Let Me Fight…

One of the elders with a long sharp nose spoke with a hint of disdain in his voice, "Yes, Head Elder, this Demon Sword Tribe is nothing but a decline tribe of our ocean demon fief, if not for old duke's kindness they would be long turn into history." 

The second elder, with a bony face, said with a sarcastic smile, "I never thought someone from Demon Sword Tribe would dare to strive for a noble demon title, and I'm curious about this youngster who's willing to give him such a chance. I wonder if he was beguiled by him." 

Ace impassively looked at both ocean demon elders. Truth be told, he felt nothing when they denigrate Feng or his tribe because they were telling the truth, even though they were exaggerating some parts. 

He knew the ocean demon tribe has suppressed the demon sword tribe for generations, and they all have a very good understanding of their strength, so looking down on Feng was absolutely normal for them.