Bing Tong stood to one side, helplessness written all over his face. These Great Demon Kings really have let anger ruin their brains. Arguing with the Human Race-isn't that just asking to be verbally flayed? The Ice Clan usually settles this sort of thing with force, but the problem now is that force won't solve it.
King Bing Han said coldly, "I don't care what you do. The Frost Lord Imperial Crowns should be distributed as they were in the previous generation! Your Human Race may take two. The remaining eight will be distributed by our Ice Clan!"
"Utterly ridiculous!"
The many scholars eyed the Ice Clan's Great Demon Kings coldly.
"If you refuse to hand over the Frost Lord Imperial Crowns, don't expect to leave through the gates of the Ice Emperor Palace!"
The Great Demon Kings of the two races far outnumbered those of the Human Race. They formed a line, blocking the humans' path.
The Human Race had only six Great Scholars.
Swords were drawn and bows bent on both sides. Everyone was certain this battle was now unavoidable, for if the Ice Clan failed to obtain enough Frost Lord Imperial Crowns, it would be almost tantamount to their destruction.
This was a moment on which their very survival hinged. No one would back down.
Xiao Yetian clutched the First Frost Lord Imperial Crown tightly, utterly tense, terrified that someone would snatch it away.
Yan Ningxiao's expression remained unchanged. He cupped his hands slightly and said slowly, "My fellow humans, allow this old man to apologize to you in advance. From this moment on, the six of us Great Scholars will no longer protect you."
More than six hundred thousand people stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that the Great Scholars would abandon them.
Yan Ningxiao continued, "The