Just then, Shi Taidun of the Giant Mountain Civilization said, "Your civilization said beforehand that the winner would receive 4,000 units of Source of the World. Now you're taking your anger out on the winner. You want to have it both ways. What an absolute farce."
The voice from the Giant Mountain Civilization was deep and rough, carrying far into the distance.
These fellows were not particularly powerful, but they certainly had backbone.
Many of the creatures present were alarmed, however. Shi Taidun had drawn the Dark Giant's attention back to himself.
Having found an easier target, the Dark Giant set Zhang Ming aside for the moment. "It seems your Giant Mountain Civilization is determined to oppose our Bianfeng Civilization?"
"Enough nonsense. If you want to kill me, get on with it. If your Bianfeng Civilization wants war, jump your world over near ours and have a taste of our Ultimate Weapon. If your Transcendents want to infiltrate our world, tell them to prepare themselves for death," Shi Taidun said.
The Dark Giant's expression was icy, murderous intent spilling from him. Since all pretense had been dropped anyway, he might as well make an example of these stone people.
Of course, he needed to follow the instructions from the rear.
Whatever they told him to do, he would do.
Dead silence filled the venue. Everyone feared for their own safety, as though war might break out at any moment.
Some of the weaker races gave in and signed the corresponding agreements with the Bianfeng Civilization. Without signing, they would struggle to survive the Nether Domain Calamity. They might as well sign and leave the rest to fate.
The powerful races continued to resist.
The towering centaur moved directly in front of Shi Taidun to protect him. Over the past three