However, the next moment, they were all stunned. Xiang Shan and his group of Pureblood Demon Race members weren't criticizing the Foreign Demons behind them at all. Instead, they walked along together, talking and laughing. Their attitude wasn't that of superiors and subordinates, but rather of friends.
Even though the group of Foreign Demons appeared somewhat uncomfortable and were subconsciously deferential, it was still clear that they were different from ordinary attendants. A unique vitality radiated from their very bones.
CRASH!
Just then, a nearby building exploded into rubble. A figure shot out from the ruins, drenched in fresh blood. It was a gravely injured Foreign Demon, being mercilessly whipped by its master in the middle of the street.
The bystanders scattered, keeping their distance as they were long accustomed to such scenes. A Pureblood noble disciplining his attendant was perfectly normal.
"Stop!"
