Purple Cloud Palace, Disparity

In less than three breaths, eight Qiangliang warriors of the Great Paragon Realm had all died, leaving only minced meat on the ground.

The king of the Qiangliang Race was still enduring the impact of the Golden Scale Treasure Tree. He was severely injured, and ghastly white bones could be seen on his body.

"Who on earth is he…"

The king of the Qiangliang Race looked up at Jiang Changsheng in shock and anger. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even see Jiang Changsheng's true appearance.

The resplendent golden light was like the barrier between mortals and gods, preventing his eyes from breaking through.

At that moment, he thought of the warning left behind by the Imperial Race. So it was true. Even though the Qiangliang Race had expelled the Human Race, the Human Race had still returned. Furthermore, there was actually such an expert overseeing them.