The lion race had an elder system. Important matters were discussed by many elders. While the patriarch had the highest status, he could not act arbitrarily on important matters.
Shi Xun kneeling and admitting defeat, and admitting to represent the entire lion race, this made the other elders very angry.
The elders of the Lion Race still felt that they were lucky. They were willing to admit defeat, but they did not want to kneel and surrender without any face left.
They also did not believe that Gao Zhengyang would really dare to kill everyone.
Just as the elders of the lion race were hesitating, Shi Yun, who had been lifted high by the Dragon Emperor Halberd, shouted, "Our lion race would rather die than submit! Gao Zhengyang, kill me if you have the guts! "
Gao Zhengyang did not speak, only turning the Dragon Emperor Halberd and turning Shi Yun into a ball of blood rain.
He sized up the elders of the lion race with an indifferent gaze. At this stage, these people still thought that it would be fine as long as they easily admitted defeat, they were really naive!
Since they attacked him, they were great enemies. What relationship, it was not worth mentioning.
After experiencing countless bloody battles, Gao Zhengyang deeply understood one principle, a person only had one life.
The other already clearly wanted your life, if you still thought of relationship, that was too laughable and childish.
Only those undying gods could play this kind of game. To forgive the enemy that killed him.
Gao Zhengyang thought that he was just a mortal and did not have such a breadth of mind to be able to tolerate and forgive the enemy.
If you want to kill me, I'll kill you. Gao Zhengyang's principle was just this simple.
Using Confucius' words: to repay kindness with kindness, to repay enmity with justice. That was all.
The blood rain that Shi Yun had transformed into flew recklessly in the night, cruel and bloody.
The gazes of the elders of the lion race focused, two of them even had faces full of anger and killing intent.
It could be said that Gao Zhengyang could not hold back when he killed Shi Zheng. But he could have spared Shi Yun's life, but he mercilessly killed him.
This made the elders of the lion race both angry and afraid.
"Kneel!" Shi Xun shouted angrily, "You have the guts to attack, but do not have the guts to take responsibility!"
The winner was king. The world was that simple.
If the many experts of the Lion Race attacked and killed Gao Zhengyang, everything would be fine. Now that he was defeated by Gao Zhengyang, he still refused to admit defeat. Did he really think that Gao Zhengyang was a pushover?
Shi Xun had had enough of the Elders' stupidity and ignorance.
Fortunately, these elders had lived for a long time and were not really stupid. Their minds were still very clear.
Gao Zhengyang's indifferent and emotionless gaze swept over them, causing the hearts of the several Lion Tribe Elders to tremble.
The other party did not pretend to be imposing, nor was he filled with killing intent. But it was this indifference that showed that he didn't care about their lives.
The lion elders only wanted to save some face, but they were even more afraid of death.
Moreover, even if they were not afraid of death, they had to consider the consequences of angering Gao Zhengyang.
Given Gao Zhengyang's current state, if he was angered, he would definitely flatten the Lion Camel Mountain.
The ten thousand years of inheritance of the Lion Race might very well be severed.
They could not destroy the Lion Camel Mountain because of personal feelings. The few elders had used this reason to convince themselves.
Just as Gao Zhengyang was about to lose his patience, the few Elders knelt together and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes.
In the Lion King Temple, Shi Qingqing and Shi Changqing looked at the water mirror with reddened eyes.
From Shi Xun to the few Elders, they represented the upper echelons of the Lion Race.
As an upper-level barbarian race, the Lion Race had always been extremely proud. For the past ten thousand years, there had been many experts, and the Lion Race was famous for their strength.
Unexpectedly, in the sacred land of the Lion Race, the upper echelons of the Lion Race had collectively knelt and admitted defeat.
Young people like Shi Qingqing and Shi Changqing had always been proud of their status as a Lion Race.
Seeing this humiliating scene, their hearts were filled with anger and pain, unable to control themselves.
To them, it was more glorious for Shi Xun and the rest to die in battle than to kneel and surrender like this.
But no matter what Shi Qingqing and the rest thought, their meager strength was unable to affect the overall situation.
They could only look at the water mirror helplessly, allowing the humiliation and tears to blur their eyes.
It was only at this moment that Shi Changqing and Shi Qingqing deeply understood what it meant to be an expert, what it meant to be powerful.
In the face of powerful strength, etiquette, rules, and dignity were all dust.
That domineering golden-armored, blood-red cloaked figure had also deeply imprinted his strength and arrogance in their hearts.
"This is not enough …"
The Gao Zhengyang in the water mirror said indifferently, "If you want to surrender, you have to show your sincerity."
How could it be so easy in this world to attack and kill together, and then kneel and admit their mistakes when they failed?
Shi Xun's body trembled slightly. He had put on such a humble attitude because he wanted to flatter Gao Zhengyang and give him enough face so that he could forget about this matter.
However, Gao Zhengyang was more experienced, more ruthless, and more domineering than he thought.
Shi Xun suddenly felt that the night wind of early summer was very cold, as though it penetrated his bones and froze his entire body.
He wanted to squeeze out a smile, but his stiff face could not smile no matter how hard he tried.
After thinking for a moment, Shi Xun said, "I am willing to swear on behalf of the Lion Race that I will never be your enemy."
"What's the point of saying more about such an oath?"
Gao Zhengyang said indifferently, "I am stronger than all of you, so I am naturally not afraid of you. You are stronger than me, so why would you abide by any oath? "
Shi Xun and the other Lion Clan elders were all silent.
Gao Zhengyang was right. When they were strong enough, they would definitely find all sorts of reasons to take revenge on Gao Zhengyang and wash away this great humiliation.
"Then what do you want?" As the patriarch, Shi Xun could not play dumb and asked helplessly.
"I heard that your Lion Race has an ancestral divine artifact, Heavenly Lion Claw. I want it."
Gao Zhengyang said casually.
"That's impossible!"
Shi Xun's withered old face twisted as he shouted in excitement.
Heavenly Lion Claw was a divine artifact left behind by the Lion King ten thousand years ago. It had the terrifying power to tear everything apart.
In the past few thousand years, no one in the Lion Race could wield the Heavenly Lion Claw as they wished. This divine artifact was placed in the Lion King Temple as the clan's divine artifact.
When he suffered a setback in battle, Shi Xun had thought of using the Heavenly Lion Claw. However, he was old and weak. Even if he wore the Heavenly Lion Claw, it would be difficult for him to control it.
Gao Zhengyang could even easily destroy the Heavenly Lion Formation, so what use was the Heavenly Lion Claw?
How could such an important clan's divine artifact be given to an outsider!
Shi Xun would rather die a hundred times than hand over the Heavenly Lion Claw.
The other elders of the Lion Tribe were also enraged. From the looks of it, it seemed like they could attack again at any time.
"I'm not negotiating with you. You don't have the qualifications to negotiate. "
Gao Zhengyang said coldly: "I want the Heavenly Lion Claw right now."
Shi Xun knelt at Gao Zhengyang's feet, his broad shoulders trembling. He clenched his fists tightly. He really wanted to fight to the death with Gao Zhengyang.
It was easy to fight to the death, but who would bear the fate of millions of Lion Race members? Hand it over to Gao Zhengyang?
No matter how powerful a divine artifact was, it was still an external object. As long as the Lion Race had an expert rise, the Heavenly Lion Claw could be taken back.
Shi Xun pondered for a long time, but in the end, he could only bow his head and obey.
"I am willing to offer the Heavenly Lion Claw to you."
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