"Winged King, do you want to die?" Upon hearing the words "bastard," Ye Wuxin's expression instantly turned cold.

"You two, what are you doing? Don't forget that we are holding the Hundred Races Conference." Just then, the Sword Martial Saint also flew up.

Upon seeing the Sword Saint, Ye Wuxin became a little more reserved, as he could tell that the being had a close relationship with the human race.

"Let's go." Ye Wuxin turned around and called to Yi Feiyu before continuing to fly towards the meeting place of the demon race in the square below.

Throughout the entire process, Yi Feiyu kept his head down, and no one could see his expression. However, as he brushed past the Winged King, a murderous intent flashed in the Winged King's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, but ultimately suppressed the murderous intent and dared not make a move.

The Winged King turned around and looked at the people flying down. He felt a sense of powerlessness. He couldn't help it; he had just missed the perfect opportunity to kill Yi Feiyu.

"Brother Ye, it's been a long time." The orc warrior saint greeted Ye Wuxin as he came down, but his eyes kept glancing at Yi Feiyu.

"Hehehe... Brother Ye is indeed as good as his reputation, I am truly impressed." A gentle, watery female voice came from behind. She was dressed in blue, with some scales on her forehead and her skin had a faint blue tinge. She was very beautiful and had a very alluring appearance. She was none other than Lan Haiying, the lord of the water tribe.

Following that, powerful figures and kings from the Flame Clan, the Forest Clan, the Earth Clan, and other clans also greeted Ye Wuxin. Everyone showed him great respect, as he was the undisputed number one power and the number one lackey.

Half an hour later, when he saw that everyone had finished catching up, the Sword Saint stopped them.

"Gentlemen, please return to your respective high platforms. The assembly will begin soon."

Soon, everyone around the plaza returned to their respective races' areas, while Ye Wuxin flew to the high platform where the central giant sword was located and stood with the human sword Martial Saint, Xuan Yue, and the Netherworld Sect Martial Saint shrouded in a black cloak.

"Brother Sword, where is the Supreme One?" Ye Wuxin asked telepathically.

"His Majesty has something to attend to. He asked us to inform everyone first. He will be here soon," Sword Saint replied.

"Everyone must be very curious as to why the Hundred Races Conference, which has not been held for nearly a thousand years, has been restarted this time?" the Sword Saint said slowly, his voice echoing in every corner.

"For thousands of years, the hundred races have been constantly at war with each other, and countless people have died on the battlefields of the hundred races every year. Why is this?"

"Resources, everyone wants to become stronger, and becoming stronger means obtaining more resources. Ever since our ancestor, the Sword God, disappeared into the Endless Star Sea, no Martial God has appeared on the Hundred Races Continent for thousands of years. Don't you all have any ideas?"

At this point, Sword Saint paused, then looked at Ye Wuxin.

"Brother Jian is right. Martial God, what an enviable realm. I have been at the peak of Martial Saint for more than three hundred years, and I have not made any progress. In a few hundred years, I will also turn into a cup of dust like those predecessors."

"I'm not reconciled! Every one of you here has gone through countless hardships to reach your current level. Are you reconciled?" Ye Wuxin shouted loudly.

Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances, as if they had gleaned some hidden information from the two men.

"Ye Wuxin, could it be that you have found a way to break through to the Martial God realm?" someone shouted excitedly.

The scene erupted in uproar; everyone was shocked.

Ye Wuxin pressed his hand down, and the crowd gradually quieted down.

"Everyone, please don't get excited yet. I'll continue discussing the matter of the Martial God later. Now, I want to say something that concerns the fate of my Hundred Races Continent." As soon as Ye Wuxin finished speaking, a small red figure flew up from above his head.

"Huh, what's this?"

"It looks like a butterfly."

"No, it's a person. Strange, there doesn't seem to be anyone like this among the hundred races."

Everyone looked at Xiaodie with confusion.

"My Lord." Ye Wuxin nodded to Xiaodie.

Xiao Die understood immediately. She waved her hand in the air, and a huge projection screen appeared in the sky above the square. The screen showed a world different from the Hundred Races Continent. It was the Demon World that Xiao Die had shown Ye Wuxin before.

"As you can probably tell, this isn't the Hundred Races World. This place is the Demon Realm. These races that look somewhat similar to my Demon Race are called Demon Race," Ye Wuxin said slowly.

"Wow..." Everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"The main purpose of this conference is related to the Demon Race. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Demon Realm was connected to our Hundred Races Continent..." Ye Wuxin began to introduce the basic situation of the Demon Race.

After a long silence, the meeting room fell silent. Everyone was still in shock. The words "demon servant," "demon general," and "demon commander" shattered their worldview. They were not even demon servants. When they heard that the demon race had appeared in the Hundred Races Continent, their fear was palpable.

"Brother Ye, if that's the case, what should we do? Where is this secret realm?"

"Yes, they're so good, how could we possibly be their match?"

After regaining their senses, the crowd asked questions one after another.

"Night Without Heart." Just then, the Winged King stood up.

"Demon race, demon race, so similar, I wonder what your relationship is?" the Winged King asked coldly.

“There’s nothing to hide. You just saw that your Asura clan is the ancestor of my Demon race,” Ye Wuxin said.

"No wonder they look so alike, the only difference is that they don't have tails."

"Hahaha, Ye Wuxin, what exactly is your conspiracy? Could it be that you want to lure all of us into that secret realm and conspire with your ancestors to harm us?" the Winged King sneered.

“Winged King, use your brain. If I really wanted to harm everyone, why would I hold a conference? I could just secretly contact them. When the teleportation array is activated a year later and the demon army descends, what will you use to resist?” Ye Wuxin said.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made a lot of sense. The Winged King's expression changed, but he didn't say anything more and sat back down.

"That secret realm can suppress the strength of the demons, at most the Martial God realm, and there won't be too many of them. As long as we unite as one, we may have a chance."

"Most importantly, these demons can help us break through to the Martial God Realm."

"I've said my piece. Those who are willing to participate can stay, and those who are not, that's fine too. Goodbye, but don't be envious afterward," Ye Wuxin said, looking at the powerful figures from various races on the surrounding high platform.

“Brother Ye is absolutely right. Although we have many internal conflicts, the safety of the entire Hundred Races Continent is at stake. The Demon Race is ruthless and will not care about the life or death of our Hundred Races. Once they really appear, we will face a miserable fate. This time, I urge everyone to unite against the common enemy.” Sword Martial Saint cupped his hands in greeting to the surroundings and said.

"I'll participate." A figure stood up; it was the Orc King.

"Hahaha, I am already on my deathbed. Now that I have the opportunity to break through to the Martial God realm, what does it matter if I die?"

“My aquatic tribe also participated.”

"The Flame Clan..."

"The Wind Clan..."

Soon the entire venue was filled with excitement. The people present were not fools. Not to mention breaking through the temptation of the God of War, if the demons really appeared, they would also perish. They might as well take a chance now.

Ye Wuxin and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

"Moo..."

Just then, a cow's bellow came from below the platform, and Niu Er, who had been fast asleep below, slowly stood up.

Immediately afterwards, several figures flew out of the Sword God Sect. They were Dongfang, Xiaolongnu, and Mengmeng riding on a black dog.

"Miss Dongfang, Miss Long." Sword Martial Saint Ye Wuxin quickly greeted them.

"Dao Yi is back." Dongfang Bubai nodded.

Everyone present looked at the newly appeared group with confusion, seemingly feeling that Ye Wuxin and the others treated them with great respect.

"Who is that person?"

"Never seen it before, it looks like it should be human."

"Strange, that bull..." The Orc King looked at the giant bull below the platform with some doubt. The sound it made just now made his bloodline tremble.

Just as people were wondering, a myriad of rays of light appeared in the distant sky, and a powerful aura emanated from the horizon.

Under everyone's gaze, a figure slowly appeared in the air, looking down upon all living beings. At that moment, everyone felt a sense of awe.

"Greetings, Your Excellency." Ye Wuxin and the others on the high platform hurriedly bowed.

"..."

This gesture shocked all the surrounding tribes. Who was this person? How could even Ye Wuxin be so respectful?

"I have found the secret realm of the Eastern Continent." Li Daoyi's voice slowly came.

Ye Wuxin and the others then realized that the Venerable One had come late to confirm the location of the secret realm.

After saying that, Li Daoyi slowly descended from the sky.

"Wow, there are quite a few people here," Li Daoyi said, looking around.

"Your Excellency, apart from a few Martial Saints who stayed behind, almost all the races have arrived," Ye Wuxin said.

"Okay, get ready and divide the people into ten groups. We'll set off for that secret realm in three days." Li Dao nodded.

"Yes," Ye Wuxin, Sword Martial Saint, and Xuan Yue quickly replied.

“Soul aura…you are the Martial Saint of the Netherworld Sect?” Li Daoyi then looked at the cloaked man beside him.

The Netherworld Sect Martial Saint, completely shrouded in a cloak, nodded.

"Cultivating with your soul is too sinister; you will surely be punished by the underworld after death. You should take heed of this."

After saying that, Li Dao nodded to the group in the east and then flew away from the giant sword platform.

After Li Daoyi and his group left, everyone looked at Ye Wuxin, wanting to hear his explanation of who this suddenly appearing stranger was.

"The Venerable One we just spoke of is a being who surpasses even the God of War, which is why we have the confidence to convene the Hundred Races Conference this time," said the Sword Martial Saint.

"Surpassing the God of War..."

"No wonder I couldn't see through his cultivation level."

"When did our Hundred Races Continent have such a powerful figure?"

"The new War God of the human race?"

"That aura just now was terrifying; it certainly surpassed that of a Martial Saint."

The scene immediately erupted in excitement, with people discussing it animatedly. Li Daoyi, who had just arrived at Sword God Mountain, also smiled, as he gained a large number of points.