Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 384: Severing Emotion! Severing Body! Severing Self!

On the other side, nurous Ninth Grade Peak powerhouses of Great Xia witnessed this scene, and each was filled with righteous indignation, unable to restrain their fury.

Their eyes burned with anger, unleashing a thunderous wrath that was impossible to suppress.

An elder with white hair and beard, wearing a black robe with golden edges, fixed his gaze like a torch on the arrogant Ninth Grade Beast King, scolding harshly.

"You damn beast! Daring to exploit your profound cultivation to bully the weak, without any sense of justice, it’s nothing but courting death!"

Another burly middle-aged man with a sturdy fra, carrying a heavy sword on his back.

The muscles on his face twitched as he punched back two other Ninth Grade Beast Kings with his iron fist, cursing through gritted teeth.

"A dignified Ninth Grade Beast King stooping so low to trouble an Eighth Grade Grandmaster, and even more despicable, using such underhanded thods as ambush!"

"A beast is always a beast, never able to rid itself of innate baseness and cunning!"

Another middle-aged strongman with handso features and an elegant deanor. His long sword unsheathed, with sword qi swirling, and a resolute look between his brows, pointed coldly towards the Beast King.

"You filthy creature, if you have the guts, fight head-on, let’s see who’s stronger. If I don’t slice you down with a sword, I’ll swear off being human!"

At this mont, the hearts of these Ninth Grade powerhouses of Great Xia were filled with fury and contempt for the shaless Beast King.

Every word and every action declared their rage to heaven and earth.

On the other side, however, the Beast Kings engaged in conflict with them seed even more exhilarated, as if they had spotted a tactic that could confuse these opponents, and each started to urge.

"Hahaha... Cyan Wolf King! Quickly cut down that blood feast!"

"Yes, yes! Kill that guy! To actually dare resist the great conquest of the Dragon Race! Such ignorance!"

"To still be distracted while battling us, instead of worrying about that ant, you should consider your current plight instead."

"..."

Various demoralizing words toward the powerhouses of Great Xia were uttered from the mouths of these Ninth Grade Beast Kings.

Since the start of the confrontation, they found it sowhat challenging, and with this kind of opportunity to provoke mistakes from their opponents, they certainly weren’t going to let it slip by.

Among them, so more intelligent Beast Kings used taunts against the Cyan Wolf King, who was the one launching the ambush.

"Cyan Wolf King, did you overexert yourself on your concubine before, why are you so weak now?"

"Exactly! Unable to imdiately take down an Eighth Grade ant, what a disgrace to the Ninth Grade."

"Be careful, lest the blood feast turns around and kills you, then the entire Cyan Wolf Race would beco the laughing stock of the Mountain and Sea Realm."

"..."

Hearing these words, the anger that had already been burning within the Cyan Wolf King erupted like a volcano from the depths of its heart.

Its red-hot hatred utterly consud its reasoning.

Already blinded by boundless rage, it sank even further into an inextricable state of frenzy.

Aside from the desire for slaughter, everything else in the world turned to nothingness in its eyes.

The originally sly and ferocious glint in the Cyan Wolf King’s eyes was now dyed blood red with blazing anger.

Like two bleeding rubies, they shimred in the darkness, emitting an intimidatingly fierce light.

At this mont, it fixed its gaze on the Eighth Grade Peak Grandmaster Chen Tao before it, the resentnt and determination in its eyes were almost tangible, nearly piercing through the opponent’s body and deep into his soul.

Its razor-sharp fangs glistened, every breath stirred with a deep growl, and saliva hung at the edges of its teeth.

It was a primal urge to hunt and the tension of an impending attack, further signifying extre disdain and undisguised murderous intent towards its enemy.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The deafening wolf howl echoed in the valley, like the rumble of thousands of troops, akin to a dirge within heaven and earth.

As the howl fell, the Cyan Wolf King no longer hesitated, its form moved.

Like a streak of lightning tearing through the sky, carrying an irresistible montum, it charged headlong towards Chen Tao, determined to shred this ant-like existence into pieces.

Simultaneously.

The Eighth Grade Grandmaster Chen Tao, stood as upright as a green pine, his face as calm as still water, and the indifference in his eyes seed to see through the world’s chaos and emotional entanglents.

Gripping tightly the long sword that had accompanied him through countless years, its blade reflected a cold and deep glow under the moonlight, as if bearing endless vicissitudes and stories.

"Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique—Emotion-Cutting Sword!"

Chen Tao murmured softly, the sword tip quivered slightly.

A glimr of cold light, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, directly targeted the emotional bonds deep in the Cyan Wolf King’s heart.

That sword seed to sever all emotional entanglents in the world, rcilessly and resolutely.

Following this.

"Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique—Body-Cutting Sword!"

The sword’s montum intensified rapidly, and the sword qi surged forth like a hanging galaxy, striking directly at the Cyan Wolf King’s weakest defenses.

Each inch of sword light precisely locked onto a fatal point, as though even the air was cleaved into pieces by this fierce sword intent.

At last.

"Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique—Self-Cutting Sword!"

Chen Tao’s figure darted, rging man and sword into one, transforming into a dazzling sword radiance charging straight towards the Cyan Wolf King.

That sword was not only aid at the opponent but also cut towards oneself.

Cutting away all hesitation, fear, and weakness, showcasing a grandmaster’s spirit of unparalleled courage, ready to face death without hesitation.

As the three swords passed, the light in the Cyan Wolf King’s eyes instantly lost its forr luster.

All the joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures of the world seed severed by these three swords, like a fire under the cover of ice, silently extinguished.

At this mont, the Cyan Wolf King felt its heart becoming empty.

As if stripped of all emotions and thoughts, leaving only a desolate void.

The raging flas of anger that once seared hot enough to boil its own blood now seed to leave not a trace of warmth behind.

In its heart, there was no longer the desire for battle, the anticipation for victory, or even hatred for the Human Race, anger over the failed sneak attack, or obsession over the survival of its kind...

Everything beca so indifferent, as if having seen through the troubles and conflicts of the world, with no interests remaining.

Its thoughts turned ethereal and remote, seemingly gazing into endless nothingness.

Its inner world was like an expansive starry sky, silent and directionless, without aim or aning.

Whether the aning of survival, the purpose of protecting its kin, or the significance of challenging the Human Race, all after those three swords, fell like shooting stars, sinking into an abyss of nothingness, unreachable evermore.

Its sense of existence gradually faded, as if about to rge with this vast land, to beco a wisp of breeze, a speck of dust, scattered with the wind, with no attachnts remaining.