World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1104: Rules of Honor in Barbaric Skirmish: Lanling’s Time to Shine!_2

Chapter 1104: Rules of Honor in Barbaric Skirmish: Lanling’s Time to Shine!_2

She sang and danced again, captivating the hearts of every soldier, their eyes filled with admiration as they gazed at her.

Meanwhile, Du Yan, Juqiu, and Yanggu stared at each other fiercely, much like lions competing over a mate. All three of them regarded Nini’an as a Forbidden Delicacy.

This chieftain’s daughter, seemingly reveling in the spotlight, sang and danced tirelessly as though she did not know fatigue.

"Where’s Du Yan?" Constantine suddenly shouted.

Du Yan stood, his expression composed, but his face couldn’t conceal the flush of excitement.

"Come over here." Chief Constantine beckoned.

Du Yan stepped forward immediately.

Constantine poured a full cup of wine and handed it to him, saying, "A brave warrior—drink this fine wine and bring me more victories."

Du Yan took the wine, trembling with exhilaration, knelt on one knee, and declared, "I pledge my life to serve the chieftain!"

After drinking the wine, Du Yan intended to leave, but Chief Constantine patted the beast-hide chair next to him and said, "Come, sit by my side."

The entire assembly was stunned at once.

Could it be? The chieftain truly holds Du Yan in great esteem?

Juqiu and Yanggu’s faces darkened significantly. Neither their martial skills nor their looks could compare to Du Yan; their only advantage was their status—one being the nephew of the chieftain’s wife, the other the son of a tribal elder.

But now the chieftain’s favoritism toward Du Yan stripped them of even this edge.

Many secretly speculated in their hearts: was the chieftain planning to marry his daughter to Du Yan? That would indeed exalt him beyond measure!

Constantine smiled at Suo Mo and said, "My old friend Suo Mo, you’re truly remarkable, to have raised such an exceptional adopted son. The Foreign Tribe Army now has a successor."

Then he loudly announced, "I said this before—during this campaign, whichever young hero achieves the greatest victory will earn my daughter Nini’an’s hand in marriage. I will not go back on this promise!"

One must admit, Constantine’s tactics were skillful, one layer of maneuver after another.

With his public endorsement of Du Yan inheriting the Foreign Tribe Army, seeing the chieftain’s warm treatment of Du Yan filled many brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army with hopeful dreams.

Once Du Yan wed the chieftain’s prized daughter, perhaps their tribe’s status would soar alongside his.

Du Yan felt light-headed, brimming with glory and happiness.

Earlier, his adoptive father had even claimed the chieftain disliked him associating with Nini’an. But now, it was clear that Suo Mo had lied; he was merely jealous!

Du Yan’s mind gave rise to a thought.

Suo Mo was jealous, jealous that Du Yan’s standing in the chieftain’s eyes had surpassed his own, and jealous that Du Yan would replace him as leader of the Foreign Tribe Army.

Then Constantine shouted loudly, "Suo Mo, my old friend, I hear your nephew has come to pledge allegiance. With your talent and character, your kin must be just as exceptional—let us take a look!"

Suo Mo’s face shifted, then he replied, "Lanling, come forth to greet the tribal leaders!"

Lanling stood and walked into view.

Constantine’s gaze settled on Lanling’s face, and he exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautiful little face! My Nini’an, I fear your title as the tribe’s most stunning beauty might be in jeopardy."

At this remark, the crowd erupted into raucous laughter!

Constantine’s implied meaning couldn’t be clearer—Lanling was nothing more than a delicate pretty boy, frail and effeminate.

Then Constantine added, "Brother Suo Mo, I hear this nephew of yours has only recently undergone weight training, having never faced blades or battle. That won’t do, as the battlefield is unforgiving. You shouldn’t have allowed him to come."

Nearly every sentence Constantine spoke sought to undermine Lanling.

Understanding the chieftain’s intent, the tribal elders present began to mock and humiliate Lanling relentlessly.

"Suo Mo, you’d better keep this nephew hidden away, lest someday he’s found out in the wild with a rear end worse for wear—more stretched out than his own mouth."

"Who’s to say his backside isn’t already worse off than his mouth? Look at his fair complexion; you can imagine how tender his rear must be. Traveling such countless miles to the Chimera Tribe, surely over a hundred tribes have taken their turn with him on the way."

"Chieftain, I think this war may not even be necessary. Just offer that pretty boy’s rear to the Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe—if he enjoys it enough, he might hand us the Falling Horse Mountain Range himself."

The humiliation and trampling by the Barbarian Tribe seemed utterly boundless.

By elevating Du Yan while degrading Lanling so viciously, Constantine ensured that all Foreign Tribe Army brothers would instinctively rally behind someone deemed strong and respected, not a dainty pretty boy who sold his dignity.

Constantine’s insidious aim was to firmly associate Lanling with the image of a degraded pretty boy who traded flesh. No matter how blatant the lies were, they’d become impossible to wash away.

Suo Mo’s temple throbbed with anger, and he felt deeply let down by his adopted son, Du Yan.

Du Yan, you’re my adopted child, and Lanling is your brother—a fellow member of the Foreign Tribe Army.

When everyone mocked and trampled Lanling, not only did you fail to stand up for him, but you joined in the laughter?

Indeed, Du Yan followed suit and laughed, feeling immense satisfaction as others ridiculed Lanling.

He despised Lanling!

Not merely because Lanling sought to compete for leadership of the Foreign Tribe Army but also due to Dina’s closeness to Lanling.

Though he was set on marrying Nini’an, Du Yan had always regarded Dina as his own Forbidden Delicacy. Their past engagement meant she was Du Yan’s woman.

Yet now, Dina had grown so intimate with Lanling?

Even worse, Nini’an repeatedly mentioned Lanling in front of him, praising those enchanting eyes and that remarkable face.