Fang Chen looked at them and spoke slowly, his voice still cold. "You come when you please and leave when you please? Do you take Human Race territory for an inn?"
The four emperors' hearts tightened.
"Daoist Friend Fang Chen, what do you want?"
Radiant Sun spoke grimly, tightening his grip on the broken Golden War Spear. He was afraid, but if Fang Chen pushed them too far, they could only fight to the death.
Fang Chen swept his gaze across the four of them. "Leave something behind, or leave someone behind."
"What do you mean?" Blood Slayer frowned.
"It's simple."
Fang Chen's tone was flat, but it brooked no argument. "Each of you will leave me a wisp of your vital soul essence and swear an oath upon the Great Dao. From now on, you must never oppose the Human Race, the Demon Race, or me in any form. You must also grant me three reasonable requests within your power."
"Impossible!"
Star Whisper refused outright. A wisp of vital soul essence struck at the root of one's being, while an oath upon the Great Dao imposed a harsh constraint. They would be handing Fang Chen both leverage and a measure of their freedom.
"Leave something behind, or leave someone behind?"
At Fang Chen's nearly tyrannical demand, the four emperors' last shred of hope went out.
Radiant Sun drew a deep breath. The broken Golden War Spear in his hand erupted with blinding light as he roared, humiliation and fury straining his voice. "Fang Chen, don't push us too far! The God Race has endured for countless ages. How could we submit to this threat? Our vital soul essence? An oath upon the Great Dao? Never!"
He was a two-turn Immortal Emperor of the God Race, revered by all. When