"Our Human Race is a Supreme Race."
Andrew Han spoke these words plainly, without flourish or embellishment.
It sounded almost like casual conversation.
Yet the simpler the words, the more they contained the vastness of the starry sea—a nameless power able to shake souls.
For a moment, the scene fell silent.
Fragments of meteorite still soared through the sky as the half-remnant shifted slightly, inching closer to Andrew Han.
"You Star-Sky Humans... a Supreme Race?"
The half-severed triangular remnant, its blood flowing faster along the edges, blue eyes flickering.
As far as it knew...
In the boundless starry sky, there were only two Supreme Races.
The two Supreme Races, led by the Shenro Clan.
The Shenro Clan is eternal and undying, controlling the destiny tracks of all beings. Next is the Nether Clan, who build Nether Dominions and thereby rewrite cosmic law, opening sub-space and sub-universe realms.
A glimpse reveals the whole.
These two Supreme Races are so terrifying that even a half-remnant, brought back from death, would bow before them.
So, could the Star-Sky Humans be a Supreme Race? It instantly rejected the possibility, interpreting Andrew Han's claim as meaning Humanity could merely rival the Supreme Races.
"Impossible."
The half-remnant radiated waves of shock and doubt: "I know the Star-Sky Humans. You were just a third-rate life race, subordinate to the Starry Sky Fiends—ordinary, weak. How could you possibly rival the Supreme Races?"
"Rival the Supreme Races?" Andrew Han shook his head and replied seriously, "I said, our Human Race is a Supreme Race."
"Hiss!"
The half-remnant was utterly stunned, speechless.