No Matter Which Family He Inherits! All Belong to My Human Race!

Life is small, so small that it can easily dissipate in a deserted corner. Life is great, great enough to carry the torch of the entire civilization. In this torrent of thousands of races competing for hegemony, the small boat of the human race may be washed away by the huge waves at any time. Faced with countless predatory eyes, Yang Xu tightly held the scroll in his hand, as high-spirited as a young man. "I, the human race, will not fight for the length of my life, I will only cut off the bones of your race! The inheritance is in my hands, come and take it at your own risk!"