react before his body completely vanished! His physical body vaporized into a blood mist, spraying more than ten meters away, with fine droplets of blood splattering onto the distant walls...

At the same time, the six masked men in black robes attacked again.

Six different weapons were drawn once again, accompanied by the synchronized clang of their blades!

They were like a tightly wound machine, their every move perfectly synchronized. Their combined attack swiftly killed another werewolf subordinate of Fenrir's Apocalypse Realm... and Greyback...

Graybury stared blankly down at his neck, where a long line of blood had appeared.

His vision kept distorting, eventually turning completely black...

Greyback's head slowly fell from his neck to the ground, while his body remained kneeling before Nightsong...

In just a few breaths, the three Heavenly Revelation Realm werewolves were killed instantly!

Almost none of the people from all races in the venue had time to react. The gunshot had made everyone dizzy and disoriented, and they could hardly imagine what kind of extraordinary power it was!

When their buzzing heads cleared and their blurry vision returned, they witnessed this astonishing scene!

Apart from Fenrir, the other three Apocalypse Realm werewolves were all lying in pools of blood!

Fenrir remained standing still, his pupils trembling slightly, his face pale, and his back covered in fine beads of sweat.

What kind of gun is that?!

The instant the gunshot rang out, he, a werewolf at the fifth level of the Saint Realm, was completely powerless to stop it... The shockwave released by that gunshot was not just ordinary sound waves; when the gun fired, Fenrir felt as if his soul had been struck hard, and his entire body was completely unable to move...

Let alone the three werewolf subordinates who saved him, even if this shot was really aimed at him, Fenrir felt that he probably... wouldn't be able to dodge it at all!

At that moment, he suddenly felt that even as a transcendent being of the Saint Realm, he was so insignificant in front of that gun!

The gun that slew the Godslayer in the Night Singer's song still emitted a faint wisp of smoke.

At this point, he finally slowly put the revolver away.

"Okay, I'm calm now."

Ye Ge smiled.