The figure had not yet arrived, but the hoarse voice was already heard.
"Young genius of the Human Race, would you be willing to join our Demon Tribe? We can provide resources and Scriptures," Zhu Zi approached slowly, clad in a red Feather Robe, standing below the cliff, looking up.
HIs crimson eyes carefully scrutinized the young man before him.
In the past half month, not only had the Human Race been buzzing with his name, but even spies from the Hundred Clans had relayed back some information about the other side.
A genius without equal, headstrong and unyielding, harboring grievances with the Human Race's Royal Division over the ownership of a resource.
No, it was no longer just grievances.
The existence known as Liang Hui had acted against those above him, slaughtering nine-tenths of the Human Race's Falling Snow Royal Division.
Such an accomplishment was something the Hundred Clans could not achieve, even with great sacrifices.
