"Is this the race that rules Heaven and Earth now?" The Heavenly Emperor's Son looked on coldly. "At a gathering like this, not a single Human Saint has appeared. When the Ancestor Kings of our clans arrive in person, will the Human Race bow its head to welcome them?"
He came before Lu Mingfei and the others. Because of Lu Mingfei, a great many of Beidou's Heavenly Prodigies had already gathered there.
In this age, the Heavenly Emperor's Son had not been cut out of Divine Source by Ye Fan. Wushi had never confronted the Undying Heavenly Emperor or reached his twilight years, so he had naturally never disturbed Purple Mountain.
At the Heavenly Emperor's Son's words, the Heavenly Prodigies exchanged strange looks.
You're still swaggering around? Don't you know your father was beaten to death more than a hundred thousand years ago?
The Heavenly Prodigies there, along with everyone across the Universe watching, felt rather peculiar about it.
Watching these Ancient Clans mock the Human Race for having no Saints felt like watching a pack of country bumpkins.
"Who's the weakest among us?" Lu Mingfei glanced from side to side as he asked.
They looked at one another, unsure what the Heavenly Emperor Successor meant.
"I'm afraid I fall short of you all." The Yaoguang Holy Son stepped forward, to everyone's surprise. He was not the weakest; he was among the very best.
Lu Mingfei nodded. "Go send them packing. What makes trash like that think they're fit to speak to me?"
"You dare strut around like this just because you have a barnyard chicken's blood in your veins?"
Lu Mingfei's tongue was merciless. He had reduced the Undying Heavenly Emperor's bloodline to that of a barnyard chicken.
The Yaoguang Holy Son nodded. Just as he had expected, he