The moment Su Mo said this, Long Cang and all the Dragon Clan experts in the hall were slightly taken aback.
"Hehe~~!"
After a moment, Long Cang laughed. Looking at Su Mo as though he were an idiot, he said, "Su Mo, just how naïve are you to say something like that?"
Long Cang was utterly speechless. Su Mo was far too naïve, actually wanting to wipe out the True Demon Race and the Wu Race. It was simply a wild fantasy.
Setting aside the Wu Race, take the True Demon Race alone. They had been passed down since the Primordial era. Though they ranked only twenty-ninth on the Primordial Myriad Races Ranking, their foundation ran deep. How could they be destroyed just because someone said so?
"Arrogant and ignorant!"
At that moment, a Dragon Clan youth seated to Long Teng's right sneered. "Su Mo, do you really think that just because you have become the strongest Saint King since the Heavenly Desolate Primordial era, you are invincible?"
The youth stood tall and straight, dressed in purple robes. His face was cold and stern, giving off an overbearing, tyrannical air.
Moreover, his neck was covered in purple scales, making him seem somewhat sinister and demonic.
"Who are you?" Su Mo sized up the purple-robed youth and asked indifferently. He discovered that although this man was only at the Martial Saint realm Paragon, his aura was exceedingly powerful.
"Long Xiaotian!" the purple-robed youth said coldly.
Su Mo was surprised to hear this. So this was Long Xiaotian of the Dragon Clan, first place on the Heavenly Desolate Saint King Ranking.
Then, Su Mo sighed and turned to Long Cang. "Senior, do you believe we lack the ability to wipe out the True Demon Race and the Wu Race?"
"It is my