Maha must be of a remarkably high status as the Supre Lords were so respectful towards him.
He had already been as strong as a world lord, which was probably why it was not too difficult for him to get a Heavenly Destiny in another universe.
He was not a Supre Lord, but a Godly Genius.
Maha had the true qualifications to beco a True God.
Maha wiped the blood off his mouth, shook his head, and said, “I've co here on behalf of the Sacred race and I have only one goal this ti.”
“Just tell us,” Supre Lord of Oracle said coldly. She was clutching the small, exquisite sword in her hand so tight, and the knuckles of her hand were almost white.
If both sides fell out, she would kill him imdiately. But Maha was a Godly Genius with the potential to beco a True God. Since the Sacred race had dared send him to negotiate, they must definitely have a way to protect him.
Maha smiled faintly as he said, “The truth is that we do not like to fight and kill. We shouldn't use force to resolve this matter if we can help it. This is too barbaric.”
“Oh? You an that the Sacred race will withdraw from our universe?” Supre Lord of Oracle asked.
The other Supre Lords listened attentively, not knowing just what Maha was up to.
Every race in the universe would be quite relieved if the mbers of the Sacred race were to leave the universe.
Maha shook his head. “There are over a hundred thousand supre worlds in this universe, with vast lands and sparse population. Our Sacred race has a countless number of descendants. We can establish our own sect here and coexist harmoniously with you. What do you think?”
Everyone was shocked at Maha's words.
Zen sneered.
What Maha said was surprising and his intention was unfathomable. The Sacred race was much stronger than many races in the universe. If this race passed through the Sighing Wall and established their own sect here, they could easily take control of this universe with their firm backing and support.
“Personally, I think this plan is really good,” Maha said with a broad smile.
Supre Lord of Oracle looked solemn as she turned to look at the head of the Celestial Position race who was standing beside her.
Master Feng mirrored Supre Lord of Oracle's expression. These Supre Lords were communicating with each other through the life vitality.
They had understood what the Sacred race was planning on doing the mont Maha had proposed this plan.
The Sacred race never lost an opportunity to invade the universe, but right now, they didn't want an all-out war.
If the Supre Lords agreed to Maha's request, they could give Zen and the other Godly Geniuses more ti.
As long as two or three of the ten Godly Geniuses beca True Gods, they would have a chance to change the fate of the entire universe.
The Sacred race was formidable, but they ca from another universe, not the divine land.
The Supre Lords discussed this matter for a long ti, during which many of them began to argue among themselves.
Maha was showing great patience. He had both hands behind his back as his gaze swept past the Supre Lords and landed on Zen and the others, observing them carefully.
When the Sacred race had invaded the universe, they had slaughtered a number of mbers of the Spring race. They had obtained a lot of information after searching their souls continuously. The ten Godly Geniuses were publicly known throughout the universe, and Maha had a good understanding of who these young people were.
Maha knew that the hope of the universe rested on these little fellows.
But Maha didn't feel like taking the risk of killing them.
Although he didn't care too much about his own safety, he would be in a spot if he acted right now and the Supre Lords attacked him.
His life was more precious than the lives of these Godly Geniuses.
“We can agree to their plan. This plan is beneficial to us!”
“As long as we prevent them from taking any action at this mont, Nathan will eventually beco a True God.”
“What we only lack is ti!”
So of the Supre Lords agreed with Maha's demands, including Supre Lord of Original Sin. He had put too much effort into cultivating Nathan, so he had a great deal of confidence in him.
But the other Supre Lords were against it.
“This kind of compromise is just futile!”
“We should counterattack and block them off from the edge of the supre worlds. And we should not give them any chance to enter the universe!”
“Pinning our hopes on soone else's kindness is very foolish.”
The Supre Lords held differing opinions on this issue and continuously argued with each other.
However, the head of the Celestial Position race was silent the whole ti. The Supre Lords, having found it impossible to persuade each other, turned to look at the head of the Celestial Position race.
Supre Lord of Oracle, Supre Lord of Original Sin and Supre Lord of Thunder Punishnt were on a level with the head of the Celestial Position race. As top-rank Supre Lords, they carried the Heavenly Destiny which was far more powerful than that of an ordinary Supre Lord. But the head of the Celestial Position race was more influential in terms of prestige. After all, he was the successor of the Holy Being's disciple.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said through the life vitality, “I think... Have you missed sothing?”
The Supre Lords looked at each other, but most of them did not figure out what they had missed.
Supre Lord of Oracle said, “They are not willing to make a move.”
Master Feng nodded. “Yes. And why are they unwilling to make a move?”
If the Sacred race truly had absolute strength, Maha wouldn't have brought those Supre Lords from another universe here to negotiate with them.
The Sacred race could directly gather True Gods to occupy the supre worlds one by one.
Negotiation ant a lack of confidence and strength.
“Do you an to say that the Sacred race does not dare to fight?” Supre Lord of Original Sin asked.
“I'm willing to take a gamble,” the head of the Celestial Position race nodded.
There was nothing in this world that they could be absolutely sure of. Since the opponent was willing to negotiate, it ant that they did not wish to start an all-out war. Plain and simple.
Many Supre Lords continued to think about it, their faces betraying none of their thoughts.
If they truly agreed to Maha's request, the Sacred race might not comply with their agreent. An all-out war would erupt once the Sacred race was ready for battle.
After all, the strong would never need to reason with the weak. And by then, it would be too late for regrets.
But how would they deal with it if an agreent couldn't be reached during the negotiation? What would they do if the Sacred race launched an attack?
But the head of the Celestial Position race was willing to take a big gamble.
He believed that the Sacred race wouldn't dare make a move, that Zen and the others would be able to return from the Divine Refinent Forbidden Land, making great progress in cultivation in a short period of ti, and that they could beco world lords and True Gods, even!
Once the Supre Lords had carefully analyzed this matter, they understood that the head of the Celestial Position race was right.
It would be a sha if they temporarily appeased the Sacred race but ended up dead. They might as well take a gamble right now and stop these people at the edge of the supre worlds from moving an inch further.
The Supre Lords quickly ca to an agreent.
The head of the Celestial Position race glanced at Maha once again. Maha knew that this group of Supre Lords had reached an agreent, but he still smiled and asked, “So? What about my suggestion?” To him, the humans and the ogres were inferior races.
These races didn't have a noble purpose of survival. In fact, they would compromise anything and everything in order to survive.
But Master Feng responded, “There are many races in the universe, and no supre world is superfluous. I represent all the forces in the universe as I reject your plan.”
Maha's cynical smile disappeared at Master Feng's words. He was cursing him from within, but his voice was calm as he threatened Master Feng. “You have only one chance.”
Everything would have been okay if Maha hadn't made such threatening remarks.
But at his words, Master Feng and the other Supre Lords laughed.
When one beca a Supre Lord, their ntal states beca stable as steel. Their decision couldn't change that easily.
Maha's threat had exposed the fact that the Sacred race had not enough confidence and strength.
Even Zen and the others saw that the Sacred race was bluffing.
“We don't need the Sacred race giving us opportunities. You can start a war if you have the guts!” Lawson laughed coldly.
Of these ten Godly Geniuses, Lawson was the most eccentric. In fact, his character was sowhat similar to Maha's. He couldn't help but mock Maha's long rambling.
The failure of this negotiation infuriated Maha. His anger only multiplied at Lawson's words. His purple eyes shone with lightning.
“You are just a Spirit Supre Realm warrior. How dare you interrupt us like that? I must teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!” As his voice fell, the lightning in Maha's eyes ford an arc in the air. Before anyone could react, it shot towards Lawson.
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