"Y-you dared to kill Nine Head race's third prince!"
A grey-haired kobold rolled out from underneath the carriage and pointed at Li Mo, shivering.
Among the universe's races, kobolds were a different breed.
This race's reproductive ability was very strong. A pair of Kobolds could produce hundreds of offspring in a year. This race's innate talent was not weak either. They could gather the strength of all the nearby Kobolds and combine them together. In that state, the Kobolds were terrifyingly strong.
Sadly, kobolds rarely used combined strength. The reason for this was because kobolds were cowardly, cunning, and paranoid.
After the Kobolds activated their Synergy talent, all of their power would be focused on one Kobold, and all the other Kobolds would be paralyzed and fall to the ground. If the Kobold that had focused all of its power was injured or killed, the other Kobolds would suffer the same fate.
If one died, they would all die.
If combined strength was given to the fearless Douglas clan, it would be a heaven-defying talent. Alas, in the hands of the cowardly and paranoid kobolds, this decent talent went to waste.
Kobolds were weak, but they were numerous. Because of their cowardice, they were easy to control. Take Ao Zhen for example. His way of getting rich was to capture kobolds, enslave them, and force them to mine for him.
The old kobold had an oxygen mask on his head, and he was trembling in fear. He was the leader of this group of kobolds, and he was actually not weak. He had already reached Level Six, but because of his cowardice, even if he could survive freely in a vacuum, he did not dare to.
"Ao Zhen is the third prince of the Nine Head Clan. His eldest brother, Ao Tong, and his second sister, Ao Zhen, are both ranked among the top ten young experts of the west universe. They are on the same level as the Ginseng Saint Son and Saintess of the holy lands and religions."
"Two geniuses, that's Ao Tong and Ao Zhen. You killed their brother, so how can they let you go?"
"W-why are you looking at me?
Don't kill me. "
The old kobold kneeled and kowtowed.
The mining kobolds sensed something was wrong and ran out of the mines, kneeling and begging Li Mo for mercy.
Li Mo was speechless at the sight of the forty thousand kobolds.
With so many Kobolds, if they were to combine their powers, how terrifying would that be?
It couldn't be helped. This was the nature of this race …
One of the ten strongest races in the universe, the Succubus race, had once tried to use the Soul Manipulation Technique to control the Kobolds and make them join forces. In the end, they had tried for tens of thousands of years and ultimately failed.
The reason for this was that the Kobold Tribe's' cooperation 'could not be activated unless it was completely voluntary.
"So what if he's killed? What's there to worry about?
Are you the leader of this group of Kobolds?
What's your name? "
"M-my name is Dotrof." The old houndhead didn't even dare look at Li Mo.
"You are from West Yu?"
"Yes, Your Excellency, I come from Xiyu 961 Waste Planet."
The powerful races of the universe divided the known universe into five major regions: East, West, South, North, and Central. Each region had at least a few thousand galaxies the size of the Milky Way.
Ao Tong, Ao Zhen, being able to be ranked in the top ten of West Yu, without tyrannical strength, it was simply impossible to do so.
There were thousands of races in the Westspace Sector. The kobolds and the snow people were the lowest of the low, while the highest were the Nine Head Race on Planet Nine Origins and the Skyfire Race on Planet Skyfire.
The Westspace Sector had two of the ten strongest races in the universe.
A lowly race like the kobolds had no right to set foot on planets like Planet Nine Origins and Skyfire Planet. They lived on waste planets that were heavily exploited.
"Do you know the names of West Yu's ten strongest youths?"
"All of them!"
"Ao Tong, Ao Zhen, Huo Ling 'er, Huo Xian' er, Ao Zhan, Little Fire, Hua Formless, Hua Wuying, Shui Yunlan, Mu Tianfeng."
Seeing Li Mo had no intention of killing him, Dotrof's courage grew as he stood, "Sir, these ten are West Yu's top ten. None of them are ranked higher or lower than the others. They are all considered qualified to challenge the throne."
"But among these ten people, Ao Tong and Little Fire God may be slightly stronger, because both of them have at least one West Yu Secret Treasure."
In the Westspace Sector, aside from the two great races, there was also a mystical race, the Dark Iron Dwarves.
This race could be said to be the strongest and ultimate version of the Dwarf Race. Their talent was related to forging weapons. In the entire universe, there were tens of thousands of races. Only the Black Iron Dwarf Race could forge weapons that were comparable to Thearch weapons even though they were not God Emperors.
However, 10,000 years ago, the Dark Iron Dwarf Race had been exterminated by the Heavenly Fire Race because they refused to forge an immortal artifact for the Heavenly Fire Race. From then on, the immortal artifacts forged by the Dark Iron Dwarf Race became famous throughout the universe.
The Dark Iron Dwarves had been exterminated, but they had left behind many artefacts scattered throughout the West Space Sector. The experts of the West Space Sector were most interested in finding these artefacts.
They called them secret treasures.
"Mu Tianfeng …"
Li Mo lowered his head in thought for a long time.
Mu Tianfeng was one of Li Mo's companions in his past life. Their friendship wasn't that deep, but due to chance, they often fought side by side. Mu Tianfeng wasn't human, but from the Skywings race. And what caught Li Mo's attention was Mu Tianfeng's weapon, a sword called Flying Wing.
Li Mo's impression of Mu Tianfeng was that he was always cold, not good with words. He didn't speak a single word in a month. And when it came to fighting, he wasn't particularly outstanding. But he wasn't a fool either. Every time he fought, he would come out of it unscathed. One had to know that in his past life, in the later stages of the war, even the first generation Sacred Light Physique lost their lives.
'Was it him?'
'I hope not …'
Li Mo sighed.
He had a good impression of Mu Tianfeng. He didn't want him to be the one to sneak up on him.
"This chariot isn't bad."
Li Mo walked to Ao Zhen's chariot and caressed it.
Ao Zhen's carriage was completely golden, and it was made from a special type of ore. It was abnormally sturdy, and the cost to build it was frighteningly high. More than 40,000 Kobolds had worked tirelessly for 10 years to build a carriage like this.
Of course, this was only the chariot, not the two birds pulling it.
Mandarin Birds could fly freely in the starry sky. The two arrogant Mandarin Birds had five-colored feathers. This was a very high level Mandarin Bird. The five-colored Mandarin Bird was only slightly inferior to the highest level Seven-Colored Mandarin Bird.
"Get in."
Li Mo beckoned to the black tiger and Ye Xiaolu.
Chirp ~
The two birds chirped and spread their wings, disappearing into the horizon …