"Roar!" The Jiao Long let out a furious roar and flew out of the river, closely followed by the Peacock.
The two great Demon Kings perched to the left and right above Yun Qi's head. The Jiao Long's body flipped, and its dark scales glistened with cold light.
The Peacock unfurled its splendid tail feathers, dazzling with colors, flowing like a galaxy cascades, stars falling.
"You, you two?!" The Snow Mountain Goddess could hardly believe her eyes.
"Noble Demon Kings, yet you listen to a little girl? You truly disgrace our Demon Clan!" the Snow Mountain Goddess said angrily.
The Jiao Long was about to speak when the Peacock interjected, "Who are you to care? What rank do you hold? And why, just because we're all Demons, do you get called Goddess? Have you no shame?"
"You..."
