"Humanity, wantonly slaughtering our Ancient Ancestral Kings—what an imposing display of power!"
Great Saint Kun Zhou spoke up. His appearance instantly tensed the atmosphere to the extreme. A Great Saint had arrived carrying an imperial weapon; this was clearly the rhythm of an all-out war!
"Kun Zhou!!!"
The Divine Silkworm Princess appeared outside Jade Lake, her blazing gaze fixed on this peerless Great Saint whose name had resounded throughout the Primordial Era.
"The Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations shook Heaven and Earth. I never thought you would actually have a day of resurrection."
Great Saint Kun Zhou looked at the Divine Silkworm Princess, his gaze exceptionally calm.
"Haha..."
The Divine Silkworm Princess suddenly threw her head back and laughed. Though her magnetic voice was as melodious as heavenly music, anyone could hear the fury within it. "Kun Zhou, you must be quite disappointed to see that I'm still alive!"
Great Saint Kun Zhou remained calm and merely said indifferently, "Not particularly disappointed. After all, this age is no longer the end of the Primordial Era."
The Divine Silkworm Princess glared at him and said coldly, "Why are you putting on airs? Do you really think you're some supreme emperor?"
Kun Zhou continued calmly, "I've come today for the great matters of the Ancient Race. The grudges between us can be settled another day. I advise you not to remain stubborn. Move aside!"
"The great matters of the Ancient Race? How laughable."
The Divine Silkworm Princess had no intention of showing Kun Zhou any respect. Her radiance surged as her peerless elegance erupted. She stepped forward, her imposing aura pressing upon all. "Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to represent the Primordial Races?
You have not attained Emperor-hood, and it is still far too early for you