The Great Saint of the Primordial Races stood high above the heavens, his words cold and merciless, brimming with killing intent, as though they could freeze the entire world.
He made no attempt to conceal his strength. His terrifying aura bore down on heaven and earth as he stared coldly at Jiang Taixu.
"During the Desolate Ancient Era, one Human Race Great Emperor after another emerged. They swept across heaven and earth, invincible beneath the heavens, and silenced even the Life Forbidden Zones.
From that moment on, the age of our Human Race had already begun.
Even the Primordial Races would be slain if they dared to act with impunity!" Jiang Taixu said gravely.
Countless people looked at him in astonishment. No one had expected Jiang Taixu to remain so forceful even when facing a Great Saint.
Could he not see the gulf between their strengths? Impossible!
With Jiang Taixu's strength, there was no way he could be unaware of the gulf between himself and a Great Saint.
Then why could he still be so forceful? Could Jiang Taixu have some trump card left?
At that moment, even the Primordial Races grew uncertain and suspicious.
"Hmph! Those Human Race Great Emperors you speak of are already a thing of the past. In this age, the Human Race has no Great Emperor, much less a completed sacred body.
But among our Primordial Ten Thousand Races, not only are there powerful figures who have yet to emerge, there are also supreme beings slumbering. Who beneath the heavens can stand against us?" the Great Saint of the Primordial Races said.
This was the source of the Primordial Races' confidence. Had this been the Desolate Ancient Era, they would naturally never have dared to be so brazen.
But the Great Emperors of the