"Too weak!"
In a palace built against the mountain, Feng Bingwen looked down at the rising flames and crisscrossing demonic energy below and made his comments without any politeness. He couldn't help it; he was just too bored.
He has now ventured deep into the territory controlled by demons and alien races. Although he encountered a traitor at the border between the human and alien territories, their subsequent journey went very smoothly after the traitor summoned a Great Sage.
With the Great Sage's words, no demons or monsters dared to stop them along the way, not even those resorting to underhanded tactics. After all, the immortals and Buddhas protecting these human prodigies were not mere decorations.
As for resorting to underhanded tactics against terrifying beings that even the immortals and Buddhas protecting them cannot handle, that's unlikely. There's no need for that; it would be too beneath them. Besides, the human race isn't without its counterparts. For true supreme beings, distance is a joke.
Under these circumstances, this group of human prodigies visited a powerful demon clan. After explaining their purpose, they were naturally allowed to enter.
Their whereabouts were not secret. After the Great Sage Lantuo spoke, the matter had already begun to spread rapidly among the various demon and alien races outside the Nine Continents.
Now everyone knows that the human race was recently attacked by half-demons sent by the Golden Crow Clan, which caused them to lose face. Now they are sending out the best of the younger generation to regain their honor.
And that was it. The demon clan they visited, though considered a prominent clan in the world, had hundreds or even thousands of demon kings and dozens of demon immortals and demon gods, making them a force to be reckoned with.
The Cycle of Reincarnation
But in the end, they are just different races. How can the outstanding cubs of this race compare to the elite talents carefully selected by the human race?
Not to mention Feng Bingwen, the Supreme Daoist, none of the Daoist disciples or Buddhist disciples made a move. Only a few carefully selected true disciples who followed them made a move, and they swept through the clan, invincible and unstoppable.
Such an ugly outcome naturally enraged the demon clan on that side, but the Demon Saint had already drawn up the rules, and no demon clan dared to disobey them, for that would be to challenge the Demon Saint's authority.
Moreover, all they could do was rage. As beings at the level of demon immortals and demon gods, they simply couldn't unleash their fury on a group of human prodigies who hadn't yet matured. They were merely a large clan, but compared to the human race, they were utterly insignificant.
In the end, Feng Bingwen and his group were sent away by the frustrated demon clan. Naturally, the results of their battle could not be hidden and were spread throughout the continents.
The human race was naturally overjoyed and greatly encouraged. Such a result truly boosted morale and filled people with hope for the future of humanity.
After all, none of those Taoist disciples or Buddhist disciples made a move; they were just observing the whole time. Yet, a few of their true disciples swept through an entire clan. How could this not be exhilarating? The human race is no weaker than any other race.
In contrast, the demons were somewhat unsettled. Some powerful demon clans, having heard the news, began to stir, making connections and paying close attention to the movements of these human prodigies.
The instinct to fight and compete is inherent in the nature of most living beings, and the law of the jungle is the natural law of heaven and earth. In the realm of demons and monsters, this law is even more vividly manifested.
To many powerful demons, these human actions were seen as provocations, demonstrations, and even tests by the humans. They believed that if the humans showed weakness or fatigue, they would take advantage of the situation and further encroach on the territory the humans depended on for survival, expanding the territory that the humans could control.
Such a thing was absolutely intolerable, and many renowned clans began to take action, naturally resorting to insidious and despicable means.
To regain face and uphold the dignity of these demon races, they could only seek out outstanding descendants who were at the same level as those human prodigies, and defeat them in direct combat. Only in this way could they protect their interests and leave the human race speechless.
However, the demons' actions could not interfere with Feng Bingwen and his companions' journey. Based on the information they had gathered from the accompanying immortals, they visited several powerful clans, including renowned demon clans and extraordinary individuals born with extraordinary abilities.
No matter how extraordinary they were, when faced with the challenge from this group of the most outstanding human elites, they all ended up looking disheveled, utterly humiliated, and utterly disgraced.
Because no Taoist or Buddhist disciple intervened—there was no need at all—just a few true disciples were enough to suppress these demons and monsters so much that they couldn't raise their heads.
This outcome brought joy to the human race, but the demons were filled with gloom and found it hard to accept, especially the major demon clans that were swept away, who were filled with rage.
It wasn't that there weren't any demons who wanted to defend these embarrassing victories, after all, the human race had come prepared and had specially selected the most outstanding human elites.
The demon races that were challenged only learned of the matter after the Great Sage spoke, and hastily responded to the battle. They were unprepared and were swept aside without a single victory, which was actually a very normal result.
After all, while these powerful clans are considered excellent among demons, they are not worth mentioning in the grand scheme of things, and they cannot compare to the most noble bloodlines among demons.
cracking!
A mournful cry rang out from below, followed by a ferocious bird with a wingspan of nearly a hundred feet taking flight from the valley below. Its feathers, which appeared to be forged from black iron, were in disarray, and foul blood splattered in the air.
Below him, a young Taoist priest, with a smile on his face, held a spiritual pearl in his hand and took the steps of Yu, ascending into the sky with ease and composure, as if he were chasing not a ferocious beast, but a little chick.
In fact, for this prodigy born into a major human sect, the difference between the two was not significant. When facing him, this ugly, ferocious bird with three heads did not perform much better than a ground-dwelling chicken.
No matter how the ferocious bird darted through the mountains and valleys, the Taoist remained unhurried and kept a constant distance behind it. From time to time, a string of mysterious light would emanate from the spiritual pearl in his hand, striking the ferocious bird and causing it to tremble and scream in agony.
"Stop! We surrender, please don't chase us anymore!"
Finally, someone couldn't stand it any longer. The night sky suddenly darkened, obscuring the heavens in an instant. The aura of a demon immortal permeated the air. The young Taoist priest who was holding the lord in his hands stopped in his tracks. He looked at the "person" in front of him who was forcing a smile, but whose eyes were actually churning with real flames. The repulsive smile on his face became even brighter, and he looked extremely happy.
"You're too kind!"
The Taoist put away the spirit pearl, cupped his hands in a perfunctory manner, and ignored the tangible aura of the demon immortal surrounding him. Although he couldn't defeat it, he knew it was impossible to intimidate it with just its aura.
"..."
The man with a full head of black hair and a sinister face stared at the young Taoist in front of him. The smile on his face gradually disappeared, but the anger in his eyes became more and more obvious, and even brewed a trace of killing intent.
He was a demon immortal in human form, specially created to meet the challenges of these humans. In his daily life, he travels freely between heaven and earth in his true form.
He looked at the human Taoist in front of him, feeling extremely resentful. He had studied ancient history and knew that in ancient times, humans could only be used as food for his own race.
However, a group of humans found their ancestral land, but they could only force a smile to welcome them and arrange for their best descendants to spar with them. Then, they were all defeated by these humans with overwhelming advantages and fled in panic among their own tribe, losing all face.
How could such a thing happen?
This demon immortal was somewhat bewildered. In ancient times, their race could look down upon the human race, but now they could only watch as the human race humiliated and bullied them, and they had to suppress their anger and not lash out.
"Senior, I advise you to restrain yourself. If you dare to make a move in the car now, even without my protector killing you, a great demon will come and crush your head."
The young Taoist priest spoke with a smile, completely fearless, even daring to threaten a demon immortal who was at least a whole realm higher than him.
He was just an insignificant member among the many prodigies, as he had only obtained the position of a true disciple in the Dao Sect. Although he had tried to become a Dao Child, he ultimately failed.
Although the identity of a true disciple is already illustrious enough, it is still too obscure in a group composed of many Taoist and Buddhist disciples.
He only had the opportunity to shine in the early stages, bullying those powerful demon clans who, while strong enough, weren't considered top-tier bloodlines.
Later on, if he were to delve deeper and face the pure-blooded Golden Crow, Roc, Peacock, Vermilion Bird, and other top-tier demon cubs, well, he could still give it a shot. Of course, the best of the best would have to be dealt with by Daozi and the others.
"Young human, this is not your Nine Provinces. Do not push your luck!"
With her black hair flowing freely, the demon-immortal, resembling a great demon, spoke with an icy voice. If nothing unexpected happened, their group would become a laughingstock among the demons, utterly losing face.
Because all the descendants in their clan who could be considered even slightly outstanding had been defeated, without a single victory, and they hadn't even managed to get a single Dao Child level figure to make a move.
Thinking of this, these demon immortals raised their heads. At the top of the mountains, where palaces and pavilions were hidden, many eyes were quietly watching this place. He knew that these were the most outstanding young talents among the human race.
He had secretly fantasized in his heart that if all these human elites were lost, it would inevitably lead to a generational gap in the younger generation of humanity, which would be an extremely painful and unacceptable loss for the current human race.
Of course, he only thought about it; if he dared to put it into practice, the ancestors of his clan would kill him.
Once so many human prodigies are killed, the powerful beings of the human race will probably spare no expense and use their terrifying resources to wipe their race out of this world without leaving a trace. This is not something the human race has done before.
"Is this all the Ghost Car Clan has to offer?"
Atop the mountain peak, a young Taoist priest spoke softly. His voice was not loud, but it carried for miles around, immediately causing the accompanying demon kings and immortals to change color.
This is tantamount to pointing your finger at them and asking, "Are you sore losers?"
How can one tolerate such accusations?
"Why do you say such a thing, Supreme Daoist Master?"
Immediately, a terrifying ghost appeared before the young Taoist who had spoken. It was also in human form, and even had to conceal its aura. When an overly powerful being faces a creature of a lower realm, its aura can also be regarded as a malicious attack and oppression.
This ghost car did not want to cause such a misunderstanding. It did not want to offend the Great Sage Lantuo, nor did it want to provoke those top human sects, which would bring the danger of extermination and make the ghost car an extremely rare creature in the world.
What is he doing?
Feng Bingwen didn't say much. He pointed at the ghost carriage demon immortal whose body was filled with a strange, almost tangible evil aura. The demon immortal was now blocking the young Taoist priest's way, glaring at him like a predator, looking like he was about to devour him.
"It's just an admission of defeat on behalf of my despicable clan. Daozi, please don't overthink it, lest it cause unnecessary misunderstandings."
The ghostly vehicle in front of them, now in human form, looked extremely old, appearing frail and decrepit. Yet, this also gave the impression that this ferocious creature was unfathomable and should not be provoked.
When ferocious birds and beasts transform into human form, they are often modeled after the highest standards of the human race. They are often handsome men and beautiful women who are extraordinary and not to be underestimated. Anyone who is different usually has something remarkable about them.
"If that's the case, then that's good. May I ask if any members of your Ghost Chariot clan still have anyone willing to fight?"
Feng Bingwen nodded, then asked.
The old ghost chariot in front of him fell silent. He wanted to answer that there were, but in reality, there wasn't a single ghost chariot left that could fight. All the ones that were even remotely decent had been ravaged by this group of human prodigies.
He knew that not all humans were so powerful. The human cultivators in front of him were the best of the best, one in a billion.
However, he knew that none of this mattered. The outcome of this battle had already had a tremendous impact on their clan, and it was foreseeable that such an impact would be far-reaching.
In particular, it left an indelible shadow on the minds of those ghost chariots who had not yet grown up. If they encountered the human race in the future, they would lose three-tenths of their courage before even engaging in battle.
"After these humans leave, we need to take those young men to the land of humans and animals to devour more humans and offset the shadow of defeat. Otherwise, they may be useless in the future and unable to achieve great things."
Old Ghost's thoughts began to wander. He started planning how to erase the impact of this incident on his clan. As for their reputation among demons, it didn't matter. After all, they weren't the first clan to suffer a complete defeat, nor were they the worst off, nor were they at the bottom.
Given the formidable performance of these human prodigies, many more races will likely meet a tragic end, and even the high and mighty demon royal families will probably not fare well.
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