Crisis Returns

"Patriarch! What happened?" A group of Heavenly Gods rushed over. Having heard that someone was causing trouble, they came brimming with killing intent.

But the moment they arrived, the Heavenly Gods were stunned. More than half of Gui Hong's patriarchal palace had been destroyed, the ground was pitted with craters, and the surroundings were a complete mess.

Gui Hong reined in his emotions and waved his subordinates away.

His expression was somewhat panicked. He had always feared death; otherwise, he would not have allowed Mu Qing to control him. And now that he had offended the Titan Clan, it was practically no different from being dead!

"Feng Chao's attitude earlier clearly showed that he wanted us to make a move. To the current Titan Clan, the benefits of conquering us would definitely be greater than what they would gain from making us submit!" Gui Hong gritted his teeth. He understood the Titan Clan's way of thinking.

Mu Qing, too, grew serious for once. Provoking the Titan Clan was indeed not a wise choice, but now that they had offended them, there was no turning back.

"Is the Titan Clan really that terrifying? Even the current strength of the Black Tortoise Starfield can't stand against them?" Mu Qing asked. He had had little contact with the Titan Clan and did not know much about their overall strength.

"Of course! They're the Titan Clan! A top-tier race! Any one of their God Emperors could sweep through our Black Tortoise Starfield. Even if the Dragon Turtle made a move, it couldn't stop them!" Gui Hong shook his head and sighed.

Mu Qing raised his brows. It seemed that outside, the concept of racial bloodline ranks was still deeply entrenched.

Or rather, throughout the entire universe, discrimination based on the superiority or inferiority of