Chapter 1880: The Strong Deserve Respect

Saint Long spoke up. "It so happens that there is only one portion of the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng..."

Only one left?

The God Race Saint was taken aback. He said nothing more. Clearly, he didn't intend to handle the matter himself personally.

Even if he didn't, there were naturally other Saints willing to step forward.

One of the Saints smiled at Fang Chen. "Why not choose a different reward? There is no need to squabble over this item with a junior. Among the rewards provided by Saint Long, there are many that are far superior to the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng."

"You must be joking, Senior. I came to participate in this battle specifically for this Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng. Now that I have secured first place, how could I possibly miss out on it?" Fang Chen replied with a mild smile, standing his ground right in front of the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng without yielding an inch.

The Saint who had spoken up hadn't expected this junior before him to lack even this basic level of decorum. The smile on his face instantly chilled.

The fifth-transformation God Race divinity user said coldly, "What qualifications do you possess to contest this item against me? Given your background and origins, you ought to be selecting your reward last."

Right at that moment, Lang Daochun had already picked his own reward and walked over. "Dai Conglong, your words couldn't be any more wrong. The selection of rewards proceeds sequentially from the highest cultivation realm to the lowest. First are those at the Third Step of Limit Breaking, then the Second Step... and finally sixth transformation, fifth transformation, fourth transformation.... You are merely a fifth transformation, so why are you squabbling with Fang Chen over this Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you!" barked Dai Conglong.

He glared at Lang Daochun, but the contempt and disdain within his eyes had completely vanished, replaced with deep wariness.

"It is merely a word of fairness, which anyone can speak up to provide. Do not throw away the face of our God Race." Lang Daochun smiled. "Step back quickly. Don't tell me you're using this as an opportunity to stir up trouble just because your brother was defeated at Fang Chen's hands?"

Realization washed over Fang Chen as he heard Lang Daochun's words.

Dai Conglong's expression shifted slightly. He then turned to look toward the God Race Saint. "Lord Saint, a junior from my family has fallen gravely ill, and the medicine requires the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng as an ingredient."

"So that is how it is. Since that's the case, then this is entirely fair and reasonable," said God Race Saint.

He then cast a cold glance toward Fang Chen.

Saint Jinyang suddenly spoke up, "Fang Chen, why not just yield this item to him? You can select another reward instead."

The God Race Saint suddenly smiled and waved his hand. "No matter, no matter. The younger generation should resolve their own issues among themselves."

"That is true as well," Saint Jinyang nodded with a smile, though his smile carried a distinct trace of subservience.

At that moment, it was glaringly obvious that the Saints had no intention of intervening. Seeing that, Dai Conglong looked toward Fang Chen and said indifferently, "I am definitely taking the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng. No matter what, I will not yield it to you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fang Chen immediately slapped him across his face.

This individual had seemingly never imagined that an ant from a mere weak race would dare strike him right in front of a God Race Saint. For a moment, he was caught completely off guard, sent flying far away before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Fang Chen lightly popped the bubble, retrieved the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng to store it away, and returned to Fang Lie's side.

The atmosphere on the high platform instantly grew tense. A strange light flickered in the eyes of quite a few Saints. In particular, the Saints of the other Twelve Races all wore smiles, making no effort to conceal them.

Saint Jinyang's expression was frosty. He transmitted his voice, "Kid, aren't you afraid the God Race will launch a war against our race?"

Fang Chen transmitted his voice back, "If the God Race could casually wage war against a race guarded by a Saint, how could there still be a flourishing myriad of races throughout the world? "

Saint Jinyang's expression shifted slightly. He fell silent and simply watched how the situation developed.

By then, Dai Conglong had regained his senses. Just as he was burning with shame and fury, preparing to attack Fang Chen, the God Race Saint spoke up. "Enough. Have you not embarrassed yourself enough? The law of the jungle governs the world. The strong are revered. Since you don't have what it takes to snatch the Flesh and Blood Dragon Ginseng from his hands, stop throwing a tantrum.."

Dai Conglong fell silent for a moment and then weakly nodded. "Yes."

With his head lowered, he selected a reward, then stood behind the God Race Saint and remained silent. However, he would occasionally sweep a glance toward Fang Chen out of the corner of his eye, the killing intent in his gaze completely unconcealed.

A look of solemnity flashed across Fang Chen's eyes. Balance.... Without a doubt, the Divine Realm is led by the God Race, yet under the rule of the Supreme Qingming Alliance, a balance had taken shape.

Judging from his actions just now, if the God Race truly held absolute dominion over the Divine Realm, even if this God Race Saint wouldn't personally act against a junior, he wouldn't have shown zero intention of standing up for his own. This aligned with Fang Chen's deductions regarding the situation in the Divine Realm over the years.

To force the Divine Realm into such a balance, it was hard to imagine just how terrifyingly powerful the background and foundation of the Supreme Qingming Alliance behind Saint Long had to be.

'The theory of the ant nest probably applies here to the Divine Realm as well......'

Meanwhile, though the Saints of the human race appeared calm on the surface, they felt rather emotional. Even though they had also been speculating about the political climate of the Divine Realm all these years, they could never actively test their assumptions.

Fang Chen's slap had actually confirmed many of the conjectures in their hearts.

"Next up are the rewards for the number ones of each race."

Saint Long smiled, and another fifteen bubbles flew out from his sleeves.

Wrapped inside each bubble was a blood-red Bodhi.

"Saint Blood Bodhi?"

Fang Lie's eyes shifted as he exchanged a glance with Saint Wandao, both seeing the surprise and realization in each other's eyes.

So at this level, the Holy Blood Bodhi was already being used as a reward. And the Saint Tower Battles are held every five hundred years. Just how many Saint Blood Bodhis did the Supreme Qingming Alliance have to hand out?

Furthermore, in every Saint Tower Battle, the divine ability experts of the God Race held a commanding lead. That meant that most of the Saint Blood Bodhis had ended up in their hands. From this alone, one could see that trying to shake the foundations of the God Race was virtually impossible!

Naturally, the God Race took Fourteen Saint Blood Bodhis.

When it came to the human race's share, Saint Long smiled and asked, "Which of you will take this Saint Blood Bodhi?"

"Fang Chen is of Fang Lie's direct bloodline, so naturally, he should be the one to take it."

Saint Wandao was the first to state his position.

Unsurprisingly, Saint Jinyang and Saint Luoxue immediately voiced their disagreement. Meanwhile, the remaining human race Saints said nothing at all.

Evidently, this single Saint Blood Bodhi would also be of immense help to them. Who among them didn't have a few disciples stuck at the bottleneck of the Half Saint realm?

"This Saint Blood Bodhi belongs collectively to the human race. As for how it will be used and who gets to use it, we can put it to a vote when the time comes."

After speaking, Fang Lie directly took the Saint Blood Bodhi from Saint Long's hand.

Saint Jinyang's expression tightened. However, he didn't dare to make a move and snatch it right then and there. Leaving aside the fact that the occasion was inappropriate, Fang Lie's sword divine ability alone left him with very little confidence.

Saint Long smiled and cupped his hands. "Since that is the case, the Saint Tower Battle has come to an end. Everyone, see you in the next five hundred years."

Upon hearing this, the assembly of Saints hurriedly cupped their hands in return.

Just as they were one after another opening their Inner Domains, preparing to depart, a grandiose and magnificent Inner Domain suddenly swept in from the void. Before everyone's eyes, it started to open.

The Saints stopped in their tracks, staring at this scene with astonished expressions.