Di Qing was not someone who enjoyed admitting defeat. Well, to be precise, he was a Demon Beast.
After all, the Emperor Dragon's Clan had always been beings born to rule, always standing above all since ancient times.
In Di Qing's over three million years of life, he hadn't fought all that many battles. The beings capable of qualifying to fight him, daring even, were far too few.
And in those rare encounters, he was always the victor. Even when he faced peril, life-and-death peril, his confidence was unshaken—he never admitted defeat. This was the pride of the Emperor Dragon's Clan, his unwavering belief in himself.
Yet.
At this moment.
He admitted defeat.
Not only that—he knelt down.
He willingly knelt down!
It wasn't merely out of desperate concern for his daughter's safety; it was because he understood the reality of the situation.
