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Someone gestured towards the west of the city: "You're all so focused on those two in the sky, didn't you hear the fighting's about to break out in the city?"

Everyone was puzzled and followed his gaze.

Only then did they realize that the atmosphere around them had become tense and confrontational.

The demon race and the ancient remnants are gazing at each other from afar, locked in a fierce confrontation.

Because of the arrival of the true dragon, the oppressive force of its bloodline made all the demons in the city unable to lift their heads.

Several ancient remnants took the opportunity to make sarcastic remarks, saying something like...

They're just a bunch of plant spirits and wild beasts from the mountains, yet they dare to call themselves a race?

Back then, they were nothing more than vassals who eke out a living by following in the footsteps of their ancestors. Now, they dare to challenge them?

The demon cultivators looked grim, each one seething with anger, but dared not lash out because the true dragon was present.

Now that the Golden Crow Prince has arrived, the powder keg has finally been ignited!

The demon cultivators, who had been shrinking back, suddenly straightened their backs and glared back fiercely, their eyes looking as if they wanted to skin the other person alive!

A tiger demon slammed his fist on the table and stood up. He swept his tiger head across his eyes and sneered at the ancient remnants: "Who was it that just now laughed at our demon race for having no one?"

"My demon prince is right up there now, say it again if you dare!"

The other side was equally resolute.

A creature with a dragon-like head, a cat-like body, and scales on its back stood up, its lips curled in undisguised sarcasm: "So what if it's a Golden Crow?"

"No matter what, in terms of bloodline and heritage, they still cannot compare to the true dragon of my clan!"

"And you are nothing but a bunch of beings born of later generations! How can you compare to us, the descendants of mythology!"

The tiger demon, far from being angry, grinned and took a step forward, his voice drowning out the clamor of the entire street.

"It's hard to say whether we can compete or not, but what does the strength of the True Dragon Clan have to do with you?"

"Your ancestors were nothing more than the offspring of a true dragon and some unknown creature. After countless ages, you've become something that can't even grow dragon horns, yet you dare to claim to be a true dragon?"

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the ancient remnants, his tone growing increasingly disdainful: "You ancient remnants, you always talk about your ancestors and how noble your bloodline is."

"But you are nothing but hybrids born from the union of mythical beings and all races!"

"Your so-called proud bloodline is nothing but a collateral branch left behind from their one-night stand, not even pureblood! How dare you, a mere mixed blood, speak so arrogantly before my demon race?"

"How dare you! You have insulted our bloodline!"

"Outrageous! I think you want to end up in the underworld..."

The ancient races were furious. Their bloodline was their proudest badge of honor, and they could not allow others to slander it.

"You demon scum! Who are you calling a mixed blood?" The scaled figure in the lead changed his expression drastically, as if he had been touched on something sensitive.

His scales erupted in response, and a fierce, ancient aura suddenly burst forth.

"When our ancestors followed His Highness Yinglong to conquer the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, you demons were probably hiding in some corner, trembling with fear!"

"How dare you spout such nonsense now? You've got some nerve!"

"You got angry after just a few words? I hit a nerve! Hahaha..." The demon cultivators laughed heartily, venting all their pent-up frustration.

People around quickly retreated to a safe distance; some held teacups, others ate melon seeds, all watching with great interest.

An old antique dealer squatted behind his stall, chuckling as he protected it: "These kids may argue, but their bickering is more entertaining than any storyteller's."

The fat man above laughed so hard he almost spat out his wine: "A mixed-blood descendant, a collateral branch left behind after a night of passion?"

"That's a really nasty remark, I love it! These ancient remnants, they act like they're the third oldest in the world, they deserve it!"

Kong Shuyu returned from her meditation and said calmly, "What you said is not wrong."

"The ancient species are indeed the offspring of mythical beings and all races, and that mixed-blood Pixiu didn't even have fully grown horns, so it's not unfair to call it mixed-blood."

The fat man shook his head and took a swig of wine: "These two clans have been at each other's throats for countless ages. Whenever they meet, they either fight or hurl insults at each other."

"The ancient races look down on these inferior races who were once subservient to them and who resemble them in appearance."

"Even the demon race looks down on these self-proclaimed descendants of gods, who are actually mixed-bloods who can't even be considered pure blood."

"However, in my opinion, the demon race is indeed qualified to say that! The ancient remnants are just relying on the legacy of their ancestors and the glory of mythical beings." Kong Shuyu's gaze fell on the group of figures who were still arguing, and his tone was more emotional.

"The history of the demon race and our human race is very similar. Both races were once vassals of other races, both survived under the shadow of powerful beings, and both carved out their own path."

"Humans have Huang Xi, and demons have the Demon Emperor. Originally, he was just a firebird, and even his intelligence was only developed by chance. However, he was able to evolve continuously and transform from a firebird into the first golden crow in the world."

"Ultimately, he attained the Dao and became Emperor, transforming the scattered demons into a colossal being capable of contending with mythical beings."

"And the existence of the Demon Emperor naturally became the faith of all demons, which made them realize that the demon race could be no weaker than those powerful races!"

"After the Demon Emperor, there were quite a few who underwent ultimate transformations from weak beings, such as the Primordial Ant and the Sword Grass..."

"Therefore, they naturally look down on those ancient remnants who constantly talk about the blessings of mythology."

"The Demon Emperor... the first emperor of the demon race." The fat man said with admiration, pouring the wine in his hand onto the ground.

There was little enmity between the human and demon races. This cup of wine was a toast to the emperor who had dedicated everything to his race.

He may not be the strongest among the demon race, but for the demon race, he is definitely the greatest emperor!

Without him, the demon race would still be a disorganized mess, forever trampled underfoot by those mythical beings and unable to rise again.

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Just half an incense stick later, when the sun had risen.

A series of enormous tremors came from the depths of the earth, like multiple mountain peaks rising and falling underground.

The ground of the entire Forbidden City was shaking.

Everyone turned around in surprise, all looking towards the source of the sound.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the earth cracked open.

A group of giants is rushing towards the Forbidden City from the direction of Central China!

Every step they took was like a mini-earthquake, crushing ancient trees along the way into dust and turning boulders into powder.

Before the person even arrived, that wild and ancient aura had already set in, making the air in the city feel even heavier.

"The gods! The gods have arrived!" a rogue cultivator cried out, his voice filled with horror.

"And this suffocating sense of oppression... each one is at least at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm!"