Under the eyes of a million Thunder Division soldiers and generals, whose terrifying auras commanded chains of thunderous order and whose bodies were wreathed in countless thunder runes, a young man in azure pinched out the thunder talisman cast by Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord with two fingers.
"Fellow Daoist, are you simply weak?"
"Or is your standing actually quite low, and you spoke first because you hold a post like a herald's?"
Jiang Ding looked toward the million Thunder Division soldiers and generals beyond the world and asked in earnest.
He believed communication had always been essential between civilizations. Both sides should lay their cards on the table. If one side truly was too powerful and the gap too great, the other would naturally have to yield rather than invite a pointless conflict.
If he needed to flee, he would flee. If he needed to surrender, he would surrender. If it was his turn to die, he would die. The weak had to accept their fate rather than drag others into it and leave countless people dead or wounded.
After all, they were all human.
Arrogant as these people were, treating lower-realm cultivators like ants and ready to kill or enslave them at a whim, they still wanted humans to rule the land. Unlike foreign races such as the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, they had boundaries. They could still be reasoned with.
Those almost sincere words instantly turned the thunder general's face livid with fury.
"You brat, you're courting death!"
Divine Firmament Heavenly Lord growled, his killing intent ice-cold.
He turned his hand, and a twisting, flickering divine thunder spear appeared in it. Though clearly a magic treasure, it writhed like a living thing, radiating boundless light as electric serpents hissed around it. Its presence alone made the space within