The Second Generation Great Emperor of the Celestial Race said, "Ancient Sacred Body, I have a way to help you easily get rid of sixty or seventy saints—the Celestial Race's saints. As long as you spare me, I'll tell you."
Jiang Ping'an was secretly delighted and asked, "What way?"
If he could easily eliminate sixty or seventy Celestial Race saints, the overall strength of the Human Race and the Celestial Race would swiftly be brought level. He would no longer have to remain stationed in Great An Kingdom and the Eastern Wilderness every day, unable to leave even for a moment.
The Second Generation Great Emperor of the Celestial Race set a condition. "You have to promise to spare me."
"It's impossible for me to spare you." Jiang Ping'an did not yield in the slightest. Then he said, "So the sixty or seventy Celestial Race saints you meant are those who have undergone the Great Black Heaven Ritual."
The Second Generation Great Emperor of the Celestial Race was horrified. Jiang Ping'an truly knew what he was thinking.
He hurriedly suppressed his thoughts, refusing to let that method surface in his mind.
Jiang Ping'an sneered. "Your Celestial Race is really something. Fifty or sixty saints actually ate children of their own race. You're rotten to the core. No wonder the Celestial Race has ruled the Great Barrens for tens of thousands of years and still has such a small population."
The Second Generation Great Emperor of the Celestial Race argued, "The Great Dao is heartless, Heaven and Earth are unkind, treating all living things as straw dogs..."
Slap!
Jiang Ping'an casually struck the Second Generation Great Emperor of the Celestial Race, sending him flying.
"I don't want to hear any excuses," Jiang Ping'an said coldly.
The next moment, the Second Generation