"...What right does the Myriad Heavens Race have to order the other races around?"
As soon as these words were spoken,
the entire Radiant God Domain fell silent.
A group of Supreme Gods all assumed an expression of eager anticipation.
Many more Supreme Gods had a look in their God Eyes that said, Here we go again.
The open and covert struggles among this plane's major and powerful races had continued for over a hundred thousand years.
Thus, this sort of scene played out at nearly every Council of Gods. Everyone had long since grown accustomed to it.
At this moment,
the Banyan Emperor still appeared neither pleased nor angered. He merely glanced indifferently at the speaker.
To His Majesty,
this was an old acquaintance.
This person had extremely thick limbs, and his entire body was shrouded in a faint dark-red glow, making his features rather indistinct.
But he possessed a highly conspicuous trait—a ring of long golden whiskers around his neck.
Every golden whisker existed somewhere between illusion and reality, with golden light constantly flowing through it.
This ring of golden whiskers was the typical feature of the Lion Mane Race.
The Lion Mane Race was one of this plane's major races and had never gotten along particularly well with the Myriad Heavens Race.
And this Supreme God of the Lion Mane Race was the race's strongest expert, known as—the Lionheart Emperor.
At this time,
the Lionheart Emperor noticed the Banyan Emperor's gaze and said mockingly, "I did not speak falsely. Could it be that His Majesty, the Banyan Emperor wishes to warn me to shut up?"
He twisted "a glance" into "a warning." It was blatant slander.
He immediately gave his reasoning: "My race has obtained conclusive information. The strength of the 'Calamities' is directly related to their