The conflicts within the Monster Tribe were primitive and brutal.
Especially in the same lineage, without a fight, one glance usually determined the strong from the weak. Lu Bei's Golden Winged Roc Monster Form was much stronger than King Hei Yu. The same Divine Ability, displayed by Lu Bei, was more than a hundred times more potent than Hei Yu's.
The latter promptly bowed down, knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times: "Ancestor, this unworthy descendant was blind not to recognize you. Please spare my life for the sake of my hard cultivation. I am willing to offer all my family's wealth, pledging to serve you by your side thereafter."
"Arrogant at first then respectful, quite amusing!"
With a cold snort from Lu Bei, the Golden Winged Roc, in an almost physical form, burst through the clouds and rushed to King Hei Yu. It extended its claws, tearing him apart like a small chick.
The dark clouds of the Monster Tribe draw to a close.
