After all the calculations, the Human Race, being closely watched by many Great Divine Transcendents, became the best target for attack.
Persimmons must be picked soft, and although the Human Race is strong, too many powerful beings have their eyes on them, making them the weakest link.
"More words are useless. If you wish to stop me, young friend, speak with your hands," said Huang Jiao with an unchanged expression, addressing Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen's words couldn't shake his resolve. Apart from attaining Dao, there was nothing else in his heart; concepts such as face and reputation simply didn't exist.
As long as he attained Dao, what would it matter if he offended the Human Race or lost face? Who would dare mention it in front of him?
Humm humm humm...
The Xuanyuan Cauldrons vibrated, hovering around Huang Jiao, radiating Emperor Qi that swelled around him, emanating a mighty aura that seemed to establish order under the heavens.
