Ye Changge responded indifferently, his tone carrying a hint of languor and disdain, as if the important matter concerning the rise and fall of the Dragon Race that the other party spoke of was nothing more than a trivial matter in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Myriad Races were completely stunned, and an uproar instantly erupted from the crowd.
"My God, it's actually the White-Robed War God of the Time Wandering Dragon Clan!" a Demon Race disciple exclaimed in shock, his face filled with astonishment and his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Yes, I have seen records of her in the ancient books of our clan. It is said that she existed in the ancient times when the Human Race was still the protagonist of the world. Back then, she led the dragon Dragon Race to fight countless earth-shattering battles against our Human Race. Even though the Human Race produced many powerful people, they were unable to kill her in the end. I never thought that I would be able to see her true face here today!" An old Human Race man stroked his beard and said with a complicated look in his eyes. His tone contained both awe and a hint of hidden hostility.
"Unexpectedly, after so many years of silence, the White-Robed War God would appear at this time. It seems that today's events will not end well."
"The once Vertical and Horizontal Dragon Race God of War meets the most brilliant and talented rising star of the Human Race. This duel is a once-in-a-century event, and it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious."
"Who knows? The White-Robed War God is renowned and his strength is unfathomable, while Ye Changge possesses such strength at such a young age and dares to speak frankly against the War God. Perhaps he truly has the power to fight. I'm really curious to see who is stronger!"
The disciples of Myriad Races chattered amongst themselves, adding a touch of restlessness and anticipation to the originally tense and solemn atmosphere. All eyes were fixed on Ye Changge and the White-Robed War God, waiting for the situation to develop further.
Despite the clamor and discussion around him, Ye Changge smiled slightly. There was no fear in that smile; instead, it carried a chilling coldness.
He took a step forward, and the air around him seemed to become heavy with that step.
" White-Robed War God, could you be the one who destroyed my Human Race's Sun Palace back then?"
Ye Changge's expression instantly turned icy cold, his voice filled with chilling killing intent, each word striking the hearts of the crowd like a blast of ice.
The Sun Palace is the most glorious legacy of the ancient Human Race, and it is said to be the energy core of the entire Human Race.
The ancient ancestors devoted endless effort to gathering the boundless energy between heaven and earth, condensing it into a dazzling energy sphere like the sun, which floats above the Sun Palace, continuously providing pure and abundant energy to the Human Race, supporting the cultivation and development of the entire Human Race, and is one of the fundamental reasons why the Human Race was able to stand Lin Li in an era of Myriad Races.
But one day, a sudden disaster struck. A terrifyingly powerful dragon attacked the Sun Palace and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, shattered the energy sun that sustained the Human Race's fortune with a single claw. As a result, the Sun Palace was destroyed, the Human Race's energy supply was cut off, and from then on, it went from prosperity to decline and fell into a long period of stagnation.
This matter has always been an indelible wound in the hearts of the Human Race, and an ancient mystery that countless powerful Human Race have wanted to investigate.
"It's me..."
The White-Robed War God had barely uttered two words when Ye Changge transformed into a blur, instantly bridging the distance between them. A punch, imbued with boundless rage and terrifying power, mercilessly slammed into her chest.
"It's you, good riddance! You will die today!"
Ye Changge's icy voice rang in the ears of the White-Robed War God, and his boundless killing intent was released as if it were a tangible force, sweeping across all directions.
The killing intent contained remembrance of the Human Race ancestors, anger over the destruction of the Sun Palace, and a resolute determination to annihilate all enemies, causing all the disciples of the Myriad Races present to feel a chill in their hearts, as if they were in a frozen purgatory.
Caught off guard, the White-Robed War God was struck by a punch, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. A dazzling light flashed on his silver armor, but it was still not enough to completely neutralize the terrifying power, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.