Looking at the thirteen Lifeless race experts devoid of any life force.
Shang Jiawei waved his hand and retrieved the Great Starfire, tossing the thirteen foundation-level Imperial Crystals and Soul Orbs to Lin Zhan.
"Good grandson, consider this compensation as interest collected by your ancestor. If the Undead race doesn't give me a satisfactory explanation, ancestor will personally kill their four Emperor-level powerhouses to avenge you."
Lin Zhan, with a greedy look, pocketed the Imperial Crystals and Soul Orbs.
Now, Young Master Lin was completely convinced by this smiling assassin of an ancestor.
For no other reason than Shang Jiawei being so protective and devious, Young Master Lin had to become the biggest good grandson in his ancestor's eyes.
Not to mention Zhang Haoming, the little Daoist priest, who was Young Master Lin's number one lackey.
Seeing the Imperial Crystals and Soul Orbs thrown by Shang Jiawei, the little fatty's small eyes, already not large, were so creased with joy that they turned into slits.
Sensing the nearly one hundred strands of soul power in the void, Shang Jiawei said with a smile,
"Rest assured, our Great Shang is the most reasonable. The Necromancer race among the Undead sent an Emperor to my Huaxia to assassinate a descendant of our Platinum bloodline. Therefore, my killing of the Undead race's foundations is justifiable."
"Go back and tell the old coffins in your homes that an Emperor-level powerhouse has emerged in Huaxia. If any of you disagree, come and fight me, so those old fellows won't say I'm bullying children by killing these foundation-level Emperors."
After speaking, Shang Jiawei no longer paid attention to the soul powers of these myriad race Emperors and led the Huaxia Human Emperors back to the home planet.
After Shang Jiawei left, these myriad race Emperors began to converse.
"I never expected that the Emperor-level great power of Huaxia would be Shang Jiawei, that smiling tiger. Life is going to be difficult from now on."
"Shang Jiawei alone is manageable, but I hope his grandfather doesn't revive."
A beast race Tigerman foundation-level expert, looking burly and fierce, spoke.
Ye Lao Er's voice echoed from the depths of the void, roaring at the speaker.
"Hu Biyang, are you truly a tiger? Shang Jiawei's grandfather, Ming, has the cultivation of a high-level Great Emperor. In this era where even Emperor-level beings are not prominent, if he were to emerge, he would be directly erased by the chaotic forces."
As soon as Ye Lao Er finished speaking, the myriad race Emperor-level foundation experts collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
Some of the hot-tempered myriad race foundation experts directly cursed Hu Biyang.
"Hu Biyang, you tiger-brained idiot, you don't have a brain and you come out to scare everyone. You're really not human."
"This Grandpa Hu was never human to begin with. You bunch of idiots can't even figure out such a simple issue."
Hu Biyang knew he was in the wrong and didn't retort, merely grumbling to himself.
Seeing the situation beginning to devolve into infighting, Ye Lao Er quickly roared at everyone.
"You bunch of bastards, shut your mouths. Ming of Great Shang cannot revive, but what about the rest of you? Especially if those old guys Chang Ruo and Cao Yu revive, wouldn't they be more troublesome than Ming?"
Ye Lao Er's words plunged the myriad race foundation experts into silence. Chang Ruo and Cao Yu, though not Great Emperors, were at the peak of the Emperor-level.
Furthermore, both of them held official positions bestowed by Huaxia's destiny. If a conflict were to arise, even an ordinary Great Emperor would struggle to defeat them.
Seeing the suddenly speechless crowd, Hu Biyang quickly said,
"It's normal for these two to be more troublesome than Ming, because one is Ming's father, and the other is Ming's grandfather. Their seniority is unmatched."
Hu Biyang's words were like a spark thrown into a powder keg, instantly igniting chaos among the myriad race foundation experts.
Ye Lao Er, furious, roared at the other beastmen.
"Can you bunch of idiots keep an eye on this Hu Biyang fellow? Why did you let him out? Do you intend for us to start killing each other first?"
On the other side, the Huaxia group.
They gathered around Shang Jiawei, watching the bickering of the myriad race Emperor-level experts through a bronze mirror with smiles.
Lin Zhan smacked his lips and said, "Damn, that big tiger is a treasure. If you old ancestors see him in the future, don't kill him. This Hu Bi... Hu Bi what's-his-name."
"Hu Biyang, the Tigerman Hu Biyang," the little Daoist priest quickly reminded his boss, whose name he had forgotten.
"Yes, it's this Hu Biyang. I plan to get along well with him. This tiger might be worth an army group to me. Perhaps this fellow can even lead a few races to surrender."
The more Lin Zhan looked at Hu Biyang, the more satisfied he became, and he preemptively briefed the ancestors.
Just in case these old ruthless men were feeling weak one day and decided to slaughter the big tiger for wine.
Yu Longyan nodded and said,
"Zhan'er, this idea of yours is good. We might even cultivate a tiger traitor. If he acts as a guide and passes on intelligence, that would be a good option."
The other Human Emperors also nodded in agreement with Yu Longyan's words.
Upon returning to Huaxia, Lin Zhan and his group immediately proceeded to the Human Ancestral Court.
After organizing all the troops, Yu Longyan said to Shang Tang and Li Siyi.
"Tang, you take Siyi to the Myriad Races Battlefield to guard for a while. Recall Wang Jian and Meng Tian, and bring their legions back with them. The Human King's Palace will leave you a guard force of ten million. Everything else will proceed according to Zhan'er's plan."
Shang Tang nodded and said to Lin Zhan,
"Zhan'er, go ahead and do it boldly. Whoever dares to stop you, just have General Xuan Shang and the others lead their men to ransack their homes. Kill anyone who disagrees, and there will be no more opposition."
Before Lin Zhan could speak, the little Daoist priest nodded.
"Ancestor, that's a great idea. Big brother, let's do it this way. I'll go see who has more money and ransack a few houses first."
The members of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, who had rushed over after receiving the news to attend the meeting, quickly grabbed the little Daoist priest by his collar and pulled him back.
Zhang Qingxuan, the contemporary Heavenly Master, said to the little Daoist priest who was still struggling in mid-air: Su Dan Novel Network
"Ming'er, how have you become even more of a bandit than the bandits of Great Shang? This is not good."
The people of Great Shang looked at this untalkative old Daoist with darkened expressions.
Di Xin said to Zhang Qingxuan impatiently, "Can you speak properly, kid? If you keep talking like this, don't blame me for beating you."
Before Zhang Qingxuan could reply, the four old Daoist priests behind him stood up and said,
"What, is Great Shang so arrogant? Are you bullying our Heavenly Master's Mansion for having no one?"
Following their words, the imposing pressure of four foundation-level Emperor experts flickered from the four old Daoist priests.