Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 149: Hundreds of Ninth Grade Beast Kings Threaten, S
If they manage to persuade more Beast Kings to turn against the Human Race, the situation will beco uncontrollable.
Thinking of these matters, the President, still traveling through the void, felt an inexplicable headache.
A few hours later.
Outside Mountain and Sea Pass, a group of enormous beasts appeared, blotting out the sky, each exuding terrifying auras, numbering at least a hundred.
Above the city, human martial arts powerhouses also appeared one after another, confronting them head-on.
Their numbers were significantly fewer, only a little over thirty, about one-third.
At this mont, the atmosphere on the scene was tense, like a drawn bow, ready to snap into war at any mont.
Besides, while engaging in a clash of spiritual forces, they were also communicating.
"Damn humans, you’ve gone too far in bullying beasts, violating the treaty to attack as you please. Unless you hand over an equal amount of blood tribute as compensation, then let’s go to war!"
"Beasts are beasts. Let’s go to war; do you think we’re afraid? Go on, try sothing, and I’ll cut you down first, you son of a bitch."
"Humph! Hand over the perpetrators, and we can let this go; otherwise, today will mark the end of the Human Race."
"Co on, let’s go to war! A bunch of beasts thinking they can annihilate us humans? You’re just courting death!"
"..."
The two sides exchanged insults fiercely, colliding in presence but neither side actually making the first move.
The focus was on talk without action.
Such verbal battles occurred from ti to ti; both sides had beco accustod.
Most of the Beast Kings coming for the confrontation actually belonged to small tribes, many forced to co as cannon fodder.
To ensure their species’ survival, they were reluctant to die easily, often just going through the motions.
They would only act to take advantage of opportunities and withdraw if they confronted a tough opponent.
The human martial arts powerhouses were aware of this as well.
So, even faced with three tis their numbers, they remained utterly unafraid.
In previous wars, once a small tribe’s Beast King was killed, their clan would naturally vanish with ti without needing to lift a finger.
A tribe without a Beast King was just at on the chopping block, easily bullied by others.
Within the Ten Thousand Races, there was no compassion, only survival of the fittest.
At this mont, the President of the Martial Arts Association broke the void with a fake smile, joining the conversation through matching spiritual frequency.
"Beast Kings, could there be so misunderstanding here? The incidents outside the Southern Eight Domains have nothing to do with us humans! Let’s just drop it!"
Upon hearing this, an unfamiliar Beast King imdiately retorted.
"Nonsense! We’ve received reports! The area within five thousand miles west of Hope City has been slaughtered, and the bodies have been taken away. And you say it’s unrelated to you?"
Hearing this, the President maintained his smile, casually lying through his teeth.
"Whoever did it, find them yourselves. We just happened to pick up so unclaid corpses! This matter truly has nothing to do with us! Let’s just drop it!"
Once again, the sa Beast King spoke.
"Who did it? Obviously, it was your Human Race. Hand over fifty thousand Lower Third Grades as blood tribute, or let’s go to war!"
At that mont, the President’s smile slowly faded, his gaze coldly fixed on the unfamiliar Beast King before him.
"For the third ti, give , Qin Tian, so face; this has nothing to do with the Human Race. Let it go!"
Upon hearing this, the Beast King shook its giant body disdainfully, its massive beast eyes full of contempt.
"Who do you think you are? I’m not saying it a third ti, hand over fifty thousand blood tributes! Otherwise, when the war starts, it’ll be the end of the Human Race!"
anwhile, the other Beast Kings had already retreated, watching the situation unfold with glee.
In the next instant.
Without another word, the President, radiating a chilling aura, vanished from place.
Imdiately, Qi Blood burst forth, directly initiating combat, targeting the Beast King who had threatened three tis.
"Tiny ant! You dare attack? Beco my food!"
After three breaths.
"Roar... roar... ah... damn... you bastards... aren’t you going to act?"
In just a mont, the unfamiliar Beast King felt the imnse power gap, utterly outmatched by the President of the Martial Arts Association, left only to be beaten.
In fear, it desperately called for help.
But the other Beast Kings acted as if they hadn’t heard, letting it be pumled.
The human powerhouses were also simply watching the spectacle.
After a dozen minutes, the other Beast Kings emitted powerful auras, stopping the President from continuing further.
"Enough! Stop it!"
"That’s sufficient! Humans! Do not overstep!"
"..."
In reality, using the humans to discipline this new Beast King was acceptable; they couldn’t genuinely allow the humans to weaken their own forces.
Although so tacit understanding existed among them, they remained adversaries.
If it was possible, they still hoped to annihilate each other.
Seeing this, the President’s eyes showed a hint of regret, his figure flickered, returning to the ranks.
The ti wasn’t right to break off relations completely.
A mont later, the verbal confrontation resud.
After a long while, most of the Beast Kings departed, returning to their respective territories, with a few still releasing their aura from afar, intimidating the Guardian City.
In the near airspace of Hope City, the strong exchanged thoughts through spiritual power.
"These damned beasts, coming at intervals like this, makes want to kill a few."
"Who acted out near Hope City? This isn’t helping! If you want to kill Exotic Beasts, do it deep in stealth! Causing trouble near Guardian City, are you insane?"
"No idea! I asked around, and no one admitted!"
"Hahaha... well done! Those beasts deserve to die!"
"Humph! Old killer! No brains whatsoever! This is handing a weakness to them for nothing!"
"You don’t know shit. Humans and Ten Thousand Races are inherently adversaries. Being lenient is betraying your own race."
"..."
After so ti, a few remained to guard vigilantly, while the others broke the void and left.
With a sense of leaving on rather unfriendly terms.
Each martial arts powerhouse’s will is indomitable, and they wouldn’t easily change their minds.
When it cos to ideological clashes, constant collisions and friction happen.
On major issues of racial interest, they unite externally.
But without external forces, internal issues arise as well.
And this, is the Human Race.
...
anwhile.
In the Great Xia Academy, within Villa No. 1.
Lin Ping’an, who had returned hours ago, was preparing to stay ho for a while, using this ti for cultivation and enhancing his powers, and to create new cultivation techniques.
This ti, entering the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, he had accumulated nearly two million Civilization Value points.
At the very least, he wouldn’t run short on Civilization Value for a while.
At this mont, he sat cross-legged on the ground, calmly observing, imrsing himself in his consciousness space.
Above the sinister White Bone Visualization Demon Body, a large book-like existence radiating Golden Light emitted various distinctive auras.
This sowhat familiar thing was the manifestation of Lin Ping’an’s spiritual power when he advanced to Grandmaster.
It appeared rather mysterious; he hadn’t taken a detailed look before, but now Lin Ping’an planned to study it carefully.
He moved his thoughts and turned to the first page.
At the top, it prominently displayed four familiar characters— "Painful Demon Body."
Subsequently, all the cultivation content was written below.
Beside it, a large number displayed; it was the total number of successful cultivators, continuously increasing.
Additionally, he could see individual nas, belonging to those who had successfully cultivated.
Corresponding to the nas were cultivation levels, progress rates, and efficiency, along with related information.
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