Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 385: Sinister Swordsmanship, the Panic of Numerous B

This unprecedented emptiness and loneliness.

It allowed the Cyan Wolf King to deeply savor a sense of detachnt and relief that transcended life and death, race, and all emotional constraints.

It let go of everything, relinquished all resistance, and was utterly intoxicated and unable to extricate itself.

anwhile, on the other side, the Eighth Grade Grandmaster Chen Tao did not stop, but rather let out a cold, fierce roar.

"Die! Beast!"

Sword lights slashed down from beyond the heavens, instantly weaving into an impenetrable net.

Whether it was speed, angle, or power, all reached the extre.

In an instant, the Cyan Wolf King’s massive body was frozen mid-air, as if ti had stopped at this mont.

Suddenly, countless blood blossoms exploded from its body like fireworks, vivid and poignant.

Golden blood poured down from the sky like torrential rain, driving countless Middle-Low Tier Exotic Beasts around into a frenzy to snatch it, their roars resounding ceaselessly, creating a chaotic and violent scene.

Yet, despite the unrivaled power of this strike, which directly tore through the Cyan Wolf King’s tough scale armor and penetrated its flesh.

The gap between Eighth Grade and Ninth Grade was like a natural chasm.

This attack, capable of instantly obliterating any Eighth Grade Exotic Beast, did not manage to completely end the Cyan Wolf King.

It rely severely wounded it to the extre, causing its life force to rapidly weaken, yet it still clung to life.

Imdiately after, the Eighth Grade Grandmaster Chen Tao’s eyes glead coldly, his figure swiftly advancing.

Like a ghost he shuttled through the bloody rain.

Each strike was precise and ruthless, the sword light always hitting the Cyan Wolf King’s fatal wounds.

Each sword was like striking the death knell for the Cyan Wolf King’s life, accelerating the countdown to its death.

At the sa ti, his Spiritual Power surged forth like a vast sea of stars.

Silently infiltrating the depths of the Cyan Wolf King’s soul, continuously sharpening, eroding the opponent’s spiritual imprint, preparing to completely erase its will to live and source of strength.

Hundreds of strikes, thousands of strikes... each was heavy and resolute.

Yet the Cyan Wolf King remained unresponsive, rely emptyly enduring it all.

The once glorious fla of life gradually dimd under the incessant onslaught.

Until it was as weak as a candle fla, flickering uncertainly in the wind, seemingly ready to be extinguished at any mont...

Until the mont of the one thousand nine hundred ninety-ninth strike, the air seed to freeze, so still that only the sharp sword edge piercing the void could be heard.

In this oppressive and tense atmosphere, the final strike streaked across the sky like a teor, piercing precisely and ruthlessly into the Blood Wolf Demon Beast a thousand ters away.

"Boom~"

A loud explosion, like thunder exploding, deafening.

With the fall of this strike, the Cyan Wolf King, previously roaring and struggling in the sky, with a body so large that it blocked out the sun.

Finally could not sustain itself, its massive flesh falling like a mountain from the sky.

Crashed to the ground, raising a sky full of dust and blood mist, an extrely startling sight.

The mont the wolf corpse hit the ground, the entire world seed to tremble, a terrifying energy aftermath spreading out, causing ripples in the surrounding space.

And on the battered sky above, appeared a scene of shocking anomalies—the Heavens weeping for the fall of a Ninth Grade.

Magnificent and yet tragic blood-colored clouds, pouring down like tears.

Dyeing half the sky red, as if even the heavens were mourning the passing of such a mighty life.

From the beginning of the battle till now, countless thrilling scenes of combat played out one after another.

Yet at this mont, the first Ninth Grade Beast King, fell in this unprecedented counterattack battle.

At this mont, countless Great Xia People watching the projection suddenly cheered.

"Wow! So aweso! Absolutely aweso! Eighth Grade counterattacking Beast King! Simply crazy!"

"Vice Director Chen is so strong! Simply mind-blowingly powerful!"

"Did you notice! After those three swords, the Beast King directly gave up resisting and chose to surrender to death!"

"It’s the Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique! Vice Director Chen used the Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique! It’s the Celestial Level Technique created by Guardian God!"

"This technique is really wicked! It actually made the Beast King give up resisting!"

"Brothers, I suddenly have a bold idea."

"Go for it! The Celestial Dao Emotionless Sword Technique must be bought! Who said the Celestial Level Technique released by Guardian God at a price of one billion rit is too expensive? Co out and face it!"

"Indeed, it’s worth the price! This technique is so amazingly powerful, one billion is just like giving it for free."

"..."

Beside the battlefield, not far away, nurous Beast Kings witnessed this thrilling showdown from beginning to end.

At this mont, the originally wild and chaotic battlefield was shrouded in an eerie and heavy atmosphere.

The Cyan Wolf King, this renowned and ferocious overlord among beasts, after a few swings of the sword from an insignificant Eighth Grade ant, gave up struggling, and was cut down bit by bit alive.

This sudden change, this unbelievable scene, left all the nearby Beast Kings dumbfounded, their hearts filled with imnse shock and disbelief.

They stared wide-eyed, recalling the mont the Cyan Wolf King gave up resisting and chose slaughter, as if witnessing a spectacle overturning common sense.

Wicked!

It is truly so wicked!

This thought exploded in the minds of the Beast Kings like thunder, their faces showing expressions of extre alarm.

However, precisely because of this, at this mont, all the Beast Kings’ killing intent and dread towards Chen Tao reached an unprecedented peak.

In the depths of their eyes shone a mix of reverence and fear, a sense of crisis surged in their hearts, making them feel the approach of death.

At the sa ti, nurous Beast Kings had another thought flash through their minds.

If this Eighth Grade ant can counterattack the Beast King, bringing a fatal threat.

Then, are the other ants also...

Thinking this, they automatically denied it.

Absolutely not possible!

The appearance of this one prodigy is already unimaginable, how could it be possible for all to be such heaven-defying existences.

anwhile, not far away in the duel, other Eighth Grade Grandmasters seed to also tear off all disguises at this mont.

One after another unleashing their true strength, starting to madly slaughter Exotic Beasts of the sa tier.

"Abi Dao Three Blades—Life-Slaying! Soul Destruction! Reincarnation Three-in-One Technique! Kill!"

"Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Slash! Go to hell!"

"Phoenix Nirvana Scripture! Battle again! Battle again!"

"..."

Each strike carried the sound of breaking air, like thunderbolts, piercing straight into vital points.

Those Eighth Grade Beast Generals, usually imposing, were now falling like leaves.

Falling from the sky like raindrops hitting the ground, raising a mist of blood.

Their eyes filled with unwillingness and shock, unable to believe they would fall so easily at the hands of Great Xia Martial Artists of the sa level.