Jiang Zhu chuckled, a trace of disdain flashing through his eyes. "Really? Die at my hands like those Saint Spirits in the Forty City Burial Ground?"
City Lord Yunyan's expression darkened at those words. Earlier, many Heavenly Prodigies had died in the Saint Spirit burial ground.
And now Jiang Zhu had assumed another identity and swindled them out of Saint Spirit Ancestral Blood. To the Saint Spirit Race, this was undoubtedly a monumental humiliation.
"For centuries, the Human Clan has amounted to little, hardly worth mentioning. In all those past struggles, you lost more than you won, bowing your heads and submitting to our Saint Spirit Race. You were nailed to the pillar of shame long ago!" Yunyan sneered.
He tore open the Human Clan's old scars, those dark years when the Saint Spirit Race oppressed them at every turn.
Throughout that long era, no Great Emperor emerged from the Human Clan. A single invincible being could rule an entire star domain, enslaving humans at will and demanding endless tribute, answering the slightest disobedience with a bloodbath.
The Human Clan had long been weak. In those years, Saint Spirits were worshipped as gods, and humans had no choice but to swallow their anger, offer yearly tribute, and bow in worship to beg for protection.
It truly was a humiliating history, a dark chapter the Human Clan was unwilling to revisit.
The ancestors of the Human Clan had barely clung to life beneath the Saint Spirit Ancestor's iron hooves, stripped of all dignity, with no peerless powerhouse emerging to change their fate.
"Nothing but a few clowns who gained the upper hand. If you want to discuss the past, which human Great Emperor didn't kill a Perfected Sacred Spirit?" Jiang Zhu's expression was cold.
"All I know is that when our