Some even unleashed streams of curses, calling Fuxi shameless.
"That old bastard Fuxi has quite an appetite! Do they intend to swallow up every race?"
"What gives the Human Race the right to redistribute the land? Who are they to do such a thing?"
"We've lived here for generation after generation. The Human Sovereign has no such right! If he tries to lay a finger on our ancestral lands, we'll fight the Human Race to the death."
This probing move sent shock waves through everyone.
For a time, the entire Human Race camp was in an uproar, with chickens flying and dogs leaping.
The chiefs of many races began coordinating with one another, looking very much as though they intended to force the sovereign's hand.
Fuxi watched from the shadows.
He did not stop them.
Nor did he have the ability to stop them.
Because what he had said was the truth.
These were the rules he had laid down. If these fellows could not accept them, heh, they could only seek greener pastures elsewhere.
Fuxi knew where their weaknesses lay!
Although he could not keep them completely under his thumb, he doubted they could stir up any great waves.
Sure enough, shortly after the news spread.
Led by the Five Spirit Tribe, the chiefs of many great and small races of the Primordial World banded together and headed toward Fuxi. Clearly, they had already coordinated their efforts and were coming to force his hand.
Fuxi remained perfectly calm, waiting in the main tent of the Human Race camp.
"Reporting! The leaders of the Five Spirit Tribe and the other tribes have come to seek an audience with His Majesty the Human Sovereign."
A guard soon entered to announce their arrival.
Fuxi laughed heartily. "Show them in."
He smiled at