The Abacus Beads Were About to Fly into His Face

Beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Wild God Hall, the echo of Diwu Chijin's words—"A mere mortal martial artist dares call himself the ancestor of sects and the founder of paths?"—rang deafeningly through the air!

Meng'er Jinye and the others were stunned at first, then took the lead in dropping to their knees. "His Highness the Wild God speaks most truly!"

The old man's voice was heavy and fervent.

It was as if he wanted to spew the blazing worship in his chest from his mouth in one breath. "That mere Yan Dog is utterly unworthy of calling himself the ancestor of sects and the founder of paths!

"Only Your Highness the Wild God is worthy of becoming the progenitor of all nations beneath heaven—the true god!"

In truth, Meng'er Jinye's flattery carried selfish motives as well.

This old fox was trying to use his skill at bootlicking to subtly paint a target of "dominating all nations" for His Highness the Wild God!

As Meng'er Jinye knew, even in those top-tier great nations, the strongest warriors in the country had reached no further than the Ninth Layer of the Innate Realm.

Yet this Wild God before him had casually uttered a term he had never even heard before: the Foundation Establishment Realm!

Moreover, judging by the Wild God's attitude, ordinary Innate Realm cultivators were truly less than dog shit in his eyes.

Since that was the case, in this world where strength commanded respect, it would only be a matter of time before the Wild God led the Golden Frost people to dominate all nations!

Once that day truly came, His Highness the Wild God, high above all others, would naturally possess an extraordinary status.

But such vast territory, formed from the annexation of a thousand states and a hundred