If he yielded this time, he could already imagine what he would face once he came down the mountain.
"Look, isn't that the Young Mountain Lord of Cloud Summit Mountain?"
"Oh, the Young Mountain Lord of Cloud Summit Mountain—the one the First Prince of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty had crushed so thoroughly he couldn't even raise his head?"
From then on, whenever countless races saw him, they would think of the First Prince of the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty, then trample on him while singing the First Prince's praises.
It was a sight he was unwilling to see.
"Yes, Young Lord."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man below gripped his long blade and walked toward Poison Venerable and Dugu Feng.
"Wang Gang, get ready to notify all the great generals within the dynasty. The moment Cloud Summit Mountain dares make a move, have the generals lead their armies and sweep through every territory under Cloud Summit Mountain."
"Leave none of the Nether Race alive."
The First Prince gripped the railing with both hands and looked down coldly.
Upon hearing this, a young man behind him immediately took out a Jade Talisman and began contacting the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty.
The Human Race was in a difficult position. Ever since the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty had been established, it had never again deployed troops on a large scale.
Once the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty mobilized its forces, the other races of Origin Continent would naturally step in to interfere.
But if the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty attacked the Nether Race now, not only would the other races not interfere, they would applaud and cheer. They might even secretly aid the Human Race.
After all, the Nether Race was not truly a race of Origin Continent. They had fought their way