The golden divine soul plainly had not expected Jared to unleash such a foul-mouthed ruffian. It froze for an instant, then thundered, “Insolence! I am an ancestor of the Barbaric Clan, how dare a demon lord like you profane me!”

“Ancestor?” Vermilion Demon Lord snorted and circled the soul once.

Suddenly jabbed a finger at a fissure in the armor and burst into laughter. “So that’s your grand legacy? Turns out the old sow from the neighboring beast race kicked you once and cracked your armor! Tsk tsk, how humiliating. When word gets out, how will your clan ever hold their heads high again?”

The divine soul’s golden light flared in fury, even the surrounding totems trembling. “Y-You… How do you know that?”

“Oh, I know plenty more!” Eyes bulging, Vermilion Demon Lord thrust his face close, demonic aura billowing. “With behavior like yours, you call yourself an ancestor? Believe it or not, I could take a leak and drown you right here!”

“W-Who in the world are you?” The ancestor of the Barbaric Clan stared at In growing dread.

“I am Vermilion Demon Lord,”  announced, drawing out each syllable.