Thousand-Headed Beast God's expression suddenly turned grave. He had never seen Aurora Great Sage, Great Sage Qiong Shui, or Divine Mountain, but judging from the aura radiating from the three of them, their bloodlines were nobler than those of the Celestial Race and Demon God Race—perhaps even nobler than his own. Yet all three had lost their lives.
"Are these ancient god corpses you found specifically to study elemental assimilation? Interesting," Thousand-Headed Beast God said with a cold sneer.
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lu Yang's mouth. "Your Beast God Race has always been so arrogant, always looking down on us humans. I hope you keep it that way."
Thousand-Headed Beast God said arrogantly, "Do lowly races like yours, born without any cultivation talent and reliant on stealing the bloodlines of other races, deserve my respect?"
"Still better than monsters like you who plunder the lives of other races," Lu Yang said. "You create your kin by draining the lives of other races, and you have the nerve to say that?"
Thousand-Headed Beast God paid no attention to Lu Yang's disdain and said smugly, "The strong slaughter the weak, and the weak are food for the strong. That is the law by which this world operates. There are only a few pieces of trash here, right? Become food for my race."
The reason Thousand-Headed Beast God had wasted a few words on Lu Yang was to assess the situation around him. Once he discovered that there were only Lu Yang, Void God King, Malthus, Purple Sun God King, the Grand Prince, and three of Lu Yang's clones—and that the space here was vast enough for him to use his secret technique—he no longer wanted to waste time.
"Then prepare to become food for my race," Lu