"The Demon God Spear is the treasured artifact of our ancient clan; it cannot just be devoured like that. There must be an explanation."
The Ancient Clan Emperor snorted coldly, his gaze pressing towards Mo Wangchen, finally fixating on the Big White Dog, wishing he could chop it up.
"Woof!"
Before Mo Wangchen could speak, the Big White Dog called out first, "This Emperor devoured it by strength; what explanation is needed? Moreover, the Demon God Spear has been lost for so long and is ownerless now. Whoever gets it owns it; why say it's your ancient clan's?"
"By your logic, if this Emperor fancies many women over the years, are they all mine?"
"I don't want to argue with you. If there's no explanation, you should know the consequences." The Ancient Clan Emperor snorted coldly.
