He looked down at his clansmen, at the fruits of his six years of effort, and felt deeply satisfied. Confidence surged within him as a sense of fulfillment filled his chest.
He was now the true leader of the Human Race, his prestige having reached an absolute peak.
His every word and action guided the future development of the Human Race. It was no exaggeration to say that his words were like imperial decrees now—none below dared disobey.
"Martial King, our population has now reached fifteen million eight hundred thousand, and it is still growing continuously."
"Countless humans are flocking toward the Holy Cities in pilgrimage. The three Holy Cities can no longer accommodate them all. Should we build another city?"
Beside Wang Hou, an elderly man spoke with a grave expression. He was a half-step Martial King and the Great Elder of the Human Race, Zhao Feng. Personally appointed by Wang Hou, he was responsible for managing all internal affairs of the Human Race.
It could be said that beneath Wang Hou, he held the greatest authority.
"Mm, build it. The Human Race has suffered enough over these years. This King concealed his brilliance and bided his time for a thousand years. From today onward, it is time to collect some interest from those Demon Race bastards."
"Oh, and destroy all the half-beasts' cultivation techniques. Also, issue a kill-on-sight order. Anyone found to be a half-beast, or secretly cultivating half-beast techniques, is to be executed without exception."
"Yes."
Zhao Feng nodded.
He understood the dangers posed by half-beasts as well. Half-beasts could be exterminated to the last, but their cultivation techniques had to be destroyed. So long as those techniques remained, half-beasts could never truly be wiped out.
"Martial King, the Demon Race has been secretly observing us for