The reason Long Chen was so shocked was because each of these people had a three-inch horn on their head. It was like a rhinoceros horn.

The flying boat stopped, and over fifty young men and women walked down. They ignored everyone’s strange gazes. In fact, they seemed extremely arrogant and were actually looking at them in disdain.

“These are the Fullmoon race’s disciples.”

Ouyang Qiuyu quietly told them that these people possessed an ancient bloodline. The blood flowing within their bodies contained a powerful inheritance, and that horn on their heads could release their innate divine abilities. They had to be careful around them.

“What are you looking at, you inferior bloodline trash?” shouted one of the Fullmoon race’s women at the stupefied disciples.

Their expressions changed. This was insulting every single person here. She was clearly saying humans were an inferior race.

“Don’t be rude.”

The lead Elder of the Fullmoon race chided her. He nodded slightly at Ouyang Qiuyu...