Dijun's expression changed. Did this man have a death wish, or did he truly have the power to back up his words?
Why had he insulted Hongjun so openly, yet Hongjun had not struck back?
"Holy Mother, if you wish to enjoy the Human Race's fortune, I trust you know what to do from now on.
"If you expect to take it for nothing, remember that the Human Race will only grow more prosperous. The backlash from our fortune has already left you gravely wounded.
"When our fortune flourishes further, never mind keeping your place as a Saint—you'll be fighting to stay alive!"
At that point, Xuantian said something seemingly out of nowhere.
"If you want them back, compensate us!"
The Saints and great masters exchanged looks. Had this Martial Ancestor suffered such a blow that he had gone mad?
What followed proved them wrong. A calm voice rang out, shamelessly declaring, "Compensation? None!
"Those fellows made this mess. Keep them until you decide they've atoned for their sins, then set them free."
The voice came from the direction of the Witch Race's Pangu Hall, its tone practically saying, I'm going to be shameless. What are you going to do about it?
The great powers were curious and stunned. Even the Ancestral Witches were baffled. They were the ones who ruled the Witch Race. Since when had there been someone else lurking behind them?
"Sigh. The Human Race emerged late, and the great powers have already swept up nearly all the treasures.
"Give me the Witch Race's treasury. They can't use its contents anyway.
"I'll see how many people it can ransom!"
"You scoundrel. Take it!"
A ball of light appeared at the foot of Mount Buzhou and shot toward Mount Shouyang. Someone tried to intercept it along the way,