"But …" Feng Hao's voice suddenly changed. His gaze landed on the bald expert from the Moro Clan, and everyone immediately felt that it was his turn to suffer.
In reality, the bald expert was also terrified at this moment, and a thin layer of sweat had even appeared on his face. Feng Hao's methods were far too shocking. Although the expert from the Shaman Spirit tribe did not die by his hands, he knew that he possessed the power of Heaven's Wrath, and this was enough to make him feel terrified.
"Cut off your own arm, or suffer the same fate as him." Feng Hao's expression was very indifferent, and there was no room for negotiation at all. His eyes stared straight at the bald expert from the Moro Clan.
He wanted to establish his might. The current Human Race could be said to have risen in power, but this was not enough. He needed to let the other races know that even if the Human Race did not have those few sovereigns, they could not be underestimated.
The expression of the expert from the Moro Clan became extremely ugly. He did not know what to do in this situation. Cutting off his own arm was equivalent to lowering his head to the Human Race. The great Moro Clan was one of the most powerful races in the Hundred Races Continent, but they had to lower their head to a Human Race. If news of this spread, he would not be able to raise his head again.
However, if he did not cut off his own arm, he would clearly end up like the expert from the Shaman Spirit tribe. He definitely believed that the Human Race had the ability to make him stay, because the current situation was very clear. The experts from the other races would definitely not lend a hand, and they would isolate him.
At this moment, the bald man was filled with regret. Why was he so despicable back then? He had teased Liu Canyan, and never thought that he would end up in such a disaster. However, there was no medicine for regret in this world. Feng Hao was determined to make him pay a price.
After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, the bald man gritted his teeth. Although cutting off his own arm was a loss of face, it was better than dying. He could still regain his face if he lost it, but he would lose everything if he died.
"Alright, I'm unlucky today."
The bald man gritted his teeth and made up his mind. His left hand flickered with a layer of sharp light, and he ruthlessly chopped off his own arm.
Pfft!
Fresh blood spurted from his mouth as an arm was chopped off from the bald man's body. His complexion had turned extremely pale as he hastily stopped his injuries. Although he was a Divine Lord expert, it would take a long time for him to recover from losing an arm.
Feng Hao's lips curled into a satisfied smile when he saw this. He knew that after today, the entire Hundred Races Continent would be shaken. No one would look down on the human race anymore. Even if there were some foolish races, they would be welcomed by the rise of the human race.
"Then I might leave." The bald man from the Mo Luo Tribe said in a broken voice. Right now, he had already severed one of his arms and could no longer stay. Only heaven knew if Feng Hao and the rest would go back on their words and raise other requests. Otherwise, it would be tragic.
"Of course. I hope that the next time we meet, we won't fight." Feng Hao said with a smile. He had already achieved his objective and there was no need for him to continue being entangled with these experts. After all, every expert here represented a clan.
"Wait."
Just as the many experts heard that Feng Hao could let them leave, a voice stopped them. Everyone looked over and saw the Primordial Sovereign slowly walking out and looking at the many experts.
Immediately, the atmosphere became a little strange. The Primordial Sovereign's request for everyone to stay made these experts feel apprehensive once again. Against a Sovereign, they did not have the slightest ability to resist.
Even Feng Hao was slightly startled. He did not know what the Primordial Sovereign wanted to do. Could it be that he had other plans?
"Elder, what advice do you have for us?"
At this moment, an expert from another race stood out as well. Now that things had come to this, even though he was an Honorable Being, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of attacking you." The Primordial Sovereign swept a glance at them and guessed what they were thinking. He smiled and said, "Not to mention, if I were to attack you, would you still have the chance to stand here and talk to me?"
Hearing that, the group of experts broke out in cold sweat. The Primordial Sovereign was right. If he really wanted to attack them, he wouldn't have waited until now. Furthermore, the Primordial Sovereign had also indicated that he would not attack them. Thus, they heaved a sigh of relief.
"Then, what instructions does Elder have for us?" Since they knew that their lives were in no danger, the expressions on the faces of the experts gradually became natural.
"My request is very simple. Half a month from now, every race in the Hundred Clans Continent must send an emissary to the Elysium Academy. At that time, I will discuss some matters with you." The Primordial Sovereign pondered for a moment before stating his request.
When the Primordial Sovereign stated his request, the atmosphere turned silent once more. Everyone exchanged a glance and had no idea why the Primordial Sovereign would make such a request.
Even Fenghao couldn't understand the reason behind the Grandmist Sovereign's actions. However, after giving it some thought, he understood. The Grandmist Sovereign must have his own reasons for doing this. He could ask him about it after everything was settled.
"Elder, this request is a little difficult. After all, we can only represent our few races. I'm not confident that the other races will come." The expert who spoke earlier smiled bitterly.
Indeed, the Hundred Clans Continent was incomparably vast with hundreds of races. But in reality, no one knew how many races there were. They could only select the top hundred races. Only these top hundred races were the foundation of the Hundred Clans Continent. The other smaller races couldn't even be counted.
"You don't have to worry about that. You only need to pass on my message. In half a month, if the top fifty races don't have a dojo, I will pay a visit to them one by one." The Primordial Sovereign smiled, but his voice contained a trace of coldness.
The experts on the scene were stunned for a moment. Then, they looked at each other and started guessing. They represented one-third of the top 50 clans. As for the other clans, it was still hard to say whether they would appear in the Human Race within half a month.
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