"Well, isn't this lively?" Zhang Menglong walked into the beast city's bustling atmosphere, filled with festive cheer, as if the little beasts were busy celebrating the new year.

"Who are you?" Just as Zhang Menglong stepped through the fortress-like gate, a few beasts stopped him, saying, "Why have I never seen you before?"

"I'm the Cave Master from nearby. I heard your tribe's Lei Ta is getting married today, so I came to ask for a cup of celebratory wine!"

"Cave Master? Loose Cultivator, right?" The little beast immediately understood Zhang Menglong's background. Although this large tribe with muscular bellies was alone, leaving only small tribes, there were also some loners who occupied a mountain or a cave and declared themselves kings, not participating in other races' struggles.

Generally, the strength of these Loose Cultivators is exceptionally strong!

"No idea where this Loose Cultivator came from, dare to attend our king's wedding?"

"Look, attending a wedding empty-handed, obviously a pauper, probably here for free food!"

"Hahaha, how many people are trying to freeload today?"

The little beasts completely disregarded Zhang Menglong, thinking anyone could call themselves a Cave Master just by occupying a cave. Even though Zhang Menglong looked burly and powerful, he was still mocked mercilessly by those little beasts.

"You have no right to attend this wedding, scram!"

"Unless you're invited by our king, don't expect to get a free meal!"

The little beast said, rudely shoving Zhang Menglong away.

However, a strong hand directly grabbed the arm that intended to push him away, causing the little beast to show an expression of panic because he realized the immense power in this hand.

"You beast, think you can block this Demon Lord?" Zhang Menglong revealed a cold smile, lifting the little beast like a chick. A red glow shot from his scarlet eyes, piercing through the beast's skull.

As the beast died, Mystic Qi leaked, revealing its true form, which strangely resembled a sheep-like creature.

Witnessing this, the surrounding little beasts were dumbfounded. Killing without hesitation, who was this beast?

Zhang Menglong had heard from Kong Lan that the beast world was chaotic, without rules or laws. The strong were the law; it was a highly centralized society where power dictated everything.

If one wanted respect, they had to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, and powerful.

Seeing their reaction, Zhang Menglong knew he had intimidated them to some extent, but it wasn't enough to enter the beast tribe!

Black flames burst from the sheep-like beast's body, instantly burning the wool off. He spun around with the charred corpse, asking, "Anyone else want to stop me?"

"Hmm? Smells good!"

After the skin burned off, the roasted meat in his hand emitted a mouthwatering aroma, lacking the gamey taste of Earth's mutton, possessing a tempting, mouth-watering fragrance!

Zhang Menglong immediately grabbed a bottle of cumin, sprinkling it on the crispy roasted meat, tearing off a leg and eating it.

"Damn! So delicious, this tender meat is the best I've ever tasted!" Zhang Menglong murmured, wondering if the Demon King tasted just as good.

This scene dumbfounded the little beasts. Though beasts fought and ate each other, killing on the spot, then roasting and eating was an overly violent image, leaving a deep impression on them.

"Sir, please come in!" A little beast quickly welcomed him.

"What? I killed one of yours, and you're not arresting me?" Zhang Menglong sneered.

"How could we? That guy did not recognize the king's greatness; killing him was right," the little beast said. "You came in goodwill to celebrate, yet were treated poorly; even our king wouldn't spare such a fool!"

"You've broadened your horizons!" Zhang Menglong appreciatively patted his shoulder. "Join me someday! The remaining half of the roast is yours!"

"Thank you, sir, thank you! I'll report to the king that a distinguished guest has arrived!"

"No need," Zhang Menglong said. "I'm just here for a celebratory drink. Your king must be busy; no need to disturb him. I'll head straight to the wedding venue."

"Yes, I'll show you the way!"

The little beast led Zhang Menglong to the wedding scene and left. He went to a corner and took out the roasted leg. Their tribe usually ate raw or at most roasted; they'd never used so many seasonings. The cumin aroma was almost too much to resist.

He bit into it with an amazed expression, "This meat is so delicious!"

...

The wedding would start at night, and the sky was already dark. The scene was bustling, mostly tribe members, including Lei Ta's confidants and people from nearby small tribes.

Lei Ta had two purposes for inviting them: first, to announce the Split-tail Fox's Clan Leader was his, and secondly, to warn against resistance, urging them to merge with his tribe.

Zhang Menglong randomly found a seat, and the table was already set with food, so he started eating!

After a long wait, the wedding finally began!

Demon King Lei Ta, with malformed horns and a ring of brown mane around his neck, looked burly and matched Zhang Menglong's image of Zhang Fei.

He started with a meaningless speech, thanking everyone for attending.

Soon, the bride appeared in human bridal attire, her Qi sealed by Demon King Lei Ta, leaving her unable to resist.

Lei Ta even threatened her with his tribe's Split-tail Foxes, saying refusal meant their extermination!

Though tears of unwillingness fell from Qing Luo, she could only agree.

Feeling the lively wedding, Qing Luo felt no joy.

"If a heroic savior riding colorful clouds would rescue me now, how wonderful that'd be?" Qing Luo prayed in her heart.

But she knew in this land, Demon King Lei Ta was unrivaled; no one could save her from this plight.

"If someone can kill this damned Lei Ta, I'll marry them!" Qing Luo sighed, Lei Ta's disgusting face making her uncomfortable.

"The auspicious time has come, let the wedding begin!" A matchmaker-mole-faced little beast started organizing the ceremony.

Just as Lei Ta joyfully grabbed Qing Luo to commence the ceremony, a discordant voice arose from the audience.

Zhang Menglong didn't realize he sat near the wedding's center, barely ten meters from Lei Ta.

At this moment, he was roasting a pile of chicken wings over the fire.

"Grilled chicken wings, my favorite..." he sang while sprinkling pepper and cumin, oblivious to interrupting the wedding.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before," Lei Ta scowled, not wanting to kill on his happy day.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Where's this damn dog from, causing trouble at my wedding?"

"Damn dog? Just attending your wedding and eating should be an honor," Zhang Menglong's face darkened. "Who do you think you're calling a damn dog?"