Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 311: Waving a Single Hand, Suppressing Three! Escape

Lin Ping’an’s thoughts moved, manipulating various Powers of Rules, turning all attacks into nothingness.

His mastery far surpassed those Supre Elders, making their attacks nothing but a joke to him.

Except for pure attacks with the Power of Heaven and Earth, any other attack mixed with rules depended on the degree of mastery.

Evidently, these beings of the Sixth Heaven, even if they mastered their realms to the limit, could only achieve a mastery rate of 69%.

While most of Lin Ping’an’s mastery over the rules has exceeded 80%, surpassing them by two levels.

Dealing with these people is simply a piece of cake.

After the attacks disappeared, Lin Ping’an swept over with his Spiritual Power, and casually smoothed out the shattered space, restoring it to its original state.

Then, his tone, in its indifference, carried contempt.

"Rubble is rubble, it will never grace the halls of elegance!"

"A group of bastards dare to covet the Human Race Sacred Sword?"

Upon hearing the word "bastards," the dozen Supre Elders instantly flew into a rage, as if a reverse scale had been touched, roaring and launching waves of attacks again.

It seed as though they swore to crush Lin Ping’an to dust!

As for that inexplicable scene just now, it vanished from mory in an instant, with no one pondering about the reason behind it.

But in the ti that followed, scenarios identical to just now occurred again and again.

Any attack containing Power of Rules would mysteriously vanish near Lin Ping’an.

The vast Power of Heaven and Earth, like headless flies, couldn’t find a target and dissipated on its own.

After several tis, their anger subsided, and their rationality returned, and the dozen Supre Elders seed to realize sothing was wrong.

Fleeting thoughts flashed, leading to cries of disbelief.

"Damn ant! What technique is this?"

"Hand over the Xuanyuan Sword and the principle behind this move, you are not worthy of possessing them!"

"No, that’s not a technique! It’s a rule! It’s the Power of Rules! It’s suppression from mastery of rules!"

"How could it be? This is absolutely impossible! One sa rules or two sa rules could be possible, but this is nearly twenty different rules, how could they all be suppressed by rules?"

"Demon Technique! It’s definitely a Demon Technique!"

"Weird! This guy is really freaky!"

"..."

The facts were clear before them, yet they refused to believe it. Relatively, the developnt toward being All-Knowing and All-Powerful truly surpassed everyone’s imagination.

The difficulty between specializing in one and cultivating all rules was simply incomparable.

The so-called a speck in the ocean, a re mortal to the Heavens, could not be more than this!

Lin Ping’an perceived the Xuanyuan Sword, an Ancient Divine Weapon in his hand, which contained imnse energy.

Glancing at the dozen Sixth Heaven trash on the opposite side, he thought for a mont and dispelled the idea of using the sword.

The opponents were too weak, and the sword too strong; if Lin Ping’an personally used it, he feared he might not control the force properly.

Easily killing those guys would be such a waste!

A dozen Supre Elders from different sects could represent the location of Small Secret Realms under the sect influence of dozens, representing a dozen super gifts.

With this thought, Lin Ping’an’s thoughts moved, extending a single hand, instantly forming a giant hand with the Power of Heaven and Earth.

With speed as fast as lightning, it directly grasped three of the Sixth Heaven elites.

The next mont, suppression happened in an instant, with no effort at all.

Cries of disbelief and mournful howls echoed from the giant hand.

"A trivial trick wants to do what to ... What... Damn... Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

"Ah ah ah... Damn... Damn... Save !"

"Who are you? Who exactly are you? How could it be? Ah ah ah..."

With a pull, in the blink of an eye, the three who were suppressed were dragged through space and knelt before Lin Ping’an.

Then, without a word, he knocked their heads together and stored them in his Little World within where they were firmly suppressed.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the remaining dozen Supre Elders almost popped out, each with a dumbfounded look like a stunned dog.

Who could have imagined that three beings, touted as invincible in the world and one step away from immortality, would be effortlessly captured and suppressed like small chicks?

At the sa ti.

The expressions of those elites from Great Xia were remarkably similar to those Supre Elders.

Honestly, this scene was a bit contrary to what they imagined.

Normally, shouldn’t one brandish the Xuanyuan Sword and engage in an epic battle with dozens of enemies, making heavens collapse and earth shatter?

But now, the Ancient Divine Weapon wasn’t even used, with just a wave of a hand, and three enemies were instantly wiped out like weak chicks.

This... this was truly unexpected!

In the next instant, the remaining Supre Elders snapped back, with endless shock and fear flashing in their minds.

There’s no fight here!

Seventh Heaven... this is definitely above the Seventh Heaven strongest, perhaps even stronger.

The gap between Sixth Heaven and Seventh Heaven, though only a realm apart, is as different as night and day.

After all, among the Ten Thousand Races, the Sixth Heaven is still known as Beast Emperor, while the Seventh Heaven is revered as Beast God.

The fact it’s called God, one can certainly imagine its might.

Moreover, once the Ten Thousand Races step into the Seventh Heaven and reach the Beast God Realm, they beco immortal and eternal.

One with an end to life, the other infinite; the gap here is self-evident.

After realizing this, the remaining Supre Elders turned and fled into the void without a second thought, frantically trying to escape the crisis.

As for standing up and resisting a blow, that thought never even crossed their minds.

If all the Sixth Heaven beings banded together with full effort, there might be a chance to try and withstand for a mont.

But there was not unity, and no one trusted each other; at this mont, it was just about seeing who was unlucky enough to be chosen.

Just like a dozen ordinary people facing a fierce tiger, there’s no need to fight; as long as you can run faster than the others, you have a chance to survive.

At this mont, it was exactly that.

The Noble Families, Sects, even including the Ten Thousand Races, contrasted with the Great Xia Human Race, including now.

If faced with such a desperate situation, none of the Great Xia’s many strong would escape, they would only unite and fight to the death.

On the other side, Lin Ping’an saw the fleeing Supre Elders, his expression was not at all surprised.

During the execution of those Evil Cult leaders, the slaying of Exotic Beasts, or even the massacre of Noble Family elites, countless escapes have happened.

The act of pursuit and killing, for him, has beco second nature.

However, compared to before, now Lin Ping’an’s thods are more refined.

There’s no need to chase each target or waste so much ti.

Lin Ping’an’s expression remained calm, his voice laced with mockery.

"Trying to escape? In your dreams!"

"Taste this move of mine!"

"Spatial Divine Techniques - Draw a Prison on the Ground!"