Xingtian's large mouth on his stomach took a bite of the peach and reached out to touch his broken head.
At this time, Jiufeng returned and shouted at this Demon King, "Mindless creature, what else can you do besides fighting?"
"Mistress Feng, I spoke out of turn!"
The Demon King quickly stood up and slapped his own face.
Jiufeng reprimanded him, "Right now, the Jade Emperor is our Witch Tribe's talisman. Only by relying on him can we establish our foothold in the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Dao has its order, something we cannot steal. We can only leverage the situation; if we go against the heavens, we will surely collapse."
Xingtian laughed and said, "Did you hear that? Read more books; this is called 'exercising imperial authority to command the feudal lords'.
"Yes, yes, what Mistress Feng said is absolutely right; it's my lack of my father's wisdom!"
The Demon King smiled apologetically and retreated from the room.
