Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 206: The Beast Kings’ Rage and Fear, Miraculous Creation, Ultra-Miniature Flesh Altar

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: The Beast Kings’ Rage and Fear, Miraculous Creation, Ultra-Miniature Flesh Altar

Across various social media platforms, within chat and communication software, all kinds of comments filled the air.

"Damn! Noble martial artists? And a whole five of them! All wiped out completely, it’s truly terrifying!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Wuwuwu... Gold can’t buy a prodigal’s return. I admit I’ve changed my view of the noble martial artists as a group!"

"Are you crazy? Even killing exotic beasts doesn’t require such a method! How is this different from sending oneself to die on purpose?"

"The person upstairs is brain-dead! Regardless of the outcome, they dared to kill exotic beasts, would you dare? You just keep blabbering nonstop! If you can do it, go ahead and try!"

"Eerie! It’s really too eerie! Those cowardly, oppressive noble martial artists actually took the initiative towards the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races! And they were all wiped out! This is too eerie!"

"Agreed! The whole incident exudes an inexplicable sense of weirdness. Could they have been possessed by something sinister?"

"Heh! It feels like the sun has risen in the west! The world is truly ridiculous!"

"..."

But regardless of guesses or thoughts, they wouldn’t affect anything.

Nevertheless, after this incident, the trend of practicing martial arts in Great Xia became even more popular.

Even the noble families disappearing overnight, such a terrifying event, the Great Xia authorities didn’t issue any definitive outcome.

If one doesn’t enhance their strength more, who knows what might happen in the future.

Though training doesn’t really help, three Ninth Grade powerhouses have died.

But doing so can somewhat have a psychological effect, adding some confidence from within themselves.

Moreover, if truly faced with desperate situations, at worst use the "Celestial Demon Dissolving Technique", and perish together!

Precisely because of this, the already near-limit sales volume surged again.

In the High Martial World, the spirit of its people is just so fierce; even before dying, they want to bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent.

Life and death are taken lightly; if you don’t accept it, then fight.

In fact, these people have no idea that everything began with a few noble families targeting Lin Ping’an.

On the other side, deep within Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, the Beast Kings gathered again, communicating via spiritual power, their topic directly related.

Each gigantic creature, towering hundreds of meters high, blocked out the sun, occupying their own area.

The pressure they emitted made it so no exotic beasts dared to come near within a thousand miles.

In the distant Mountain and Sea City, paying attention to the gathered pressure a thousand miles away, numerous human powerhouses also kept constant watch.

The saying goes, ’Do not harbor ill intent, but maintain vigilance,’ especially when dealing with exotic beasts.

Although it seemed those Beast Kings had no intention of invading, who could say whether they’d seize the chance to attack, or bypass Mountain and Sea City, entering human territories?

Even with last time’s major victory, these powerhouses dared not to underestimate them.

It’s a matter of the race’s survival, the life and death safety of countless lives, it must be handled with utmost caution.

Those careless ones have long been slain.

The remaining human powerhouses, even those who seem reckless and brainless, aren’t as simple as they appear, all harboring vigilance.

Since the last battle, not much time has passed, and those Beast Kings’ injuries have yet to heal completely.

Their recovery ability is strong but it’s relative, the injuries they suffered came from human powerhouses of equivalent grade, not easy to mend.

At this moment, a bald-headed, bull-shaped Beast King, looked hatefully towards Mountain and Sea City now and then.

For it, recent times could be described as unfortunate events, the hundreds of thousands of human blood tribute yet to be secured, and during the previous battle, a horn was forcibly broken off.

After numerous blood sacrifices, finally contacting that thriving organization, yet it lost connection completely just two days ago.

Yesterday, a human lunatic suddenly appeared, who self-destructs upon disagreement—if not for running fast, sacrificing another horn, it might have perished right there.

Truly unlucky to the point of a broken tooth from drinking cold water.

Currently, it’s become a lone commander; below it, not to mention Beast Generals, even Beast Soldiers are all dead.

"Damn humans, they actually came again to provoke, must kill them... must go for the kill!"

"Absolutely! I agree, ever since the last battle, just a few days later, they again initiated an attack, and targeting the Beast Kings specifically, they clearly disregard us."

"This time it was the humans who initiated the war, there must be a response! Otherwise, it will happen more often in the future."

"Agreed! No one wants to be ambushed while asleep in their own territories, right?"

"..."

However.

As the discussion reached this point, suddenly a Beast King weakly spoke.

"But... last time we didn’t win, this time..."

As soon as the words were out, the converging spiritual powers immediately became silent.

In this moment, the atmosphere was exceptionally awkward.

After a long time.

"Ahem... no need to worry... The situation has been reported! There will be support! Heard that this time a Lord from the Dragon Race will come to oversee!"

"Really? Is that true? That’s fantastic!"

"Ahahaha... Dragon Race!!! Awesome! Let’s see if those humans dare to continue to be arrogant this time!"

"Let’s talk after that Lord appears."

"Yes, yes, yes! If we can’t beat them, then there’s no point in going!"

"..."

For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly lightened.

But just then, a Beast King suddenly spoke.

"Yesterday, we suffered quite a loss, the Heaven-Devouring Python King, Wind Chasing Rabbit King, Bloodthirsty Wolf King... and five others all perished. Whose task was it to collect their bodies? They need to be brought back deep for burial..."

Immediately, silence fell over the scene.

"Ah... Did anyone see? No idea!"

"Couldn’t find them, when we arrived, there was nothing!"

"Correct! That’s right! After they fell, it seems their bodies were taken by human powerhouses!"

"..."

All Beast Kings present denied seeing anything, but some, deep in their eyes, hinted slyness.

The corpses of Ninth Grade Beast Kings are precious items, who would hand them over, that would be foolish.

Strengthening themselves, recovering injuries, it’s much better than giving it away for free.

As for supposedly returning their bodies, it’s nothing but a joke.

One hundred percent they’d end up in some Beast King’s belly, even if not, they’d be offered to those major Beast King families.

Other possibilities absolutely don’t exist.

After tens of breaths, seeing no benefit to be gained, those Beast Kings then split open the Void and left, returning to their respective territories to heal.

In the Great Xia Academy, inside Villa Number One.

Lin Ping’an’s thoughts shifted, from within the Space Ring, he withdrew a piece of flesh from an Eighth Grade Beast General, restrained its pressure, and began cooking.

"This is the last piece left, no inventory now!"

"Forgot, really forgot, yesterday actually forgot to retrieve those Ninth Grade Beast King corpses, now it’s a bargain for those creatures."

"Never mind, I’ll find time to slaughter two more, choose the Beast Kings with better meat quality to kill."

"When that time comes, I’ll have it all!"

After muttering a couple of sentences, Lin Ping’an didn’t really dwell much on it.

To him, as he said.

Ninth Grade Beast King?

Just garbage that can be killed at will!

Besides providing Civilization Value, it only has the function as a food source.

A few hours later, after enjoying his culinary indulgence, he slightly recalled; he suddenly found an interesting event from the memories of those evil cult remnants.

With a shift in thoughts, a small sacrificial altar hidden within the Space Ring appeared in Lin Ping’an’s hand.

Though palm-sized, it weighed ten thousand pounds.

Of course, to him, it was nothing more than a toy, which he could lift and play around casually.