Princess Peacock was already his, and she stood up at will, belonging to him from now on.
He liked this thing.
To take possession of it and make it his own, even if it meant fighting others, if that made him a sycophant, then who in this world wasn't?
He had the strength and was happy in his heart and body, so what if he offended the Demon Race for it?
"I believe in you, Young Master Zhou, the fate of my Peacock Race now rests in your hands, I hope you won't disappoint me."
Princess Peacock looked up at Zhou Chen, her eyes full of emotion.
She had already bet everything on him.
Should Zhou Chen handle this poorly and end up fleeing in defeat, she would face repercussions from the Demon Race.
Not only would she become a slave plaything of Crown Prince Golden Roc, but the rest of her Peacock Race would become slaves as well, or even face annihilation.
"Don't worry, I never let my women down. Don't you know how formidable I am?"
