Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 235: Open Plot? Mutual Destruction? Then Mutual Destruction It Is! Great Xia Is Never Threatened

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: Open Plot? Mutual Destruction? Then Mutual Destruction It Is! Great Xia Is Never Threatened

Of course, the Great Xia official powerhouses appearing here are just a part of them; many others are stationed at Guardian City, deep within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, and defending at the frontline in Mountain and Sea City.

If they all returned, the numbers would be overwhelmingly reversed.

And, in terms of individual strength and combat experience, these official powerhouses are superior.

After all, the battles they have experienced far exceed those of the noble powerhouses.

At this moment, after the attack was blocked, the official powerhouses’ expressions turned cold, and they all looked unfriendly at the other side.

Feng Wu, the minister from the Military Department, took a step forward, and with a flash in her hand, a long spear divine weapon appeared in her palm.

She raised it, sharpness exposed, exuding a deathly aura.

Immediately after, she spoke fiercely.

"What do you intend to do? The Tuoba Family practices devouring people, unacceptable for the Human Race. Are you trying to cover up for them?"

As she spoke, the killing intent surged, as if ready to charge in at any moment.

Upon hearing these words, a gray-haired powerhouse, smiling all the while, stepped forward.

"Hehe! Devouring people to practice? What devouring people to practice? Minister Phoenix, don’t speak carelessly! It’s nothing but martial artist disputes!"

"We have never laid a hand on ordinary people, how could we violate the Great Xia prohibition!"

Others echoed with a sneering tone.

"That’s right! Since when did entering grade martial artists become ordinary people!"

"So what if it’s devouring people to practice? Does Great Xia prohibit it? I don’t remember such a rule."

"Hehe! Unacceptable for the Human Race? Since when do you represent the Human Race? Aren’t we noble families part of the Human Race?"

"Exactly... It’s truly ridiculous! Accusations of cover-up! Your reasons are simply unfounded!"

"..."

Upon hearing these mocking words, Feng Wu almost exploded with rage, her qi blood surged, and she swung her spear, launching an attack without a second thought.

Facing such aggression, some of the noble ninth grades among them stepped forward to block.

With a loud explosion, the attack annihilated the void, stirring up space once more.

Seeing this, Feng Wu’s expression turned cold, ready to advance for a fight again.

Yet, before she could make a move, Qin Hai and Zhang Zheng stepped in to stop her.

The two looked at the fearless noble ninth grade group opposite, with a glimmer of coldness in their eyes.

At this moment, the situation became clear to them.

This group of cancerous tumors united, prepared to formally confront the Great Xia officials.

Of course, saying confrontation, it was truly a threat.

They were betting on them not daring to start a war, using countless people within the Human Realm as hostages.

Everything was openly planned.

Either let it go and allow the noble families to act recklessly, or fight to the bitter end, causing significant damage to the entire Human Race.

This was the deception of gentlemen with straightforward intentions, just like now.

For a moment, the more Zhang Zheng pondered, the darker his expression became, unable to suppress the killing intent in his heart.

But this was open planning, unless willing to risk everything, he had no solution.

At this instant, only one thought was left in his mind.

The noble families truly deserve to die!

Just when the Human Race was beginning to show promise, they encounter these cancerous tumors rampaging.

They must be killed!

All must be killed!

A short distance away, the Minister of Education, Qin Hai, clad in white and exuding a refined aura, harbored similar killing intent, his eyes emitting a coldness akin to ice from the ninth heaven.

Yet outwardly, he remained impassive, as calmly as the undisturbed Dead Sea.

At the same time.

The noble ninth grade powerhouses knew they had to be cautious in pushing too far.

The so-called desperate fight was mere rhetoric!

Previously selfish, never taking risks at the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, now, how could they genuinely engage in a life-and-death battle?

Thus, the old man resumed his insincere smile, speaking pedantically.

"You are young, and simply do not understand."

"In comparison, noble families better represent the Human Race; Great Xia has only been established for a few hundred years, while our noble families have existed for thousands, even millennia."

"Over time, you will understand that the choices we make are genuinely for the good of the race."

"The strong should stand above the weak."

"Sacrificing a few ants can protect the interests of many more, this is correct..."

The Great Xia official powerhouses’ expressions grew increasingly grim, their eyes sharp as knives.

If looks could kill, that old man, the Tuoba family patriarch, even those noble ninth grades would have been torn to pieces.

Just then, Qin Hai, from the Ministry of Education, smirked coldly.

Looking across, he interrupted, saying.

"Fine, fine, fine! You truly are remarkable!"

"Since you’ve made such accusations, let’s settle it!"

"My Great Xia has never feared threats, nor death, whether dying on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races or eradicating Human Race traitors, dying nine times without regret!"

"I really want to see, who’s the first to perish, you or us!"

As soon as this was said, in an instant, the official powerhouses erupted in anger, wielding their divine weapons, qi blood like dragons, filled with killing intent as they stared at the opposition.

Simultaneously, they roared in fury.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"..."

Witnessing this scene, the noble elder was instantly dumbfounded, visibly flustered.

He never expected the opponents to be so fierce, gambling on severely damaging the Human Race’s vitality just to annihilate the noble families.

This... This... This damn it completely ignored the rules of engagement!

Just having laid down a four, the opponents threw out a king bomb, and dared to go all in.

Beside him, twenty-some noble ninth grades also turned extremely pale.

Faced with this situation, they too were unprepared.

Even though they held a numerical advantage, they lacked absolute confidence in victory.

After all, those killers opposite crawled from piles of exotic beast corpses, fighting fiercely with real weapons; victory wasn’t assured.

Moreover, even if they won, then what?

The best result would see most of them also perish in battle.

Sacrificing themselves to fulfill other families, they weren’t prepared for such greatness.

Furthermore, family interests for them were merely complementing achievements.

In a moment of absolute peril, should abandoning their family allow these individuals to survive, they would undoubtedly prioritize their own preservation.

As long as the strongest patriarch lived, he could quickly establish a new noble family.

However, despite tremors in their hearts and thoughts of retreat, outwardly, they wouldn’t expose fear.

In this moment, among the noble families formed a class, a unity; if breached, none would fare well.

Only by aligning together could they resist and fight for greater benefits.

Twenty-some ninth grade auras erupted simultaneously, confronting the officials.

The confrontation of nearly forty ninth grades stirred the void, space issuing cracking sounds.

Even the pressure extended from the void outward.

Nearby towns were instantaneously oppressed.

Middle and lower grade martial artists’ eyes filled with panic, shivering all over.

Citizens likewise felt as if a massive stone pressed upon their hearts, faces pale and filled with distress.

An ominous sense loomed, as if something significant was happening.

Dozens of intertwining auras clashed, opposed one another.

At the same time.

Far away at the Great Xia Academy, Lin Ping’an suddenly halted cultivation, looked into the distance, raised his brows, murmuring to himself.

"Hmm! Ninth grades? So many? Nearly forty! All in the Human Realm! What exactly is happening? I must go see!"

With those words, he rose, tearing space, stepping within.