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Everyone turned their attention to that direction.

The young disciple looked on with curiosity, while the successors of the major sects narrowed their eyes.

The old fogies opened their eyes, but their attitude was different from before.

No one spoke, yet everyone present could feel the aura of disgust emanating from their bloodline.

The other party has ill intentions!

A cold glint flashed in Feng Yuan's old eyes.

He glanced in the direction of the Big Dipper. Wang Batian, who had just been almost asleep, now became serious.

This is the tacit understanding between two old monsters over the years.

With a whoosh!

From within the crack, four figures descended like divine warriors, their terrifying power scattering all spiritual energy, causing the earth to tremble.

They took a step and arrived at the main peak banquet.

Beidou did not activate the Imperial Array defense, seemingly waiting for the opponent's arrival.

The leader was an old man who looked even more withered than Wang Batian.

His physique was not much different from that of humans, except that he was taller, had golden skin, and was covered with law patterns that humans did not have.

His body was shrouded in a visible black and gray death aura, and he exuded a majestic holy power. He was an old monster at the semi-saint level who was nearing the end of his lifespan!

Upon seeing this person, the old-timers present twitched their eyelids. No wonder the gods dared to come!

A half-saint! And one whose lifespan is nearing its end, who has already disregarded life and death.

If the human race wants to keep them here today, this old man can take everyone present with him to their deaths at any time!

But no one was too worried. This was Beidou's territory. Even if you wanted to self-destruct, you would have to ask the Imperial Weapon and those old relics if they would agree!

A middle-aged man followed behind the old man.

He and the old man were of the same clan, and his body was filled with the aura of a saint. This was yet another half-saint! And one with a full lifespan!

The presence of an old half-saint on the verge of death and a half-saint at the peak of his power was even more terrifying than the two old monsters that the Feng family and the Beidou family had sent out.

But what's truly unsettling are the two young gods at the very back.

If the previous two demigods were merely arrogant and disdainful...

Those two were like wild beasts, their eyes filled with a suppressed savagery.

This is the true divine race. Unlike human cultivators, they do not cultivate mental techniques, but only a single law.

Human cultivators cultivate essence, energy, and spirit, and they need to hone their Dao heart starting from the Core Formation stage.

The gods, on the other hand, only need to temper their bodies through slaughter and comprehend the laws of nature in battle, so they are naturally warlike and bloodthirsty.

These two individuals have already reached a level comparable to the Purple Mansion Realm of the human race.

Although it was clearly forcibly built up using forbidden secret techniques, his aura was weak and unstable, and his life was not long.

The two grinned, their gazes sweeping over the Beidou disciples below the stage as if they were looking at a flock of lambs.

Everyone frowned; this was the first time they had ever seen a god.

Then they stared intently at Feng Zhi, sensing the aura of his natural enemy emanating from him.

Some old-fashioned people couldn't help but worry and voiced their concerns.

"They're clearly after the Human Emperor's Body and the Dao Embryo. Are they planning to sacrifice their own people in a desperate exchange?"

"It's alright, they're just two weaklings with shallow foundations. The prodigies of our human race are not that weak!" an old antique sneered.

"But they are ultimately two cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm, and also members of the Divine Race, and they just happened to appear during the great battle between the two..."

"Don't panic, just watch..."

The elder of the divine race ignored those gazes. He glanced at Jiang Xi and Feng Zhi, and finally looked at Wang Batian's position.

For the old man, there were only two people present who were worthy of speaking to him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, it's been many years." His voice was like a candle about to go out, old and divine.

He then looked at the Feng family's seats and let out a laugh that was neither clear nor pleasant.

"Hehehehe, I guessed that Fellow Daoist Feng would be here as well, which is why he called me, a junior, to help me out."

As he spoke, he stepped aside, revealing the middle-aged semi-saint behind him.

The middle-aged man nodded and bowed in the direction of Wang Batian and Feng Yuan using the ritual etiquette of the gods.

His actions appeared polite, yet they carried an air of indifference towards all living beings.

That was the arrogance inherent in this race, etched into their bones and blood, even when facing two veteran demigods.

Not to mention, this was just a vassal race of the gods in the past!

The two people above did not reply, and Feng Yuan glanced at Wang Batian.

He was asking whether your Beidou Myriad Transformations Imperial Weapon had sensed the divine race's imperial weapon.

If not, they wouldn't need to waste words; they could simply kill them and be done with it.

Wang Batian slowly shook his head, his eyes very solemn. He sensed forbidden power in the middle-aged half-saint.

Feng Yuan's eyes showed disappointment.

This old fellow from the divine race doesn't seem to be old enough to be senile yet. Relying on his approaching lifespan and the fact that he possesses an imperial weapon, he dares to risk his life to come to the territory of other humans.

Since the other side has brought an imperial weapon, there is no need for either side to fight.

The old man noticed their movements, but he was not in a hurry. He had come to test the Human Emperor's physique, and he hoped that they could avoid fighting if possible.

Wang Batian regained his composure, his eyelids drooping.

"Tuoba the old devil, you're still alive? You've come to my human territory today, do you want to start a war?"

The moment the name "Tuoba" was uttered, the old fogies of various sects and the leaders of extreme forces all changed color.

The Tuoba clan of the Divine Race, one of the twelve Divine Emperors, and a direct descendant of the Golden Palace Emperor.

This lineage's killing power ranks among the top in the divine race. Their ancestor, the Emperor, once fought a fierce battle with the Great Accomplished Holy Spirit for three days and three nights, finally tearing him apart, bathing in holy blood, and proving himself to become an Emperor!

The old god seemed to thoroughly enjoy the shock and fear the human race felt.

He laughed again: "Hehehe, fellow Daoist, what are you saying? This is merely my own will."

"It has nothing to do with race. I am simply nearing the end of my life and have come to reminisce with you two."

The sound intensified as his lifespan drew near.

Wang Batian didn't want to waste any more time with him: "Stop talking about friendship all the time. Enough with the chit-chat, just say what you want to say. I have nothing to do with your divine race!"

These words were tantamount to overturning the table.

Everyone in the seats stared coldly at the four people below. If a half-saint had spoken, what was there to be afraid of?

The old god seemed unconcerned by what he said. Perhaps it was because his lifespan was nearing its end and he had seen through everything, but he didn't exhibit the arrogant and slow-paced manner typical of gods throughout the entire conversation.

"Then let me make things clear."

"Today is a grand ceremony for the human race, with people of all physiques gathered together, and the Golden Crow Clan has also come from afar."

"As fellow powerful clans on the same planet, if my divine race doesn't come to see the younger generation of this generation, wouldn't we be stagnating and reinventing the wheel?"

Old Ghost glanced at the two young gods behind him, and the two instantly understood each other.

The two men's eyes, imbued with the golden law, fell upon the person in the center of the stage.

Feng Zhi clasped his hands in a fist salute, watching the old ghost earnestly spout nonsense.

"The great era has begun, and the prodigies of all races are springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The sons of my divine race will inevitably have to deal with the human race in the future."

"Now that I've heard of the appearance of the human emperor, I might as well verify what I've been thinking."

He paused, looked at Feng Zhi, and then glanced in the direction of Jiang Xi and the others.

"These old bones of mine won't last much longer. Before I die, I must see for myself the truth about the gods, so that no one will offend the wrong person and lose their life in vain."