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Those giants, like ancient gods, came to a sudden halt outside the Forbidden City, kicking up dust several feet high.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a figure could be seen on the shoulder of each giant.

They were surrounded and obscured by their respective innate laws, making their faces indistinct.

Only vague outlines, like those of immortals and gods, could be seen, sitting casually.

A voice, hoarse and strained, came from within the city: "The twelve imperial clans of the gods..."

Just hearing the name made everyone's bodies tense up, and they were terrified by the power of the gods.

Tuoba Zhenren sat at the head of the table, his left hand resting on his knee, his expression indifferent.

In this generation, the Golden Palace lineage has a prince born, so its status is naturally higher than that of other lineages.

However, this does not mean that the person behind him is much weaker than him.

Each of them is a prodigy with profound talent at the foundation of the Great Emperor's power.

For these guys, the title of an imperial prince is not enough to make them bow down!

This order is only temporary in the face of conflict with foreign tribes.

The scrutinizing gaze of the Tuoba Town people swept over the true dragon, then swept over the great golden crow.

The dozen or so divine avatars remained, standing in stark contrast to the two.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the thousand-foot-long dragon coiled in the clouds finally made a move.

He casually opened one of his dragon eyes and glanced at the gods.

His gaze lingered on the Tuoba town people for only half a breath before he withdrew it and closed his eyes again.

Then a long breath escaped from the dragon's nostrils, carrying undisguised disappointment.

"Are you the only ones from the Divine Race? Where is the Emperor's son? Didn't he come?"

Biyang crossed his arms over his chest, his reaction was even more direct, he didn't even bother to say a word.

It gives people the feeling that "I, the Crown Prince, have waited for so long in vain".

The two beings of the most noble bloodline in the world reacted in an unusually unanimous manner.

This is not to say that the two of them looked down on the gods.

The terror of this race is self-evident; the dozen or so prodigies before us are the best proof.

But that's how they see it.

Only the strongest of the current generation of gods is worthy to be their opponent, and is worthy to make them take things seriously!

What kind of beings are they?

One is a true dragon, the number one bloodline in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! An unparalleled prodigy born from the blood of three great emperors!

One of them is one of the few Golden Crows in the world, who has awakened the complete Demon Emperor Body of the demon race!

Each represents the pinnacle of their race, and the imperial prince is naturally the one whose status is equal to theirs.

Even with a multitude of ancient oddities, it still falls short in the end.

Following their reactions, the entire world fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads, fearing that these monsters might start fighting at the slightest provocation.

The people of Tuoba Town remained expressionless, showing no sign of joy or anger, and did not fly into a rage as they had imagined.

People only know that the gods are easily angered, tyrannical, and kill at the slightest provocation.

But that only applies to those inferior gods with low bloodlines who cannot control the violent and powerful bloodline laws within them.

These prodigies at the pinnacle of their abilities are able to perfectly control this divinely bestowed power from birth and transform it into their own strength.

The attitude of Zhenlong and Jinwu was within the expectations of the Tuoba Town people; they knew this would happen before they even arrived.

These arrogant guys thought only Jin Wudao could be their equal, and considered the rest to be nothing more than his foils.

Can it serve as a foil?

He, a native of Tuoba Town, had suppressed an entire era. He was the eighth-generation descendant of Jinque, one of the Eight Forbidden Prodigies! He possessed his own pride!

He wasn't angry about it, but he didn't need to prove anything to anyone!

In the upcoming battle between immortals and gold, strength will naturally speak for itself!

The other members of the Protoss remained in their respective positions, making no move.

Like the people of Tuoba Town, they don't need to prove to anyone whether they are worthy of being regarded as opponents!

If they were truly angry about this, it would only make them seem like they care less than Jin Wudao.

The people of Tuoba Town did not dwell on the attitudes of Zhenlong and Jinwu.

Whether Jin Wudao comes or not is unimportant!

He slowly swept his gaze across the entire area and gave a cold laugh: "As for the human race, we are all in position, yet the human race, as the rulers of the Eastern Wilderness, cannot even find a decent figure."

"Is it because they disdain sharing the stage with us outsiders, or is it...?"

A mocking glint flashed in those indifferent golden eyes: "Or is it that your human race has no one of worth mentioning in this generation?"

After the Tuoba Town people finished speaking, Wangjincheng fell into a brief silence.

The surrounding humans exchanged bewildered glances, instinctively clenching their fists in anxiety.

Yes, where are their human race's pride?

Golden Crow, True Dragon, and now even the gods have descended, but the human race is nowhere to be seen. All we can see is a Dao Child. Could it be that something has happened?

A disciple from Hundred Forging Mountain stood at the edge of the crowd, his face calm, unlike his fellow clansmen who were looking around.

He had seen several people with special physical characteristics at the Beidou Holy Land.

As it happened, while strolling around here, I spotted a few of them with my sharp eyes.

They had already arrived at the Forbidden City.

They simply didn't arrive as ostentatiously or in a grand manner as those other tribes.

"Ha, when did the gods learn to turn the tables? We've been here all along, it's just that you're not capable enough to notice."

Just as everyone was getting anxious, an incomparably domineering voice crashed into the lake, shattering the silence of Wangjincheng.

Everyone looked toward the city gate.

A purplish-red figure stood with his arms crossed, his aura so fierce it rivaled that of a god, and he looked down at the gods with disdain.

Appearing with him were Chi Qinghan, Jiang Xi, and Si Chen.

A young cultivator suddenly stood up, spilling wine all over the table without noticing, and pointed at the speaker: "That's a Overlord Body!"

"The one speaking is Ba Cang of the Ji family! One of the two pillars of my human race, look at that purplish-red aura!"

Not far away, an old cultivator from the Northern Region gazed at the faintly visible starlight: "Stellar radiance surrounding him, there's no mistake, it's the Zhou Tian Body..."

A female cultivator next to her looked regretful, wishing she could start over: "So that means... those two women are the Dao Embryo and the Taiyin Body!"

"I just saw the two of them discussing philosophy in the pavilion. They looked somewhat familiar, but I never imagined I would miss them so easily..."

In the corner, the chaotic figure that had stood up sat back down.

The dog-like creature beside him glanced up at the group of people, then lay back down.

Tuoba Zhenren frowned, staring intently at Ba Cang, as if recalling some past events.

There was a clear change in the mist of laws surrounding him.

Some people changed their sitting posture, and some turned their heads slightly to the side.

Lei Liecang spoke first, but his tone was unclear: "There are a few good ones, though."

Cangming Shenyue's gaze fell on the figure shrouded in Yin energy, lingering for a moment before looking away.

"Oh? That's interesting..."

After the group appeared, the black dragon flicked its tail, its voice clearly showing surprise.

He had indeed only sensed a few decent auras within the city.

There were Taoist priests and Buddhist monks... but these four were not included!

It takes real skill to evade his senses.

However, he was only surprised for a moment before regaining his composure.

To him, these people were nothing more than that; they weren't significant enough to warrant any further attention.