So the Shura Race and the Asura Tribe now enjoyed harmonious relations. Describing them as strong, but not particularly strong, was no longer appropriate.
Starflow Daoist quietly glanced at Di Jun, who looked utterly idle, as though nothing had happened.
What he was doing now was precisely what Demon Emperor Di Jun, the actual ruler of the Demon Tribe Heavenly Court, had secretly instructed him to do through voice transmission!
But surely this was no way to go about it-not when it offended people so badly.
There was an art to speaking...
The little wheel of schemes in Starflow Daoist's mind spun rapidly.
A few seconds later, a suitable candidate came to mind.
"Ahem, ahem. Isn't there the Dragon Tribe?"
Starflow Daoist coughed twice, then shifted the target of the conversation.
As he said this, Abi and Yuantu, the two supreme-grade innate offensive spiritual treasures stirring faintly on Ancestor Minghe's back, gradually withdrew their killing aura.
Sage Minghe: Calling my Shura Race weak right in front of me? Lighting a lamp in a privy-looking for death in the Blood Sea!
"Speaking of which, hasn't our Demon Tribe Divine Court done a few rounds of business with the Four Seas Dragon Clan lately?"
Starflow Daoist was telling the truth.
Indeed, the Demon Tribe Divine Court's construction of its "factory" Great Thousand Worlds had been going on for more than a few decades.
Rather, it had begun during the thousand years since the First Primordial World started splitting up to develop separately.
At an ordinary meeting in Zixiao Palace, a certain figure known throughout the Primordial World for his ingenious ideas-the chief editor of the General Development Charter for the Primordial World's finite multiverse-
The Council President unanimously approved by the First Zixiao Palace Myriad Races Conference, the Sage with the greatest