The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3370 - 3365: Can You Handle It?_1

Yang Chen showed surprise and remarked, "What? It sounds like if another individual cooperated with you for reproduction, you wouldn't allow the child to acknowledge its father?"

"Do you believe it resembles your human race?" Xing Tong crossed her arms with elegance as she replied, "Within the Insect Race, males are regarded as mere slaves. We generally breed independently, and even when utilizing males, we primarily exploit them. There's no chance we'd permit the offspring to identify their fathers. Yet you stand apart. Your formidable strength aligns with my position, making it no disgrace for the child to recognize you as its father."

Hearing this, Yang Chen quickly shook his head and declared, "No thanks, I'm not interested in the perks of your Insect Race."

"What's there to fear? At our level, our physical forms can transform at will. The true delight lies in the fusion of spirits. Does the race difference even matter? Mutual benefit holds the real importance." Xing Tong explained.

Yang Chen shivered slightly, "I just can't grasp your mindset; let's drop this topic for good."

Xing Tong shook her head; Yang Chen remained somewhat immature. If not, he would have realized the allure of her proposal.

The pair kept conversing and strolling forward, shortly stepping into the Insect Race's group.

The Insect Race formed a distinctive collective; they lacked fixed homes across the cosmos, yet appeared in every corner of the Universe, save for the Origin Land.

They claimed territories, but none dared challenge them, as the Insect Race possessed overwhelming might in most cases.

From a quick look, the Insect Race's assembly resembled that of the Spirit God Race. Overall, their count didn't vastly outnumber the Spirit God Race.

Yang Chen examined closely and saw that the Insect Race's edge in numbers over the Spirit God Race stemmed from the Insect Mothers, each accompanied by a handful of lesser male insects.

Considering only the Insect Mothers, the Insect Race's quantity might barely exceed the Spirit God Race.

As they proceeded, numerous Insect Mothers directed looks toward Xing Tong, yet she and the others remained silent, displaying no desire to converse.

Yang Chen couldn't resist inquiring, "Do Insect Mothers like you never communicate with one another? Or are you simply unpopular among the Insect Race?"

Xing Tong gazed at Yang Chen with curiosity and responded, "What kind of notions are swirling in your mind? We Insect Mothers encounter each other only after many years, and we're all strangers. Why would we chat?"

"Don't Insect Race individuals interact at all? How then do you band together now and assemble before the Forbidden Spirit Palace?" Yang Chen chuckled.

Xing Tong curved her lips upward, "Naturally, we possess our methods. Insect Mothers share unique means of connection. Though each of us wields great power, why haven't we been wiped out while residing in diverse star realms? It's not solely our resilience to death, but also the Insect Race's underlying unity."

"What do you mean by deeply united?" Yang Chen asked, confused.

With hands clasped behind her, Xing Tong elaborated, "Insect Mothers in our Insect Race are exceedingly scarce. So few that if one perishes, the others learn of it swiftly. We then strive to avenge that fallen Insect Mother. Unless the culprit hides with utmost care, we'll track them down. If not, we target their entire race instead. That's the Insect Race's signature approach. Now you see how our dispersed Insect Race endures and thrives across the universes."

Yang Chen felt astonished despite himself; so that explained it.

"In that case, your Insect Race's scattered nature actually hinders major races from encircling and destroying you," Yang Chen noted.

For an instant, he sighed inwardly. The universe brimmed with marvels, each race carving its unique path to endurance.

They exchanged a few more words, and soon Xing Tong let out a soft "oh".

Yang Chen shifted his attention to the nearby area as well. A few Spirit God Race figures had ventured into the Insect Race's domain.

Consequently, an Insect Mother rose promptly and faced off against the Spirit God Race intruders, since their group featured a mighty expert at the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

"A Spirit God at the Heavenly Extreme Realm..." Yang Chen squinted his eyes.

The Spirit God Race already boasted immense power, dominating peers at equal levels. Thus, as a Spirit God's cultivation advanced, their aura grew ever more intimidating. A Heavenly Extreme Realm Spirit God had now emerged here.

Due to this Heavenly Extreme Realm Spirit God's arrival, a corresponding Heavenly Extreme Realm Insect Mother soon materialized.

"Jie Hen, what brings you here?" The Heavenly Extreme Realm Insect Mother demanded gravely.

Xing Tong regarded this Heavenly Extreme Realm Insect Mother with respect, her gaze brimming with awe and yearning.

"She ranks among our Insect Race's rare Heavenly Extreme Realm experts, named Huan Xi. She's bolstered our Insect Race's development for ages and is rumored to have lived for eons. Regrettably, she's yet to find a fitting mate to spawn a new Insect Mother, or else her power would have soared higher," Xing Tong remarked regretfully.

Yang Chen gave a nod.

At present, Insect Mother Huan Xi and the Spirit God Race's Jie Hen appeared to be in talks, hashing out some arrangement.

It looked like the Spirit God Race's Jie Hen sought a pact with the Insect Race.

"What scheme does the Spirit God Race pursue?" Yang Chen questioned, baffled.

Standing with hands behind her back, Xing Tong smirked slightly, "Isn't it clear? They're undoubtedly aiming to forge a deal with our Insect Race or establish some alliance."

"How can you be sure?" Yang Chen probed, still puzzled.

"It's the Spirit God Race's typical strategy. Moreover, haven't you noticed no races before the Forbidden Spirit Palace have acted yet? Alliances are routine," Xing Tong replied.

Yang Chen had to concede the point, given that the Human Race had sent negotiators too.

"Regardless of views, the Spirit God Race remains my foe. Should I encounter them, I won't hold back," Yang Chen stated evenly.

Xing Tong laughed lightly, "No need to fret on that score. Such pacts outside the palace mean little. Trusting them marks you as naive. They offer mere words of caution: inside, folks might curb themselves briefly. But with your stance, if you strike at the Spirit God Race, I'll join without pause. Our Insect Race thrives on breaking conventions!"

Yang Chen felt eased by Xing Tong's words.

"That aside, do you truly intend to clash with the Spirit God Race? You're aware of their combat prowess, aren't you? At equal realms, none across the Ten Thousand Realms can rival them. Could you manage a Spirit God on your level?" Xing Tong asked softly.