Within the Human Race, Xuanyuan had begun keeping a low profile ever since he took charge.
Rather than acting as openly as Shennong, he focused on internal adjustments.
He looked at Shaohao, whom Shennong had sent. "I already know why His Majesty Shennong sent you here. Do you know why Shennong has the confidence to wage war against the Ten Thousand Races? Can the Human Race truly fight all of them at once? Do we really possess that kind of strength? Have you ever considered that the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans aren't as simple as they appear? Races that have survived for so long could never be wiped out easily."
Shaohao frowned slightly. "Please enlighten me, Your Majesty Xuanyuan."
Ever since Shennong had made his move, Shaohao had believed that the Human Race possessed enough strength to stand against the Ten Thousand Races. Otherwise, why would they dare declare war?
Wouldn't they be courting death without a trump card?
But from what Xuanyuan said, it seemed the Human Race wasn't as powerful as he had imagined, and the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans weren't as weak.
Xuanyuan looked at him with a smile. "Ever since His Majesty Shennong took over the Human Race, he has devoted himself to good governance. Our race has flourished, our population has grown more than a hundredfold, and powerful experts have emerged in wave after wave."
"But in a true comparison with the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans, we are still somewhat weaker, both in numbers and in overall strength."
"That is why he dealt with the Spirit Race first."
"That race has few trump cards. It's an alliance of smaller races. Although it appears to be the largest force, it is actually the easiest to deal with-a heap of loose sand, without any