I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 370 - 56: The Hundred Clans, The Great-Grandson of the Emperor

Chapter 370: Chapter 56: The Hundred Clans, The Great-Grandson of the Emperor

The figure had not yet arrived, but the hoarse voice was already heard.

"Young genius of the Human Race, would you be willing to join our Demon Tribe? We can provide resources and Scriptures," Zhu Zi approached slowly, clad in a red Feather Robe, standing below the cliff, looking up.

HIs crimson eyes carefully scrutinized the young man before him.

In the past half month, not only had the Human Race been buzzing with his name, but even spies from the Hundred Clans had relayed back some information about the other side.

A genius without equal, headstrong and unyielding, harboring grievances with the Human Race’s Royal Division over the ownership of a resource.

No, it was no longer just grievances.

The existence known as Liang Hui had acted against those above him, slaughtering nine-tenths of the Human Race’s Falling Snow Royal Division.

Such an accomplishment was something the Hundred Clans could not achieve, even with great sacrifices.

That’s why this recruitment was taking place, after all, having done such a deed, the Human Race could no longer accommodate the young man.

"Beings clad in fur and armor dare to appear before me," Liang Hui’s gaze was cold, his inner disdain unmasked as he tilted his head, scanning the surroundings.

"Or is it those vermin hiding in the shadows who have given you the courage to face me?"

"Your malice runs deep, it seems there’s no need for persuasion," Zhu Zi said with a faint smile, his crimson eyes, however, betrayed a cold murderous intent.

As the words were spoken, figures of various shapes emerged from the shadows.

There were members of the Ghost Race wrapped in vengeful spirits, members of the Asura Clan with two heads and four arms and fierce faces, and dignified members of the Immortal Race enveloped in mist...

Nearly all major clans from different realms had sent a strong representative here.

Liang Hui’s eyes narrowed slightly as murderous intent arose in his heart. Dozens of Exotic Races strongmen ventured into the Central Great Realm; was the Human Race really oblivious to this?

Was it dissatisfaction with the warnings he gave with his slaughter of the Falling Snow Royal Division, or something else?

"Since you have refused our gift, let’s kill you and prevent future troubles,"

"His soul, I want it for my Ghost Race,"

"And his flesh, I’ll take it for my Asura Clan,"

....

"Clueless fools!"

Liang Hui halted his train of thought.

With a cold expression, he slowly extended his palm, his green Battle Qi overflowing as wisps of clear light began to burn, making the vast Firmament boil with excitement.

Immediately thereafter, a power too grand for words coalesced into a giant green sun. As soon as it appeared, all things began to burn and disintegrate.

Mountains, rivers, even Space itself was no exception.

The young man’s palm faced downward, pressing down lightly.

The green sun fell!

"Impossible! Impossible! How can you be so strong when you clearly haven’t even... " Zhu Zi’s body was melting, her heart was trembling wildly as she screamed.

Gone was her initial composure; after all, her true form was that of the Vermilion Bird, which now could not withstand the fierce flames.

How ironic! How laughable!

She exploded with her demonic power, directly manifesting her true form, with red flames burning on her body like a boiling vermilion sun.

Screech!

A long cry sounded as the vermilion sun soared, colliding toward the sky.

At the same time, all of the Exotic Races burst forth with all their might.

The ghostly qi shooting up into the sky, the Four Symbols creating endless wind and thunder, the booming blood sea... various attacks with unimaginable force turned into ribbons atop the vermilion sun, striking together towards Qingyang.

One green, one red, two great suns in the view of all living beings.

Drawing ever closer!

Closer!

And even closer!

Until they touched.

Without the slightest resistance, at the first instance of contact.

The vermilion sun shattered, the ghostly qi dissipated, the blood sea ceased to exist, and the wind and thunder turned into streams of Flowing Light, scattering in all directions.

The green sun fell in the despairing eyes of over a hundred Exotic Races.

"Stay your hand, Liang Hui, you must not kill this Vermilion Bird," a cry of alarm came from afar.

A bright yellow Dragon Qi instantly crossed Space, supporting itself under the green sun.

The faces of the despairing Exotic Races revealed a glimmer of joy as they once again launched forth, striving to resist the descending sun.

"It belongs to the imperial lineage of the Demon Tribe, you mustn’t..." A dignified young man riding a Mo Long strode across the sky.

"Not to be killed?" Liang Hui kept one hand behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the young man arriving atop the dragon.

Without waiting for the other to explain, he shook his extended palm gently.

"Ah~"

Boom! Boom-boom!!

The eerie howls mixed with thunderous roars; the Exotic Races were utterly vaporized!

Afterward, another crushing blow turned even their souls into flying ash.

"All things can be slain, and you are no exception!"

Withdrawing his palm, Liang Hui turned sideways to look at the dignified youth, his expression calm and indifferent:

"Give me one reason to let you live!"

Whoosh~

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment.

Who was this youth?

A descendant of the Human Clan Hall Emperor, the eighth-generation progeny; even Kings would have to bow and pay respects to him, such was the pride that came from the Emperor’s bloodline.

And yet, someone was defying him and even preparing to strike him down.

"Good! Very good!"

After a moment of silence, the youth who stood upon the dragon, his face revealing a trace of mockery, said:

"Where did this Wild Cultivator come from, ignorant of the grand scheme of the Human Race, no recognition of the Emperor’s bloodline."

He paused briefly, and his mocking smirk turned into a cold smile:

"To execute a King, to slaughter a Royal Division, such crimes are inexcusable and merit more than death!"

As the youth spoke, for tens of thousands of miles around, space was filled with a domineering aura.

However, Liang Hui’s expression remained indifferent, unchanged: "So much nonsense!"

If the other wished for death, then he would be granted it.

With a slight tilt of his body, a very subtle movement, but the next instant the endless space shook, and mountains and rivers for millions of miles exploded under pressure.

The mountain thousands of feet below emitted sounds of unbearable agony and shattered into pieces!

He lifted his hand, fingers slowly curling, and in silence, he threw a punch.

Battle Qi surged, burning in space like fierce flames.

The radiance of the punch was dazzling, shattering mountains and rivers, suppressing everything.

The Fistful Intent was overwhelming, transforming into a Bi Fang with a green sun on its back, descending from above, charging down towards the youth!

In this instant, the face of the youth from the Emperor Clan flashed with shock; only when directly facing such a punch could he understand the pressure the Exotic Races had faced earlier.

Like a Divine Mountain, like the starry sky.

Indomitable, potentially able to bring about one’s downfall at any moment.

The opponent truly dared to kill him, dared to kill a descendant of the Emperor’s bloodline right in front of the Human Ancestor Hall.

At this moment, the youth of the Emperor Clan erupted with all his Battle Qi, while the Mo Long beneath his feet twisted, causing the space to roar.

Boom-boom!

On the ground, waves of Qi tumbled, with numerous water columns hundreds of feet thick soaring into the sky as if they were pillars connecting heaven and earth.

Roar! Roar!

The Mo Long’s dragon body exploded, and the raging Battle Qi scattered in all directions, painting the land far and wide.

Fight!

A loud shout.

The dignified youth stepped forward, raised his fist to the sky.

In an instant, the blackened ground shattered, wild winds arose, thunderclouds rolled in, and the columns of water fused, carrying billions upon billions of tons of rock and water, crashing down towards the Bi Fang Divine Bird with a thunderous impact.

Liang Hui, sensing the enemy’s punch, his eyes shimmering with admiration, said:

"Impressive bloodline!"

For the opponent to burst forth with the strength of a King within the realm of the Firmament, he could see what this so-called reliance was.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough!

With a single thought.

The green sun behind the Bi Fang split in two, directly colliding with the vast ink sea.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

It took fewer than a few breaths.

The ink sea dried up, the rocks cracked, and the heavy Fistful Intent was also ground to dust.

The fair hand, traversing the void, landed upon the youth’s head.

The dignified youth’s lips trembled slightly: "I am an Emper..."

Crack!

Flesh turned to mush, and the soul to dust.

Liang Hui casually flicked the blood off his fingertips, his eyes cold.

"What does that have to do with me!"