231 Eight Hundred Thousand Mountains
Then, his stern and ruthless face broke into a slight smile, a smile filled with boundless confidence and pride, as well as the joy of the moment, as he watched the departing figure, covered in blood.
He actually bowed slightly to him, his voice hoarse, low, joyful, and happy, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, unable to hide his excitement, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you, mortal."
In gratitude, I will allow you to die without pain. This is my greatest mercy.
With confidence and pride, his figure stood in the void like an eternal statue, as if he were a god or Buddha, symbolizing endless courage and power, the world was his alone, and everything was in his hands.
He Chen walked slowly forward, his blade crackling with flames and lightning, rapidly expanding. The cold light and fiery aura instantly dispelled the mental pressure he was under.
The deep voice said, 'Since you are so merciful, then disappear from this world. Living by attaching yourself to bloodlines, possessing the bodies of your descendants, with a clouded consciousness and unable to distinguish your own self, your continued existence is a waste of spiritual energy.'
With a single step, he struck the earth with the force of lightning. The earth seemed to tremble under his power, and instantly, cracks spread across the land like a spiderweb, stretching into the distance.
His figure instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, disappearing into the distance. Only a faint wisp of dust remained in the air, proving that he had passed by. The sharp sound of friction against the air was followed by his clothes spontaneously combusting, turning into a fireball.
He swept past the third monkey and charged into the monkey troop. He killed the monkeys in formation first, and with astonishing speed, he charged forward without hesitation within the formation.
With unparalleled speed, a single slash unleashed a thousand cuts. In an instant, the still-dancing monkey troop had their heads sent flying into the sky. A thousand heads rose simultaneously, creating a grand and terrifying scene.
This is not the end, but the beginning.
At that moment, it was like a bolt of lightning, the blade tracing arcs through the air. Each swing brought a chilling wind, accompanied by a thousand flashes of light, accompanied by bursts of explosive sounds in the air—a scene of wondrous beauty.
The wind of death followed, and the sound of the blade rubbing violently against the air was like thunder that resounded through the night sky. After one strike, a thousand monkey bodies were torn to pieces, lying on the ground, blood flowing like rain.
On the flowers, grass, and trees, tiny red blood droplets, like dazzling rubies, shone brightly.
The man kept moving, the knife kept moving, and in his mind, he was both calm and exhilarated, pushing his speed to the limit. In the blink of an eye, Monkey Three became furious, roaring like an erupting volcano.
His strength rapidly diminished, and he was instantly filled with rage, wishing he could devour the man. However, the man was too fast, and he couldn't catch him at all.
He roared, "Cowards! You humans are all cunning and treacherous cowards! If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on! Don't hide!"
Oh, you deserve to die! You've really angered me! I'm going to tear you to pieces!
I will slaughter humanity! You are a sinner against mankind! Come out now and fight me fairly!
There was no answer, only calm, wildness, madness, unwavering determination and sharpness. At that moment, the entire world seemed to stop because of the extreme speed and the swing of the blade. All sound vanished, leaving only the cold figure and the silver gleam of the blade cutting through the air.
In just a moment, the blade was covered in blood. After killing the last one, he stood up and changed into clean clothes.
At this moment, Monkey Three had shrunk completely, his body was thin and weak, as if he had been drained of all his strength, but his face was even more crazed, his eyes were blood red, and he was no longer recognizable as the one lying on the ground.
He yelled wildly, "Kid, you're asking for it!" With that, he hurled the steel fork in his hand, fast, accurate, and ruthless, its sharp edge whistling through the air.
Then, he turned and fled with incredible speed.
Suddenly, a large sword appeared out of nowhere. It had no sword aura, only a sharp blade and immense power, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving roads with unparalleled ruthlessness.
It flashed by, so fast that it didn't even have time to blink, and landed steadily from behind, starting from the back of the head and cutting down to the lower part, neatly splitting the two halves. The stench of blood shocked the monster's heart.
Then, with a thud, he fell to the ground, blood everywhere. With a wave of his hand, he collected the corpse without a second thought. Within his soul, Yi Dao had already extinguished his consciousness.
So that's how bloodline inheritance works. It's truly terrifying. Perhaps the first generation still has a trace of consciousness, merely assisting in strengthening the clan. As they devour more, their consciousness becomes increasingly complex and chaotic.
Survival and immortality are my only desires.
He moved swiftly, quickly gathering up the fifth and sixth tier items and storing them in his spatial ring.
Before the other monsters could make any further moves, today, naturally, not a single one of them would be spared.
The snake and bear tribes immediately swarmed out, showing no intention of retreating or fleeing; their only goal was to kill. If they didn't kill this person today, the Hundred Thousand Mountains would be ridiculed by other demonic beasts.
The serpent clansman, the spotted serpent, murmured, 'A person with such formidable physical strength is indeed powerful, but after killing so many, he must be exhausted by now.'
The bear chieftain's expression had changed, now filled with a murderous look. "He must be tired. The spiritual energy here is hostile to humans."
Let the Huang clan go first. See if their claws can kill him; even a tiny scratch will be his death.
The spotted snake nodded, its eyes icy cold. 'Yellow Wolf, now is your time to prove your worth. If you can poison this man, the Bear Clan and I are willing to grant you the status of the third race.'
After speaking, he looked at Huang Dalang, who was hiding under the tree hole, with a cold and murderous gaze, as if he was ready to tear him apart at any moment if he did not agree. His face was gloomy and cold, allowing no room for refusal.
The other snakes had already moved and surrounded them, awaiting their leader's command. At this moment, it felt as if they were surrounded by an iceberg, freezing everything around them, a chilling silence, as if it were the dead of winter.
His gaze was like a cold, sharp blade, ruthless and cruel. A ruthless look, perhaps, could grant him absolute dominance. How wonderful it would be to indulge in unrestrained revelry in these ten thousand mountains, enjoying such delicacies, lording it over others, becoming an immortal being—what could be worse?!
The bear leader felt the same way. He realized that his race could never outnumber the other races. He could only blame it on the fact that his race ate a lot, was large, and had difficulty moving around. Going out was troublesome, so naturally, the number of humans he could eat was not as convenient as that of other races.
If it were one's own tribe, tens of thousands of people, with these Hundred Thousand Mountains and the delicious human flesh, one could eat to one's heart's content. Humans truly have delicate skin and tender flesh—a delicacy indeed!
Huang Dalang was extremely conflicted. This was sending him to his death, but he had no choice. He had wanted to live a carefree life, but the circumstances had left him with no choice. Now, he had to bite the bullet and slowly come out.
He nodded and said, "Yes, yes, we'll begin right away, and we guarantee to poison this child."
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