"All right, I won't waste any more words on you."
Xia Ping had said quite a lot and was a little tired. Looking at the elders of the Five Great Races, he said, "In short, I came today to give you a warning—to let you know what's good for you and understand the weight of things. Don't think you can kill just anyone. This is a consequence you cannot afford to bear. Understand?"
"I'll give you three days to think it over. If you think it through and understand that a wise man submits to the times, then obediently release those captives. That way, you won't have to suffer enormous losses."
"Otherwise, you'll soon learn what it means for catastrophe to descend upon your heads."
Having thrown down those words, he turned and left without looking back.
Seeing this, Doom Crow and the other demons also turned and departed.
"That bastard!"
The Drought Demon Clan elder was so furious smoke seemed to pour from all seven of its orifices. It could be said that it had never suffered such pent-up humiliation in its life. What kind of humans were these? They were even more overbearing than the Five Great Races, acting as though they were the leaders of some mighty race, treating them entirely like servants—hitting them whenever they pleased, cursing them whenever they pleased, arrogant beyond measure.
"Should we go up there and slaughter him?" A glint of killing intent flashed in the Black Wood Tribe elder's eyes. It wanted to seize the chance to rush forward, give that human a slash, and eliminate this scourge for good.
"Don't be rash."
The Machine Race elder said cautiously, "Though I'm deeply displeased by how arrogant this human is, think carefully. He is acting so fearlessly—could he have something to rely