"Why? Is there no one else who dares to challenge me?"
Golden Feather sneered and surveyed his surroundings, sneering, "The human race isn't even capable of defeating me and you guys think you can host the Ten Thousand Race Meet?"
"Ptui!"
Golden Feather spat with disdain.
It was as though he had spat on the faces of all the cultivators!
The sect masters of the super sects were silent.
Indeed, there were some Half-Martial Ancestor paragons in this generation's immortal, fiend and Buddhist sects. If they stood out, they might be able to defeat Golden Feather.
However, all the cultivators knew that the four princes, the entire Golden Crow race and even the Primordial Six Races were backing Golden Feather!
Right now, Golden Feather was the one challenging the human race.