"A mere Half-Saint dares call himself the lord of a holy land? The Human Race truly has fallen!"
"A handful of Saint Kings dares invite our myriad races here? You are nowhere near qualified! Unless you summon that senior of yours! Though whether that person even belongs to the Human Race remains to be seen!"
Several Ancestor Kings spoke. They did not believe the expert who had driven back Red Demon Heavenly Venerable that day belonged to the Human Race! The Human Race had certainly known glory, but only in later ages!
When it came to foundations and glory, the Human Race fell far short of their Primordial Myriad Races! The Primordial Era of old had shone with the utmost splendor!
When the Emperor Mausoleum opened that day, the Primordial Myriad Races had not participated. Naturally, they had not been tainted by the Red Mark and did not understand how terrifying Red Demon Heavenly Venerable was.
"You have gone too far! Do your Primordial Myriad Races intend to start a war? At worst, the fish will die and the net will tear!" a hot-tempered Holy Lord said coldly, utterly unafraid.
"The fish will die and the net will tear? With the strength your Human Race has now? How many Great Saints do you even have left?" said a member of a Primordial Imperial Clan. Though the Ancient Emperor Bloodline within him was thin, he still had ample confidence.
The auras of several Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons faintly emerged in the void, aimed directly at the many Ancestor Kings of the Primordial Myriad Races. Clearly, the various Human Race factions had brought their Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons, looking ready to go to war at the slightest disagreement.
"You rely on the shelter left by your ancestors-nothing more than a few Emperor