"What a joke! A mere power from a Human Race dynasty dares meddle in the affairs of the Earth Immortal Realm? Such arrogance! You have no idea whether you're courting life or death."
When Zhao Gongming heard that Kong Xuan belonged to a Human Race dynasty, he laughed. What a feeble race humans were!
Only over the past ten thousand years had they gradually begun to stand out and earn a little renown.
Before that, the Human Race had been the weakest race in the Primordial Wilderness.
During the Witch-Demon Era, the Human Race had survived only by becoming dependents of the Witch Race and worshipping them as gods. Otherwise, the Demon Race would long since have eaten them all.
Only after the Witch Race's Karmic Tribulation had the Human Race begun to develop, little by little.
Now, some nameless nobody from a Human Race faction actually wanted to stop him, Zhao Gongming, from settling the score for his disciple. What arrogance-a frog at the bottom of a well!
"First Master, my Second Master said he belongs to a Human Race dynasty too. And my father is Great Shang's commander at Chentang Pass, so I count as half a Great Shang man myself."
Nezha quietly sent him a voice transmission, reminding his First Master to rein himself in a little.
Nezha kept feeling that something bad was about to happen. His First Master was so arrogant that he looked exactly like a villain. Was someone about to teach him a lesson and hand him a crushing defeat?
Nezha secretly began using the secret eye technique Jiang Ming had taught him to examine Kong Xuan. All he saw, however, was boundless immortal light. He could not see through him at all.
Good heavens.
His eye technique could inspect even Golden Immortals.