Ren spoke calmly, his gaze shifting to Taiyi, then Dijun.
Faced with that look, both Dijun and Taiyi chose silence. Just as Ren had said, exterminating a race was simple, but erasing its civilization was difficult. That was why Demon Script could be passed down through the ages without perishing, allowing many people to remember Kunpeng. In contrast, although Dijun and Taiyi were emperors of the Demon Race, they were not creators of culture.
Sensing Ren's gaze, Dijun shook his head. "Ren... stop trying to provoke internal strife within our Demon Race. Besides, there is no need for you to provoke us. Our divided Demon Race will certainly return to unity one day!"
Dijun was quite domineering, making no attempt to hide the Demon Race's internal conflict as he openly admitted it.
"Hmph..." Taiyi snorted coldly, then said in a low voice, "Indeed, the Demon Race will surely return to unity, but the one to unite it will definitely be me!"
Neither of the two Demon Race emperors concealed the fact that they were in conflict.
Seeing this scene, the Demon Empress could not help but smile. "Interesting, interesting... This banquet has only just begun, and your Demon Race is already about to fall into internal conflict. Why not let your conflict erupt today and settle the matter of unification?"
The Demon Empress's words made Dijun and Taiyi fall silent, their deep eyes fixed on her. Clearly, they would not take the bait and engage in a mutually destructive battle that would let outsiders profit.
As Dijun and the others remained silent, Lord of Zhuxian Alliance, who had been quiet all along, spoke in a hoarse, indifferent voice. "Everyone's idle chatter and probing should come to an end. We were all invited here by Lord Ren, so let us return