The Ten-Armor Clan's inheritance had already been destroyed, so this Ten-Armor Ancestral Corpse would not care in the least whether the saints lived or died. That gave it the upper hand in negotiations.
This was good news for Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain, but certainly not for the imprisoned saints.
Sacred Qi swirled within Fang Yun's eyes as he carefully examined the Ten-Armor Ancestral Corpse, then nodded lightly.
"Worthy of the legendary Ten-Armor Ancestor. Ten layers of armor mean ten Ancestral Treasures. Between each adjacent layer lies a world—Ten-Armor Nine Realms. It can be called the foremost defense in the Myriad Worlds; even the Gold Race falls slightly short. I recall that your clan was exterminated for colluding with foreign races, wasn't it? After becoming an Ancestral Corpse, do you no longer hate the Kunlun Clans?" Fang Yun's voice echoed through the sky.
"The grudges of those days died with death. There is no need for you to sow discord. My purpose in appearing is simple: Ancestral Corpse Barren Mountain accepts all negotiations and is willing to negotiate, but only if you possess the qualifications to negotiate with us as equals! I will first see whether you have those qualifications!"
The Ten-Armor Ancestral Corpse could not speak at all. Instead, it transmitted its voice through Sacred Sense, then stretched out a massive hand toward Fang Yun.
The two were a full thousand li apart, yet the instant that giant hand reached out, it had already arrived before Fang Yun.
Its huge hand was covered in fur, like the hand of an enormous gorilla, brimming with boundless might.
Mountains between its fingers, rivers upon its palm.
The moment it struck, it unleashed a Saint Ancestor battle skill: shattering the Void with a grasp.
At the same time, the ten layers of armor