"Dare not, I absolutely dare not, nor do I entertain such thoughts."
Maximus Powers gave a cold snort again.
The chieftain looked at him, ultimately somewhat unwilling, and embellished a remark.
"But with your strength being so dominant, even if that man possesses the Throne, he's merely at the Saint Seat Eighth Level. If you could match him evenly, along with our support, we could totally capture him and eliminate a major threat to the Demon Race. Otherwise, once that man grows stronger, he will become even more troublesome for the Demon Race. Master, this person has imposed so much frustration upon us, why not pursue victory?"
In the end, the chieftain couldn't swallow his pride, thus he cautiously instigated further.
Maximus Powers looked down at him from above, his gaze carrying a trace of disdain.
