Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 422: Class War, No Retreat Nor Surrender, Great Xia

Perhaps those ants from the mainline Human Race over there can be repurposed.

Amidst the surging thoughts in his heart, the idea Lin Ping’an had of setting out imdiately to annihilate these ant-like beings quietly dissipated.

anwhile, another thought quietly took precedence.

That is to use these strong individuals from the noble sects of the mainline Human Race as the second trial content.

As for how many casualties the fierce battles among the martial artists in this process will bring, he didn’t care in the slightest.

On the path to pursuing the ultimate strength, every hesitation and retreat could lead to irreversible disaster, this is a cruel yet true law—advance or retreat.

What’s more, martial artists contend, contending with the heavens, with the earth, and with others.

For hundreds of years, hasn’t Great Xia always instilled this mindset in all martial arts practitioners!

Now, it fits perfectly.

Furthermore, Lin Ping’an was never a babysitter for Great Xia.

He never played a role where he clean up the ss and shield the civilization from storms at all tis.

His existence is more like a guide and a guardian, rather than a re protector.

The Great Xia Civilization is like a towering tree.

If it wants to thrive and have deep roots, it must experience wind and rain, must absorb nutrients from hardships and setbacks to make its texture increasingly tough.

Only in this way can it stand tall and unyielding in the torrent of ti.

Any attempt to replace the civilization’s self-growth and tempering could put this civilization in a greenhouse flower-like fragile state.

Therefore, instead of watching various crises unpredictably erupt, it is better to plan strategically.

To lead Great Xia to face challenges and difficulties in a more stable and controlled manner.

At this mont, Lin Ping’an had completely broken out of being a re pawn in the chessboard and successfully transford into the master of the ga.

The once high and mighty chess players are now like his forr role, becoming pieces manipulated on this vast chessboard.

Lin Ping’an sat quietly in the center of the villa’s living room, and in his deep eyes, it seed to reflect countless crisscrossing chess paths.

Every piece carried their own life and destiny.

Under his control, whether attacking, defending, advancing, or retreating, they invisibly influenced the whole ga’s trajectory.

This ga was vast and extrely intricate, yet within it, there was no longer anyone who could play against him on equal footing.

After his strength soared to the Ninth Heaven, he had already beco like the hidden manipulator controlling the entire situation from behind the scenes.

Every subtle move could sway the weather and storms of the entire world.

Like the axis of the world, a single thought could decide the life and death of all things.

In an instant, countless intertwined trajectories of fate could be woven.

Those living beings in this world, regardless of their strength or status, couldn’t escape the seemingly invisible yet ubiquitous influence.

In this grand duel, where life is chess and fate is the ga, Lin Ping’an had already risen above everything.

And in an extraordinary stance, he quietly observed this endless ga.

On the other side, those strong individuals of the mainline Human Race still didn’t know that they had quietly been reduced to chess pieces.

Their tragic ending had already concluded.

Then, with a fleeting thought, he sent out a piece of information.

Next, he once again imrsed himself in cultivating the "Chaos Demon God Visualization thod," continuously enhancing his spiritual power.

Those trivial matters weren’t worth him particularly coming out to handle nor did they require much ti.

He only needed to watch quietly as the nursery grew.

At the sa ti, in a solemn and austere building in the bustling city.

The president of the Martial Arts Association, Zhang Zheng, was originally focused on handling a mountain of governntal affairs.

At that mont, a look of shock suddenly flashed across his dignified and resolute face.

It was as if a calm lake had a stone cast into it, stirring ripples.

In the spacious and bright office, sunlight stread through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the wall of honors.

Those maps symbolizing the glorious history of martial arts in Great Xia shone brightly in the sunlight, forming a stark contrast with the shock on his face at this mont.

Just a mont ago, a piece of information suddenly popped into his mind like a bolt from the blue.

The content was shocking, concerning the secrets of the mainline Human Race and the forces of the noble sects.

These pieces of information ca so abruptly yet were extrely clear, as if soone had directly implanted a mory into his mind.

Faced with this unexpected change, Zhang Zheng’s heart surged with waves.

But his years of calmness quickly composed him.

A brief mont of thought was enough to understand this anomaly.

In the entire Great Xia Human Realm, besides that mysterious and unfathomably powerful old monster, who goes by the alias Lin Ping’an.

No one else could do this.

The presence of that old monster, like a cloud covering the Great Xia martial arts world.

It was both a deterrence and, in another sense, a protection.

Of course, this information would not be false.

Because the other party had no reason to deceive.

A mont later, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and cald his mind, once again sorting through the information that erged in his head.

Every word was like a key, trying to unlock a hidden treasure chest buried deep in the sands of ti.

As ti passed and he delved deeper into the intelligence, Zhang Zheng’s expression gradually beca heavier.

Mainline Human Race dominated by sect influences?

A few exploration teams secretly ventured deep?

A massive number of powerful individuals stationed outside the mbrane spanning billions of miles?

...

Monts later, inside the office.

The originally tranquil air suddenly surged with subtle spatial fluctuations, as if there was an invisible force passing through it.

The air in front of him slightly warped, causing ripples like those on the surface of the water.

Imdiately, the spatial fluctuations intensified, as if a gate quietly opened.

In the next instant, two figures erged from the ripples.

They were none other than the other two mbers of the Three Giants of Great Xia—the Minister of Education, Qin Hai, and the Military Departnt’s Feng Wu.

Qin Hai was neatly dressed in a straight military uniform, exuding authority and depth between his eyebrows.

Feng Wu, on the other hand, wore a crisp military outfit, exuding a heroic spirit. The atmosphere instantly beca tenser and more solemn with their simultaneous appearance.

Clearly, their presence was not coincidental, but rather inford by sothing.

Zhang Zheng raised his head, and the three exchanged glances, though they hadn’t yet spoken.

The intent was already conveyed through their eyes.

A mont later, a heavy voice, tinged with coldness, rang out within the office.

Zhang Zheng: "Have you both received the information?"

Feng Wu: "Yes! We received it!"

Qin Hai: "The matter concerning the mainline Human Race! We cannot be unprepared! These people co with ill intentions!"