Su Xin had no objections to Qingli's account. She probably had not lied to him; the Monster Race had likely truly declined to the extreme.
Thinking about it, it was simple enough. The Monster Race had merely gone into seclusion, not been sealed away. If they still possessed real strength, why had they not shown themselves for tens of thousands of years, remaining only in their secluded lands?
The reason was simple: their strength had grown weaker and weaker, so they had simply chosen not to emerge and remained hidden.
According to Qingli, if fewer than ten of the Seventy-Two Monster Kings remained, with several among them already at the end of their lifespans, then there was no need for the Central Plains Martial Arts World to join forces. Great Zhou alone could wipe them out.
"Right, didn't your Monster Race supposedly have Great Sages? Where are they?"
Qingli said, "Our Monster Race only ever had seven Great Sages. Five died in battle, and the other two died when their lifespans ran out."
"What about the Monster Emperor?"
Qingli rolled her eyes. "Have you ever seen your Human Emperor?"
"Of course not."
"Then there you have it. Even among our Monster Race, the Monster Emperor is only a legend. Who knows whether he died tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago? Where are we supposed to find him?"
Although Qingli came from the Monster Race, there seemed to be little reverence for it in her tone.
That was only natural when he thought about it. She had been betrayed by her own clansmen; deep down, she surely harbored resentment toward both her clan and even the Monster Race itself.
But then Qingli's eyes suddenly shifted, and she said, "I've already told you everything. Shouldn't it be your