Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 383: Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique Displ

However, this Eighth Grade Grandmaster did not stop because of this.

His figure turned into a flash of lightning again, striking another Beast General at Eighth Grade Peak with lightning speed.

At the mont, the battlefield was filled with smoke, intertwined with lightning, and his figure shuttled among them as if the Death God had descended, constantly harvesting the lives of Beast Generals.

The combat strength he displayed had already reached the invincible stage of Eighth Grade, slaughtering Beast Generals at the sa level as easily as killing chickens.

The next mont.

In the ever-changing fierce battle.

A trendous and unstoppable aura suddenly swept over from the edge of the battlefield, an aura that solely belonged to the powerful Ninth Grade Beast King.

It was a towering Ninth Grade Beast King with scales shining brightly, its eyes flashing with a cold and resolute light.

It could no longer watch from the sidelines and decided to personally intervene.

This Ninth Grade Beast King was well-versed in the art of combat, deeply understanding that life-and-death battles often catalyze breakthroughs beyond the Realm.

The Great Xia Eighth Grade powerhouse, Chen Tao of the Thunderbolt Sword, whom it was currently witnessing fighting bloodily, emitted a fierce battle intent and unyielding spiritual power that made it feel a strong sense of unease.

Once the counterpart breaks through in actual combat, erging from the cocoon.

Then, the entity which they once regarded as trivial and easily crushable as ants.

In an instant, could beco a terrifying force enough to overturn the battle, even threatening its own survival.

At this mont, Chen Tao’s combat strength seed already close to the Peak, his Golden Body shining with dazzling light.

Every attack seed to touch the barrier of that realm as thin as a cicada’s wings.

Once he breaks through, given the astonishing combat strength and fearless will he had displayed at Eighth Grade.

After advancing to Ninth Grade, he could perhaps imdiately reach a high rank, and might even aspire to reach the Peak.

Thus, within that flash of lightning, the Ninth Grade Beast King decided to strike first.

Seizing the mont when the opponent was still at Eighth Grade Peak, before completing his transformation.

To thoroughly nip this potential huge threat in the bud.

Their bodies were as majestic as mountains, yet their movents were as swift as the wind and lightning, carrying an undeniable determination.

Directly charging towards the Eighth Grade powerhouse who was about to turn the world upside down, vowing to end this potentially world-altering crisis battle with absolute superior strength.

At that instant, countless people watching through the screen scread.

"Oh no! An ambush!"

"Ahhhh! Vice Director Chen, watch out! There’s a beast sneaking an attack!"

"Damn it! So despicable!"

"Damn beast! Not a bit of sha!"

"It’s over; is Vice Director Chen going to fall here?"

"My god! Who will save our Great Xia powerhouse."

"..."

In that critical mont, before the words of nurous Great Xia people fully dispersed in the air.

An astounding scene that nearly subverted everyone’s perceptions abruptly unfolded.

The Eighth Grade Grandmaster Chen Tao, originally seen as the weaker side, and whose life hung in the balance.

At this mont, exhibited an unprecedented determination and coldness.

He instantly gathered all emotional fluctuations, as if at this life-and-death juncture.

All the distracting thoughts, worries, and Seven Emotions and Six Desires were forcibly excluded, rendered into nothing.

In those deep eyes, only indifference remained, like an emotionless Heavenly Dao, devoid of any ripples.

The surrounding air seed to freeze due to this change in aura, and a cold, emotionless aura rose around him.

Like an invisible barrier, it separated him from all disturbances around him.

Next, with a slight flick of Chen Tao’s wrist.

The longsword in his hand seed to co alive, emitting a clear and high-pitched sword cry.

Sword Qi, fierce and unparalleled, burst forth from his hand, densely and precisely directed at the weak points of the Beast King’s attack.

Like stars cutting through the night sky, dazzling yet deadly, bearing an unstoppable aura.

In an instant, the originally fierce attacks of the Ninth Grade Beast King crumbled under this magical sword technique.

Life-and-death crisis subtly dissolved amid this series of extraordinary counterattacks.

And on the other hand, that Ninth Grade Beast King, who discreetly struck, intending to preemptively eliminate the threat.

When it decided to ambush the target, it was filled with absolute confidence and disdain.

Yet, in that very instant, the world seed to freeze for a mont, a shocking, indescribable surge impacting its heart.

The scene it originally predicted would easily unfold did not occur.

Instead, its fierce and unmatched strike was stably countered by the Eighth Grade being it once considered as insignificant as an ant.

At this mont, ti seed to draw a deep chasm between the two, shattering the Beast King’s pride and arrogance through this silent collision.

Simultaneously, the failure of this attempt to overpower with size made it fall into a whirlpool of unprecedented embarrassnt and sha.

The scales on its body stood erect from extre anger, with powerful energy surging within like a violent storm.

"Roar---!"

The Beast King let out a heaven-shaking roar, a sound filled with boundless anger and unwillingness.

"Damn ant! How dare you defy your king, you are seeking death!"

Furious flas burned in its eyes, as if they could incinerate everything that dared challenge its majesty.

In this suffocating instant, the emotions within the Beast King’s heart could be accurately summarized in four words: "enraged and ashad."

Its massive body trembled slightly in the air.

Not only from the combat excitent but also from the fierce tremor in the dignity that had been provoked deep inside.

All of this urges it to launch a fiercer attack against its opponent, disregarding everything.

In the atmosphere, the heart of the Beast King, once filled with caution, care, and prudence.

At this mont, as if drained by an invisible force, rational and calm emotions were ruthlessly isolated outside a transparent barrier.

The previously interwoven emotional spectrum now only had anger left.

With an extrely distinct stance, it infinitely extended and expanded in its inner world until it occupied its entire Spiritual Domain.

The air was thick with oppressive and fiery aura, as if the very air trembled within this rage.

In the depths of the Beast King’s eyes, the blazing flas seed tangible.

Reflecting its pupils into a blood-red hue, seemingly able to burn everything that stood in its path to ashes.

At this fleeting mont, there was only one thought in its mind.

To completely obliterate this seemingly insignificant yet daring Eighth Grade ant challenging its majesty.

Eyes fixed deadly onto the opponent, the fierceness and resolve like an unsheathed sword, aid directly at the enemy’s throat.

Irrespective of everything around turning blur, only that imnse fury and killing intent grew ever stronger.