But these powerful beings seemed utterly accustomed to it.
"More Human Race prodigies from those remote lands? Heh, every last one of them is a greenhorn. Who knew how many Human Race prodigies from remote lands had died by now? The bloody examples were laid right before their eyes, yet they still didn't know how to rein themselves in."
"Back then, the Human Race of the Origin Continent would have wished they could crawl on the ground whenever they saw us. Only these Human Race prodigies from remote lands dared to fly through the air so recklessly. Powerful beings had long since set their sights on them—they would be dead soon."
"What a pity, what a pity. These prodigies may be greenhorns, but every one of them is ridiculously strong. Otherwise, I'd get a taste of Human Race flesh too."
"Sigh, isn't that the truth?"
The powerful beings of the various races whispered among themselves as they sensed the auras streaking through the clouds overhead.
To them, Human Race flesh was incomparably delicious.
If Human Race flesh had not been delicious, the various races would not have deliberately raised the Human Race as food livestock countless ages ago.
But they did not dare enter the territory of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
After all, that Emperor could not tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes.
Thus, they could only lie in wait in the wilderness.
Under normal circumstances, unless one possessed overwhelming strength or was an official of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty, no one would dare travel so openly.
Other Human Race cultivators simply did not dare come out.
Because they knew what it meant to leave the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
Ever since a group of unfamiliar Human Race prodigies had arrived some time ago, everything