The Might of Suppression!

This was the bearing the Human Race ought to possess!

We were born favored by destiny, the protagonists of heaven and earth toward whom Myriad Spirits turned. Why should we live at others' mercy and bow our heads in submission?

If the Heavenly Court sincerely wished to aid us, the Human Race would naturally treat it with respect;

But if it waved the banner of "protection" while truly seeking to devour our destiny—

Then it could not blame the Human Race for turning its face and refusing to honor past accounts!

The sages of old knew perfectly well that the "grace" spoken of by those divine generals was nothing more than a hook coated in honey;

A thousand years ago, the upper ranks of the Human Race had already seen through its true nature.

It was only that their wings had not yet fully grown and the greater situation remained unsettled, leaving them no choice but to lie low for the time being.

Now, the time had come. The dragon blade left its sheath, its edge fully revealed—

The Human Race would yield no more;

The mantle of rightful rule over the Three Realms—we would seize it with our own hands!

"This battle truly makes one hold one's head high! The Heavenly Court's arrogant, untouchable airs were smashed to pieces on the spot—next, it is time for our Human Race to bare its fangs and launch a full counterattack!"

Standing at the head of the Human Race's Three Ancestors, the Suiren clan was the first to speak, his voice ringing like gold and stone striking the ground.

His eyes burned brightly, his cheeks flushed red, and with every rise and fall of his chest, it seemed as though blazing fire surged within him. Even his cuffs swelled faintly from the