"We are descendants of Ancient Emperors. Naturally, we need heavenly mountains and extraordinary spiritual veins. The Central Plains are riddled with dragon veins, its fortune surging like a dragon. I think it would do nicely!" an Ancestor King said.
At once, the sovereigns of several Central Plains dynasties darkened in expression. They rose to confront him. "Dream on! The dragon veins of the Central Plains are the foundation of our dynasties. You open your mouths and demand the entire Central Plains-what arrogance! If it comes to it, we'll fight to the death today!"
"You think you can frighten us? Come, then!"
The Queen Mother of the West said, "Don't you think you're going too far? Big Dipper is vast, with countless territories. Why insist on the Central Plains? You should know that nearly half our Human Race lives there. No matter what, we will never agree!"
"Too far? I think there's something you haven't understood. Your Human Race has no right to stand before our Primordial Myriad Races and negotiate!"
"You... don't forget! Our Human Race still has powerful figures who haven't appeared!"
"Oh? Really? Then have them come out and try! If I'm not mistaken, the experts of your various factions are busy suppressing the Saint-level remains within their own clans, aren't they?" a Great Saint said coldly. They had already investigated the internal situation of the Human Race's factions. That was why they had nothing to fear.
"Either surrender the Central Plains or go to war with our Primordial Myriad Races!" another Great Saint pressed aggressively, his imposing aura soaring like a rainbow.
"Impossible!" The dynastic sovereigns' faces were grim, and the Human Race's side was furious. The members of the Primordial Myriad Races all wore cold smiles, as though they had the Human Race firmly in their