A moment later, a fiend had black scales appeared. He came in human form and he had a very handsome face.
"His scales are black... Phew!" Darren let out a sigh of relief. He knew the first fiend ancestor had the blood-red scales. He also possessed a more formidable aura.
As long as it wasn't the first fiend ancestor, Darren didn't need to worry about it so much. He still had the chance to escape.
"General!"
The crowd kowtowed.
The general did not move. Instead, he stared at Darren with cold, piercing eyes.
"Kneel down," said Darren coldly. Darren showed no fear. He put on a brave face and faced the general.
"Grargh!"
The general was furious. "Who do you think you are? How dare you ask me to kneel?"
"Kneel! Down!" Darren shouted. He emphasized each word, releasing an aura of pure demonic internal force.
"Well..."
The general retreated a few steps backwards and the ground beneath him began to collapse.
His lips began to tremble.
He was made from half a streak of the first fiend ancestor's blood aura and his status surpassed those of all the other fiends. However, the aura that emanated from the young man in front of him was clearly from the blood essence of the first fiend ancestor. This gave the young man a higher status.
However, what Darren was showing now was only the purer fiendish aura. The general did sense that Darren was not as strong as he was. This confused him.
After struggling to decide for a while, the general gritted his teeth. He did not kneel down.
"Since you are the direct descendant of the master, you do not need to kneel down."
Darren knew that things were not right. If he forced him to kneel down, the fiend general might rebel.
Hearing this, the fiend general relaxed. He put a hand on his chest and gave a small bow towards Darren.
Darren's identity was confirmed after the general showed respect towards him.
"Wait here and don't come in," Darren ordered. He walked towards the cave.
Outside, the other lower-level fiends dared not move. The general, however, disregarded Darren's order. He followed Darren into the cave.
"General, that master said we are not allowed to go in," a fiend reminded him cautiously.
Bang!
The general shot off the fiend's head. With one last withering look, he strode into the cave.
Following the dragon ancestor's guidance, Darren found himself inside a secret room.
"Where is it?"
At the center of the secret room should have been a piece of golden dragon's scale. However, it was nowhere to be found.
"It must have been taken away by the first fiend ancestor," Darren said.
"Damn it! Damn him! How dare he steal my treasure!" The dragon ancestor was very angry.
"The dragon race and the fiends are natural enemies. What can the first fiend ancestor do with the scale?" Darren muttered, paying little attention to the dragon ancestor.
Bang!
The door of the secret room suddenly burst open.
"What are you doing here?"
Darren yelled, seeing that the general had followed him inside.
"I'm here to protect you, your grace,"
the fiend said.
"I've taken orders from the master to go to this place. I don't need your protection. If you dare to disobey me again, I will kill you," Darren said coldly.
The general, however, didn't care.
"Master, when did you come into this world?"
Instead of retreating, the general decided to interrogate Darren.
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