Before the very eyes of the Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, whose terrifying auras wielded chains of Lightning Order amid countless thunder runes, the lightning Rune Edict unleashed by Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch, the Thunder God General, was snuffed out between the Youth in Green Robes' two fingers.
"Fellow Daoist, are you simply weak?"
"Or is your status actually quite low, and you spoke first only because you hold a position similar to that of a herald?"
Jiang Ding looked at the million Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals beyond the world and asked earnestly.
He believed that communication had always been an indispensable act in exchanges between civilizations. Both sides should lay their cards on the table. If one side truly possessed overwhelming strength and the disparity was too vast, the other side naturally needed to yield and avoid pointless conflict.
Run when it was time to run, surrender when it was time to surrender. If one deserved death, then die. The weak had to accept their fate, lest they implicate others and cause countless deaths and injuries.
After all, they were all human.
Though these people were extraordinarily arrogant, treating Lower Realm cultivators as ants and casually seeking to kill or enslave them, they still needed humanity to rule the land. Compared with alien races like the Horned Demon Tribe, there were still lines they would not cross. There was still room for communication.
These almost sincere words instantly turned the Thunder God General's face livid, rage blazing in his chest.
"Brat, you are courting death!"
Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch gave a low shout, his killing intent icy cold.
With a turn of his hand, a warped, flickering lightning divine spear appeared. Clearly a magic treasure, yet it twisted incessantly like a living creature, bursting with boundless radiance as