Apart from the Half-Saint, every creature from the Fire Qilin Cave aboard the Qilin Warship was a Great Ability.
Their bloodlines were powerful, their Ancient Scriptures profound. Each stood out from the crowd, with the bearing of dragons and phoenixes. Their strength was beyond ordinary people.
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They stood on the warship, looking down on everyone with arrogance written all over their faces. They had the air of people who thought everyone present was trash.
"So strong. Every one of these Primordial Creatures makes me feel deeply threatened," someone said, his face pale.
"A Half-Saint, and so many figures of Saint Lord Level... Is this just the tip of the iceberg of the Primordial Clan's strength?"
"Terrifying. Their bloodlines are noble from birth. They're born stronger than humans and demons."
"..."
Some people lost their nerve. They even began to think that Primordial Creatures truly were born a cut above "humans," and that they could never measure up.
But that made no sense. They had fallen into a trap of their own thinking.
Every Ancient Clan had been populous in the Primeval Era, a colossus in every sense of the word.
Heaven and earth had changed, and the years had passed. Most Primordial Creatures had died in that era; only a tiny few had qualified to receive Divine Source Liquid and be sealed away until today.
Without question, anyone granted such treatment had been an elite of their Ancient Clan, whether through formidable strength or exceptional talent.
That was what created the illusion that every Primordial Creature was a genius, a powerhouse among peers of the same realm, beyond the reach of humans and demons.
But if someone slaughtered every ordinary member of the Ji Family, everyone left would be extraordinary too. Every last one would have the