Li Tianming wasn't saying all this out of thin air!
Silver Dust had already sunk into the entire Neutron Star Ruins.
And White Night's soul seeds had already found those slave clans!
So, he understood them!
Added to that were the more than ten thousand Emanation-realm dragons under Long Qian. Li Tianming had never doubted their foundations.
"They've only been crushed too miserably, too thoroughly. Too many have forgotten how to resist, forgotten that they still have the strength to fight!" Li Tianming said.
"Jiang Linxi and the others always threatened millions of lives at every turn, so I subconsciously thought they'd be easy to deal with..." Li Qingyu murmured.
"Yeah! There's no helping it! It's been far, far too long. No soul-stirring figure ever stood forward. Small-scale resistance would quickly be snuffed out, making people despair and feel the terror of the suppressive force. But actually... once several million Xu-realm cultivators formed a fighting force, how could they possibly be so easy to kill?" Li Tianming said gravely.
They simply had never been given the chance!
The Eight Gods' repeated brainwashing had driven these Yanhuang descendants into deep inferiority, making them deny themselves!
Even Long Qian and those Emanation-realm dragons weren't very confident. They still believed their talents were poor, that they couldn't compare to the geniuses of the three great sects.
Coming up with the name "dragon clan" had already been the greatest confidence they could muster.
But were they really so inferior?
"Each and every one of them serves as slaves here, with resources so abysmal they practically have none, yet they've nearly formed a force comparable to a sect! How could they possibly be weak?"
Li Tianming came from the Lower Star Ruins, so he saw it more clearly!
"Even with the shackles of the Heavenly