My Fist... (1)

"Young Master Qing Ye, the Azure Dragon Race…" Zha Zha Peng hesitated to speak, and he glanced at the gloomy and depressed members of the Azure Dragon Race.

Young Master Qing Ye waved his hand and nodded. He naturally knew that the incident with Long Yue had dealt a big blow to the morale of the Azure Dragons and the entire demon alliance army.

Hence, he soared into the sky again and flew above the demons' alliance army.

He pointed at the Genius Excellence Rankings in the sky and called loudly, "This is the human race!

"They treat us demons as food, mounts, and pill refinement materials. They treat us as slaves to order around, nourishment for their cultivation.

"They have never treated us as friends. They are forever high above us, who control our lives and fates as they please. Why should they?

"All things are equal. Why should the human race control us!?"