In just a few short breaths, the entire force of the Ancient Demon Clan that had invaded the Sacred City of the Heavenly Hound Tribe was slain under Li Qing’s hand.
Not a single one remained alive.
The old patriarch of the Heavenly Hounds, upon witnessing this, immediately flew over to Li Qing.
His aged and hunched figure bowed deeply, tears streaming from his canine eyes as he said with gratitude,
“I am the old patriarch of the Heavenly Hound Tribe. I must thank Daoyou Wuji for your intervention. If not for you arriving in time, my tribe would surely have been wiped out at the hands of the Ancient Demons.”
“Daoyou Wuji, please accept my bow in respect!”
The patriarch did not hesitate and made a grand salute toward Li Qing.
Within the Sacred City, every remaining member of the Heavenly Hound Tribe quickly followed suit, kneeling down and kowtowing toward the towering figure in the sky.