At present, the human race had no Heavenly King-level reserve they could awaken.
"Queen Mother of the West, what if we ask the Merak Holy Land's Guardian Daoist to intervene?"
Caught between two difficult choices, an Eastern Wasteland Holy Lord spoke softly.
Strictly speaking, the Merak Holy Land had two Guardian Daoists.
One was the master of Demon Saint Mountain, Daoist Jin Xiao, the Golden Crow Great Sage.
The other was that black-hearted fatty, Duan De.
However, Duan De was so unscrupulous that he had used his status as the Merak Holy Land's Guardian Daoist to commit far too many disgraceful deeds, causing the various Eastern Wasteland sects to refuse to acknowledge his identity.
Therefore, the Merak Holy Land Guardian Daoist mentioned here undoubtedly referred to Daoist Jin Xiao.
Daoist Jin Xiao was a demon Great Sage. Bullying a few peak Saint Kings and Heavenly King-level experts who had yet to attain the Dao would be as easy as playing around.
"What? Does the human race intend to break the rules and send a Great Sage into the arena?"
Upon the Jade Lake Life-and-Death Arena, the Fallen Heaven King seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the human leaders. He sneered coldly, his expression mocking.
Only when his gaze swept across the Merak seating area did deep wariness surface in his eyes.
So what if the human race had a Great Sage presiding over them?
With the Convention of Ten Thousand Races underway, how could the ancient races' camp possibly lack its own Great Sage?
Great Sage Hun Tuo, an ancient giant who came from nothing more than a minor race, had only ever suffered one defeat in his life—suppressed by his opponent with a single hand. Yet this was nothing shameful.
Because his opponent had been the Holy