This question completely baffled the group of dog-headed creatures, to be honest, they too had no idea if their ancestors were screwers of dogs or screw-ees by dogs.

"Sir, we really don't know." The dog-headed creatures continued kowtowing while begging for mercy.

"Damn, if you don't even know this, then what's the point of you living?" Zhang Menglong said as his eyes began to glow red.

"S-s-s-sir, please ask another question, we truly don't know this one." If their ancestors were still around, these dog-headed creatures would have grabbed them for a good interrogation about who did this wonderful deed.

"Alright then, I'll change it." Zhang Menglong signaled Kong Lan to take out the scale, "Do you know which race this belongs to?"

"Uh, this..." The dog-headed creatures glanced at one another. This scale exuded a noble aura; in the entire Demon Beast Dynasty, such a creature must be of the highest order. How could these small tribes living on the dynasty's fringes possibly know anything?

"You don't know?" Zhang Menglong's eyes began to shine again, "Then keeping you is of no use to me."

"Sir! Give us one last chance!" The dog-headed creatures cried bitterly, "If we can't answer this time, we're willing to accept death!"

Zhang Menglong tidied his hair a bit, "Then tell me, am I handsome?"

Their eyes lit up, thinking how kind and generous this gentleman was for giving them a chance; such a simple question didn't even need any thought!

"Sir, your might is unparalleled, your handsomeness defies the heavens!"

"Yes, yes, if your handsomeness isn't first in the Demon Beast Dynasty, no one can claim first place!"

"Sir..."

The dog-headed creatures were still showering praises, but a red light swept across, swallowing them up. They died not knowing what they said wrong.

Zhang Menglong shook his head and sighed, "You knew what you shouldn't, couldn't keep you around!"

In truth, Zhang Menglong simply didn't want them going back to their tribe and returning to cause trouble later.

"Let's go, let's check on those Split-tail Foxes." Zhang Menglong led Kong Lan towards the flower-faced Split-tail Foxes, about forty or fifty of them, among which seventy to eighty percent were females, and the rest were strikingly handsome males.

"If they formed a boy band or girl band, they'd absolutely take the world by storm, simply born to entertain," Zhang Menglong mused, lamenting that they were not born in the right place; on the Haotian Continent, such looks meant danger.

Seeing Zhang Menglong and Kong Lan approach, the Split-tail Foxes huddled together, shivering. They had just witnessed those ferocious dog-headed creatures being instantly killed by Zhang Menglong's mere gaze. His brutality surpassed theirs significantly.

As for Kong Lan, though more fearsome, he might belong to a more terrifyingly powerful race, and they were truly out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"These young sisters are rather cute," Zhang Menglong felt playful seeing the Split-tail Foxes.

"These bastards dared to capture my prey on my territory, utterly reckless," Zhang Menglong scanned them one by one, "Now you're all my prey, anyone not obedient will be the first I eat!"

The Split-tail Foxes turned pale with fright, and some timid ones began crying pitifully.

"Brother Zhang, stop scaring them, they're already like this, too pitiful." Kong Lan, though fierce-looking, was a big softie.

"Alright, fine, let's stop," Zhang Menglong waved his hand, "Just return to where you came from, and don't let these dog-headed creatures catch you again; next time, you won't be so lucky to run into someone as awesome as me again."

"Sir, you're not going to eat us?" a Split-tail Fox girl mustered courage to ask cautiously.

"Are you tastier than milk tea or more delicious than crab pot?" Zhang Menglong was speechless, "You barely have enough meat to stuff between my teeth, I only helped because you looked pitiful, now hurry back!"

Hearing Zhang Menglong's words, the Split-tail Foxes cried tears of joy, initially thinking they were doomed, only to be saved by an unexpected hero. Even Zhang Menglong's previously fierce demeanor became awe-inspiring in their eyes.

It must be said, when the perspective changes, everything changes too.

"Thank you, sir!" the Split-tail Fox girl repeatedly expressed gratitude.

They helped each other up, but already injured and traumatized, upon being relieved, were overwhelmed by exhaustion and pain.

"Oh fine, might as well help to the end, go the whole way." Zhang Menglong couldn't just leave them like that; most of the Split-tail Foxes only had flesh wounds, at most some bone injuries, nothing too problematic.

"What's your name?" Zhang Menglong asked the Split-tail Fox girl.

"Sir, my name is Xian." The girl blinked her big Caylin eyes, looking at Zhang Menglong with admiration.

"Distribute these to your tribespeople; they'll help heal their injuries." Zhang Menglong handed her a bottle of elixirs.

The girl's face lit up with surprise, having heard that among humans there were people called Alchemists who could concoct miraculous potions, some even reviving the dead. Presumably, this was the work of such Alchemists.

Obtaining such items from among humans, the skills of this gentleman seemed heaven-defying.

She quickly distributed the elixirs to her tribespeople, and soon the injured Split-tail Foxes were nearly fine, save for some hunger and weakness.

"Kong Lan, how about we have a meal here today!" Zhang Menglong suggested.

"Fine by me!" During this time, Kong Lan had enjoyed many good meals thanks to Zhang Menglong; dining times were his happiest moments each day.

"Today, I'll make crab pot for you; nowhere else can you taste it!" Zhang Menglong took out a pot, deftly prepared the ingredients, ignited a big fire, poured in the sauce, and the aroma spread instantly.

The Split-tail Foxes pricked up their noses; the gentleman just said this crab pot was far tastier than them, and it was no exaggeration; everyone started to drool immediately.

"Sir, could we have some of that food?" Xian asked cautiously, feeling she might be overstepping. After all, the gentleman had saved them, given them elixirs, and now this.

"We eat very little, just a tiny bit..." Xian's voice trailed off, barely audible even to herself.

"Hmm!" But to her surprise, Zhang Menglong handed her half the pot, the crab meat and chicken feet were premium ingredients containing nourishment enough to fill them with just a small amount.

"Thank you, sir!" Xian quickly distributed the crab pot to her tribespeople, sipping just a little soup herself, and continued watching others drooling.

"This little girl is quite kind," Zhang Menglong approached and handed her his bowl, "You must be starving, have some."

Xian hesitated briefly and then began gobbling up; ever since being captured by the dog-headed creatures, she had only had a bit of water, having not eaten for days.

"Burp~" Xian burped, looking at Zhang Menglong apologetically, feeling somewhat ungraceful.

"Sir, could you show me what you took out earlier?"

"What, do you recognize it?" Kong Lan immediately took out the scale his father had left behind.

Xian examined the scale closely, yet still shook her head, "I don't recognize it, how about I take you to my tribe, my sister is very knowledgeable, maybe she knows!"