"Boss, we've got more than twice their numbers! Even if they all come back, they'll only have a little over half as many as us. We can still take them!"
The speaker was a young-looking primordial origin golden immortal who was actually over twenty thousand years old.
He poked his head out in front of Xuanyuan, eyed the Demon Tribe members glaring hostilely at him from across the room, and spoke to Xuanyuan rather listlessly.
Smack!
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The young man who had just been speaking was slammed onto the floor of the Zixiao Palace.
Face-first, at that.
Only because the Zixiao Palace had been reinforced by having produced several Sages were its floor tiles far tougher than ordinary acquired Spiritual Treasures.
That was why Xuanyuan's heavy, powerful slap had not shattered them.
Otherwise...
He would have had to pay for the damage.
"You don't know shit!"
Xuanyuan looked at this primordial origin golden immortal, presumably one of his descendants, in exasperation at his failure to amount to anything.
"When were you born, brat?"
His head still buzzing from that slap, the young primordial origin golden immortal of the Human Race mumbled:
"The forty-second year of Yu the Great's reign, during the flood-control work on the northern and southern sections. I was Jihe, the tribe leader chiefly responsible. I'm called Li Bing now!"
Oh.
Xuanyuan realized he actually remembered him.
Li Bing had originally followed Yu the Great around, a mere Human Race tribal leader at the golden immortal realm.
Later, he had slain a few monsters during the flood-control work and spent several years getting by in the Heavenly Court, only to be sent back because he slacked off too much.
Then, during the Warring States period, with absolutely nothing to do, he