Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 428: The Terror of Great Xia’s Experts—A Chasm of Di

"Pa, pa, pa, pa~"

The crisp and fierce slapping sound exploded in the air.

Like a string of firecrackers, it shook the heart.

The Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia, his arm like sturdy bamboo in a storm.

Swiftly swinging, with the force of a thousand pounds.

Every strike brought forth illusory yet oppressively overwhelming shadows, as if the very air was torn by the power.

anwhile, during the beating, that powerhouse’s eyes were cold as a blade, his movents precise and rciless.

The dense sound of slaps echoed over the silent battlefield, like the mocking laughter of the Death God, sending chills down the spine.

At this mont, the leader of the Mainline Human Race’s exploration team, Yuwen Tianlong, was suffering unprecedented pain and torture.

His cheeks were swollen and red, blood at the corner of his mouth.

His body, too, swayed under the other’s tempest-like assault, appearing utterly disheveled.

From the visible blows to the body, he was already battered and bruised.

In his internal world, he endured indescribable humiliation and pain.

Every loud slap was like a heavy hamr, crashing down on his dignity, shattering his pride in an instant.

Who would have thought that the heroic image Yuwen Tianlong had imagined, of heroically fighting alone against a crowd.

In reality, t such a brutal and ruthless reversal.

He thought he could hold the pass single-handedly, unleash thunderous might and sweep away his opponents, but instead faced a cold and direct humiliation.

Anyone stepping forward was utterly defenseless against the blows.

Moreover, it was an assault humiliating his very person.

So people are alive, but they are socially dead.

Now, Yuwen Tianlong is just like that.

In a short mont, Yuwen Tianlong fell from the clouds to the abyss.

His heart went through initial anger to outrage, and finally to numb stupor.

His gaze, once a raging inferno, gradually extinguished, turning into a dead grey ash.

The transition from hot-bloodedness to a heart like dead ashes, was like a soul-stirring tragic song, tightening the heart in mourning.

So people are alive, but they are already dead.

At this mont, Yuwen Tianlong is like a person who, while alive, has been thoroughly defeated.

His once pride and dignity, trampled completely in this confrontation.

This battle unquestionably beca the most painful lesson of his life, and the darkest mory in his heart.

Below the battlefield, the talented disciples who rushed out upon hearing the sound, now all stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the ever-surging sky, seemingly shocked by the sight.

The battle that was about to erupt, at this mont, as if pressed with a pause button.

The entire space was filled with extre oppressive stillness.

The air seed to freeze, so heavy it was suffocating.

Every face of the talented ones showed expressions of confusion and despair without exception.

It was a profound awe of the unknown powerful force, and a helpless sigh at their own insignificance.

Even the renowned, formidable Ninth Grade powerhouse, Elder Yuwen, was battered and left in a state of disarray, like a grandson.

This undoubtedly cast a thick shadow over the hearts of the talented ones.

Witnessing this scene, every talented one couldn’t help but calculate silently in their hearts.

If even Elder Yuwen cannot resist the opponent, is there still any need for this battle to continue?

This question was like a giant stone, weighing heavily on every heart, filling this world with thick despair and helplessness.

After a short silence, in everyone’s mind, like stars streaking across the night sky, the correct answer flashed instantly.

The answer to this question was not a sudden enlightennt but, like the dawn light illuminating the earth, obvious all along.

Just that, there was resistance in the heart, unwilling to admit it at first.

In a few breaths, it seed even the air had frozen.

High above, the Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia seed to have lost his patience.

A look of boredom and indifference flashed in his eyes, as if to tell everyone he was tired of the beating.

Or perhaps unwilling to continue wasting his precious ti on such an undisputed ga.

He didn’t say a word, not even a single one was needed.

With a casual lift of his hand, the movent like clouds and flowing water, seemingly random yet containing thunderous power.

In an instant, he shattered Yuwen Tianlong’s Qi blood, sealing his spiritual power.

Seizing him entirely, as easily as an eagle catching a chick.

This scene happened so swiftly, that many hadn’t even blinked before the outco was settled.

Thereafter, the Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia cast his gaze downward.

His eyes swept over the battlefield like a cold chilling wind, making every talented one shiver involuntarily with a chill in their hearts.

The strength and resolve contained in his gaze seed to penetrate all falsehoods and facades, directly reaching the heart’s core.

The entire world seed to be enveloped by this gaze, the talented ones holding their breath simultaneously, as if awaiting the unknown judgnt to follow.

In the next instant.

"Clang~"

In the heart of a certain disciple, a storm suddenly arose, engulfed instantly by endless fear and panic.

His gaze betrayed an unmistakable look of distraction.

He stood stiffly in place, like a weathered stone statue.

The weapon he held tightly slipped weakly due to gravity, releasing a crisp and cold "clang" sound.

Like the echo in a mountain valley at night, it reverberated long in this oppressive air.

Imdiately following, such a suffocating scene seed to trigger a chain reaction.

"Clang~ Clang~ Clang~"

A series of similar sounds followed successively, forming in this instant a tragic and helpless symphony.

Those young Martial Artists, once hailed as talents in the Mainline Human Race.

At this mont, they chose to give up resistance almost unanimously.

They dropped their weapons, letting them fall onto the hard ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Facing the desperation ahead, this group of spoiled talented ones in the greenhouse, their eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

The pride and sharpness that once shone brightly, now subrged by an unstoppable fear.

Even the most basic courage to resist was rcilessly stripped away.

Their bodies still erect, but their inner defenses have entirely collapsed.

They can only submit, accepting the ruthless judgnt of fate.

At the sa mont, mbers of the Martial Arts Association’s enforcent squad, ten tis greater in number, appeared from every corner outside the manor, like a pack of wolves in the night.

Under everyone’s gaze, each enforcent squad Martial Artist donned in battle armor, emblazoned with the unique emblem of the Martial Arts Association, symbolizing identity and authority.

Their faces deeply etched with the marks of ti and experience.