What concerned the ancestors now was whether Fang Yun would surrender the Kunlun Supreme Treasure!
The Withered Mountain Ancestor gave a long sigh. "Ashen Gray Ancestor, matters have come to this. As the lord of Kunlun, why have you still not appeared?"
"When you slaughtered my descendants in the Ancient Realm Core, did you ever regard me as the lord of Kunlun?"
A voice filled with a tearing quality rang out. As it traveled, some force seemed to keep ripping it apart, making it sound fragmented and broken.
The ancestors fell silent.
Over the years, their avatars had been joining forces in the Ancient Realm Core to slaughter the Gray Clan.
They had never expected the Ashen Gray Ancestor to hold that grudge against them at a time like this.
"Are you going to stand by and watch Kunlun fall?" the Wind Ancestor asked.
"Fang Yun, what do you intend to do?" The Ashen Gray Ancestor's voice rang out across the sky.
Fang Yun said, "South of Royal Clan Mountain, my race shall be free to come and go."
"Insolence!"
"Absolutely not!"
"You go too far!"
The ancestors of Kunlun were both shocked and furious.
To the Kunlun Clans, the Kunlun Ancient Realm was their private domain. They would never tolerate outsiders laying a finger on it.
Fang Yun nodded. "Then let me put it another way. From this day forth, as the king of the Emperor Race, the eleventh Royal Race, I declare that all land south of Royal Clan Mountain belongs to the Emperor Race. All races there shall be subject to its rule!"
"Then let us go to war!"
"The Emperor Race of today is not the Emperor Race of old!"
"You have a broken Dragon-Slaying Platform, but together, we may well be your match!"
The ancestors'