No One Can Out-Compete

"You Shadow Race are going a bit too far!"

Chief Nika said, somewhat displeased, "You want no payment, you even bring your own spiritual materials, and you send out powerful experts to help condition their muscles, bones, and bodies with energy. You know we have five hundred thousand servants here in the Great Flame Empire helping look after the children, so are you trying to squeeze out our Black Tiger Race?"

"Exactly! When someone offers help for no reason, he's either treacherous or thieving. High Priest, Deputy General Presidents, you mustn't believe him. Who knows whether the Shadow Race has some plot to control the children of the Great Flame Empire?"

"What one-on-one care from secondary experts? Powerful experts conditioning their muscles and bones? It just sounds nice. For all we know, any random member of our Black Tiger Race could count as a powerful expert among your Shadow Race."

The gathered higher-ups of the Black Tiger Race also began speaking coldly.

A gleam flashed through Swamp Crocodile's long, narrow triangular eyes.

This Shadow Race, competing to this extent—what a formidable rival for favor!

The High Priest and the Deputy General Presidents, however, were secretly delighted.

The Shadow Race was skilled in concealment techniques and had no shortage of abilities to hide aura and cultivation level, so Chief Nika and the Black Tiger Race higher-ups could not judge the Shadow Kings' strength from their auras at all.

But the High Priest and the Deputy General Presidents knew very well just how powerful these seven Shadow Kings and the Shadow Race were.

What worried them most was that the Shadow Race might be too strong, too proud and unruly, and difficult to deal with.

In the end, the seven Shadow Kings' attitude was absurdly good—hundreds, even thousands of times more respectful