Furthermore, the Primordial Desolate Tribe was currently at war with the Mysterious Underworld Tribe.
The Void Race had killed 10,000 of their warriors as soon as they had arrived, and they were so aggressive that they even wanted to be their fathers. How could they swallow this anger just because they had killed 10 of their Limitless Dao's warriors?
"Foreign Affairs Division?"
Su Yuhan found this strange. However, he quickly changed his tone and said, "I don't care what kind of Division Head you are. You don't have the right to speak to me. You asked Ye Tianze to come here personally to become the Primordial Desolate Ruler? You don't even want to see me, the leader of the diplomatic mission? "
Wan Tong furrowed his brows. The surrounding guards were also glaring at him.
Zhao Mingli, on the other hand, was still smiling as he said, "First of all, you have to understand that this is the Primordial Desolate Tribe, not the Void Tribe!"
Although his words were still soft, Su Yuhan restrained himself a little after listening to them. He said coldly, "What do you want? Do you really want to start a war with the Void Tribe? You already can't afford to offend the Mysterious Underworld Tribe. What will you do if you offend the Void Tribe as well? "
"First of all …"
Zhao Mingli glanced at him and hesitated for a moment. "According to the rules of the civilizations of the myriad realms, there is no such thing as a diplomatic mission between civilizations. You are not an emissary, and you are not an emissary. You are at most a messenger."
At this point, Zhao Mingli deliberately paused for a moment to size up his expression. "If you are only a messenger, then naturally, you are not qualified to be an emissary. You are not qualified to be received by His Majesty personally."
Sure enough, Su Yuhan's expression changed when he heard this. He had never expected that this person before him would be so clear about the rules of the myriad realms.
Even Wan Tong was a little surprised. How did Zhao Mingli know about this? Could His Majesty have told him? That was impossible!
Under the circumstances, His Majesty couldn't have told Zhao Mingli about this. Otherwise, he would have been cheating.
Thinking of this, Wan Tong suddenly felt some admiration for Zhao Mingli. If it wasn't His Majesty who told him, then it was natural that he had obtained it through other channels.
Seeing that Su Yuhan was no longer angry, Zhao Mingli continued, "As a messenger, you broke into the territory of the Primeval Desolate Clan and killed tens of thousands of our soldiers. What do you think your punishment should be?"
When he said the last four words, Zhao Mingli's expression turned extremely cold. All the cultivators present felt a chill run down their spines. Wan Tong, who was beside him, subconsciously shivered.
As expected of Zhao Mingli, who had stirred up a storm in the Human Race in the past. Even though he was only at the Dao Integration Realm, his aura was extraordinary. This made Wan Tong feel as if he was together with his wife, Lee Chao-young.
As long as Lee Chao-young glared at him, Wan Tong could only admit defeat.
"Isn't it just ten thousand warriors?"
Su Yuhan's expression was cold as he said, "The Void Tribe can afford it. However, is it worth it for the Primeval Desolate Clan to go to war with the Void Tribe because of these ten thousand warriors? You should calculate this debt properly. How many of your Desolate Tribe's warriors will die in the Dao of Heavenspan? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? A million? Or more than ten million? "
Wan Tong's expression was cold. They were clear about this.
"They can die proudly on the battlefield, but they definitely can't be executed by you rascals!"
Zhao Mingli quickly replied, "You say you can afford it? No, you can't. In the eyes of the Primeval Desolate Clan, they are not ten thousand. They are ten thousand men of flesh and blood. They are the warriors of the Primeval Desolate Clan. They have parents, brothers, and children. Furthermore … Do you know that the Primeval Desolate Clan didn't retreat in the face of the allied forces of the ten thousand realms? "
Su Yuhan shook his head. He felt that the human in front of him, who was only at the Dao Integration Realm, was much more terrifying than the fierce-looking fatty beside him.
"Because we don't want to be slaves to anyone. We don't want to lower our heads and beg for mercy without dignity. Therefore, we choose to fight!"
Zhao Mingli said, "We would rather die proudly on the battlefield than lower our heads and be slaughtered by you like fish on the chopping board. So, we choose to fight! We fight … to let you know that the warriors of the Primeval Desolate Clan are not so easy to kill. If you kill them, you will have to pay the price. The price will be blood! "
Wan Tong had always been very calm. However, when he heard Zhao Mingli's ungenerous statement, he felt that his blood had been ignited.
Since the beginning of the Human Tribe, they had never been willing to be slaves. They had marched forward with their heads held high. They were willing to die on the battlefield!
Countless sacrifices had been made in the hopes that one day, their warriors would no longer be treated like ants. The millions of people of the Human Tribe would no longer have their dignity trampled upon.
They could walk with their heads held high and choose their own Dao. They could face any power head-on and not lower their heads!
When the Human Tribe became the Primeval Desolate Clan, they no longer had to fight for the word "Human". However, they still had to fight for their beliefs.
They had to fight for the word "Primeval Desolate". This word represented their dignity, their beliefs, and their Dao!
"You killed ten thousand warriors of the Primeval Desolate Clan. Therefore, the Void Tribe will have to pay with ten thousand lives!" Zhao Mingli stood up and glared at him coldly.
His tone was not agitated. In fact, it was somewhat calm. However, there was a heavy pressure in this calmness that made it difficult for Su Yuhan to breathe.
He did not understand why a Dao Integration Realm cultivator could make him feel so pressured. However, he knew that this person was not easy to deal with at all.
Zhao Mingli sat down slowly. His words came from the bottom of his heart. Besides the warriors of the Dark Tribe, there were probably not many people alive who understood Ye Tianze's intentions better than him!
They had worked hard for two lifetimes to walk out of the Portrait of All Living Beings. Today, the ants had finally become elephants. They had done this so that they would no longer be treated like ants!
This was what their King had done. He was not as noble as the Lord of the Paramita Shore, who had held up an umbrella for all living beings!
He had only held up an umbrella for the Primeval Desolate Clan. All the warriors of the Primeval Desolate Clan were willing to sacrifice their lives for their King.
At this moment, Su Yuhan finally understood why the Primeval Desolate Clan had reacted so strongly. This was like the Void Tribe facing the all-heavens civilizations. They could only choose to lower their heads.
However, the Primeval Desolate Clan was not willing to lower their heads. They were willing to fight a war for the sake of ten thousand people who had been slaughtered. This was the foundation of their clan. This was their belief!
Even if they were facing the Void Tribe, which they simply could not defeat.
At this moment, Su Yuhan finally understood why the Primeval Desolate Clan had been in a stalemate with the all-heavens alliance for so long in the Path Through Heaven.
This firm belief that they would win together and lose together was something that countless civilizations in the all-heavens had never had before.
Perhaps they had once had such a belief, but it had been crushed by reality and shattered by the immense pressure.
"If the Emissary can repay this blood debt to the Primeval Desolate Clan by sacrificing 9,990 lives of the Void Tribe, then …"
Zhao Mingli said, "We are willing to sit down calmly with the Void Tribe and discuss how to deal with the Mysterious Underworld Race!"
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