"The human race has wiped out one Ancient Clan after another. Are you really just going to stand by and let him continue, intimidating all the races?"
"Then what do you want to do? None of the Primordial Royal Clans possessing imperial weapons has spoken up. On that day, the Golden Celestial Maiden from the Golden Cave even personally went to apologize on behalf of the Silver Race. There must be something here that we don't know."
"Exactly, exactly. The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. The strongest people here are no more than Saint Kings. Who has complete confidence that they can withstand that human powerhouse? If they die and their clans are wiped out with them, is it worth it for a mere false reputation?"
"But you're willing to endure the former livestock climbing onto our heads and wantonly wiping out the races to intimidate us? Do you really think that can be tolerated?"
"What 'all the races'? Stop spouting that nonsense. The Primordial Races are merely a collective term. There has never been any such thing as all the races being one."
"Exactly! Even if there were such a saying, if I remember correctly, the human race is one of the myriad races too, isn't it?"
"That's right! According to the oldest records, the human race once possessed two imperial-level mother scriptures. Although no imperial weapons appeared, if several imperial clans from the past hadn't joined forces to suppress them, they would have been a major imperial clan—one that produced two Ancient Emperors at that."
Just as the Blood Spirit Race was destroyed, the most powerful Ancient Royal Clans throughout the Northern Region were terrified to the extreme. Saintly thoughts intertwined in the void as they conversed, and the countless disputes were far more