Dragon King Medical Son-in-law

"The chief of the Holy Tribe?" Jiang Chen slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Yingwei's hair: "To be honest, you, the chief of the Holy Tribe, are not even an ant in my eyes."

Shen Yingwei was furious: "You..."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and asked murderously, "Do you believe that I can wipe out your entire Saint Hero clan in a snap of my fingers, and even leave not a single soul of yours?"

Looking at Jiang Chen's cold eyes, the originally stubborn Shen Yingwei suddenly felt a fear from the soul.

This look is so scary.

He had never experienced this feeling before.

He is not afraid of death. It can be said that under the influence of the clan rules of the Mahatma tribe that respect the strong and force, there has never been a warrior who is afraid of death.

But now facing Jiang Chen, it seems that it is not as simple as death, but that even the courage to fight to the death is gradually disappearing.

Seeing that Shen Yingwei finally showed a panic expression, Jiang Chen snorted coldly and let go of his hair.

Standing up, Jiang Chen said word by word: "The reason why you are still lying here is not because of your identity as the patriarch of the Holy Xiong tribe, nor because you were once the leader of the Holy Church, but because of one person."

Shen Yingwei slowly clenched his fists: "Who?"

"Lord Shen Yuan." Jiang Chen glanced at him from the side, looking down at him. "He is the first senior who has truly humbled himself and made friends with me since I entered the Tai Chi world."

"He is also the benefactor who supported me, stood by me, and saved my life at all costs during the countless bloody storms in the Tai Chi world."

After hearing this, Shen Yingwei clenched his fists even tighter.

He knew that the so-called Shen Yuanjun was the rebellious son whom he had not yet forgiven, Shen Zhengxiong.

But he never imagined that one day he would have to rely on the relationship with this rebellious son in order to survive and preserve the entire Mahatma clan.

This completely shattered his extremely arrogant and face-saving ideas, which regarded dignity and face as supreme.

Rely on your son, rely on your rebellious son!

But it was precisely because of this rebellious son that the Mahatma clan fell to such a state, and it was also because of this rebellious son that he suffered the humiliation he has now.

"Shen Yingwei, you can refuse to obey, or you can die to preserve your so-called dignity and face that does not exist at all." Jiang Chen said word by word: "But the fate of your Shengxiong clan cannot be decided by you."

Shen Yingwei bared his teeth angrily: "What do you want?"

"That depends on you." Jiang Chen spread his hands: "What do you want?"

The Divine Guard trembled fiercely: "I, I originally thought that you invited me here because you are broad-minded and can give my Saint Hero family a place to live, but I never thought..."

"You're still stubborn." Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly.

Shen Yingwei: "You..."

"You still don't understand the meaning of what I just said to you." Jiang Chen stared at Shen Yingwei: "The reason why my brothers can live and die with me is not because of my strength, nor because I have used any conspiracy against them, but because we treat each other with sincerity and share the same fate."

"On the other hand, you have treated the Shengxiong clan you lead as the private property of your Shenyingwei family. You even regard them all as your slaves. You alone can represent them all and decide their life and death."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen sighed softly, "You always believe that the Shengxiong Clan has fallen to this day because your son, Shen Yuanjun, colluded with the Taoist Taihuan Saint Lord and secretly arranged a marriage with you, bringing shame to you in the Holy Church and making it impossible for you to stay there."

"But you never thought that it was because of your own willfulness that you insisted on leading the Mahavira to leave the Holy Church that you ended up like this."

Jiang Chen crossed his arms and sighed again.

"Lin Xiao and Holy Spirit Patriarch went to invite you personally, but you forcefully blasted them out. You have never considered the hopes and future of the hundreds of millions of disciples of the Holy Male Clan. You only care about your own face and dignity."

"A clan leader like you is not even qualified to be a small sect leader in the former Taiji world, so what qualifications do you have to bully my master and the Holy Spirit Sect Leader?"

Jiang Chen's sudden words left the suppressed Shenyingwei speechless. Although he was extremely unwilling to accept it, he really did not have any strength to resist now.

"Forget it, no one can convince an old stubborn person like you." Jiang Chen waved his hand at the Divine Hero Guard and said in a deep voice: "But you can die, and the Holy Male Tribe must stay, because they have the right to live, and they can live a better life."

Hearing this, Shen Yingwei gritted his teeth and roared while trembling all over.

"You are not qualified to lead them. They will not listen to you, absolutely not."

"I have no interest in the Mahatma tribe." Jiang Chen said calmly, "But just because I have no interest doesn't mean my best friend has no interest. After all, the Mahatma tribe is his native tribe."

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yingwei was struck by lightning and almost roared.

"You, you want to hand over my Saintly Tribe to that rebellious son. You, you simply..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Chen snapped his fingers and a ray of purple-gold light hit the Shenying Guard.

Following a scream from the Divine Hero Guard, the mighty Holy Claw in his body immediately flew into Jiang Chen's hands.

The Divine Guard said angrily: "You, Jiang Chen, you are simply..."

"You are not worthy of possessing the treasure of the Shengxiong Clan." Jiang Chen played with the claws in his hand and said word by word: "I will keep it for the time being. When the time comes, I will personally hand it over to your son, Shen Yuanjun, in front of you."

"From now on, you are no longer the chief of the Mahatma tribe, but just a servant beside me."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen shot another beam of purple-gold light at the Divine Warrior, unexpectedly taking away the true essence in his body.