I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 372: How come you don’t sacrifice?

He could explain logically and clearly, refuting point by point.

But at this moment, Liang Hui didn’t even want to utter a half-sentence.

With a gentle stamp of his foot, boundless Battle Qi erupted, and the azure flames began to burn, causing seas for thousands of miles to turn desolate and silent.

His palm lifted and stretched forward. In an instant, it enveloped the Vault of Heaven, and his five fingers, resembling the azure sun, clenched to form a diving, ferocious Divine Bird: fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Kneel down and talk to me!"

The Kings upon the Imperial Throne were shaken, looking gravely at the descending Bi Fang.

That Bi Fang, coming from the depths of the starry sky, caused the void to boil with boundless flames, making the Ancestor Hall sway, carrying the intent to horizontally strike all living beings.

"Disrespecting the Emperor, disrespecting the Emperor!"

"Liang Hui, you dared to make a move in the Human Clan Hall."

"How dare you! How dare you!"

Three figures roared and bellowed; they had never imagined that someone would dare to strike in this place, which was the Ancestor Hall.

A sacred site of the Human Race since ancient times, where Emperors had long resided.

There was no time to think, no time to be angry.

The three Kings went all out.

Mo Long carried billions upon billions of tons of seawater soaring into the sky; indiscernibly large ice pillars, carrying the cold that could freeze everything, rose from the ground; amidst the prayers of all beings, a massive Life and Death Fist Imprint, supporting life and death, horizontally struck the Divine Bird.

The three reacted incredibly quickly, immediately making the best response.

But what could they do if they were weaker?

Bi Fang let out a long howl, consecutively smashing the ice pillars, evaporating the seawater, and finally shattering the Life and Death Fist Imprint.

A fair hand, traversing billions of tons of dust, ice crystals, and blood, landed on the shoulders of the three, and then exerted force.

Crack! Boom!

Their leg bones completely shattered, their bodies knelt on the dried-up riverbed.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

They struggled with all their might, they bellowed with all their might, but they couldn’t change the outcome, couldn’t break free from the shackles.

In their field of vision, there was only the figure slowly stepping forward.

"Liang Hui! Liang Hui!" Fu Xiao shrieked, his eye sockets burst, bleeding streams of blood tears.

Ignoring the fresh blood seeping from his limbs, he struggled frantically.

He was the Emperor of this generation, a descendent of three generations, a genius who had cultivated all the way to the Realm of Kings, always faced with respect from others, even strong members of the Exotic Races had to treat him with courtesy.

Now, however, he was humiliated to this extent, kneeling at the feet of a young man. Such humiliation, even if all the waters of the continent were poured out, could not cleanse it.

Thud!

A figure stopped in front of him.

In Fu Xiao’s disbelieving gaze, the foot slowly lifted and stomped on his head.

Bang!

Facing the ground, flesh burst open, bones cracked.

At this moment, both heaven and earth, the vast expanse of the Ancestor Hall, fell silent.

All beings stared blankly at the young man stepping on the bloodline of the Emperor.

"If you can kneel before the Exotic Races, then you can kneel before me as well!"

"And, scream again, and I’ll kill!"

Fu Xiao found himself unable to speak out the curses that reached his lips.

He should be roaring, he should be cursing, yet under the other’s cold gaze,

he shut his mouth!

Because the other really dared to kill him, just like he killed Fu Xuan.

And the Kings sitting on their Imperial Thrones had already come to their senses,

watching the figure being stepped on by the young man, their eyes filled with expectation, ready to intervene the moment Fu Xiao spoke to prevent the slaughter.

Even if the young man before them was strong, they could only comply.

After all, the Emperor had made significant contributions to the Human Race, and his descendants were not to be insulted lightly.

But Fu Xiao actually...

shut his mouth!

He was actually scared into silence!!

Liang Hui, sensing the trembling body beneath his feet, shifted his gaze to the two figures behind.

One, dressed in tattered silver armor, blood covering his face, a middle-aged man.

A woman in a white robe stained with blood, her long hair trailing behind her.

"Now, we can talk."

"Come, let me hear what plans you have concocted for the Human Race."

Liang Hui gave a light laugh, yet there was not a trace of amusement in his eyes.

Before the two could respond, a voice emanated from around the Imperial Throne.

"Liang Hui, you are being too presumptuous. How dare you humiliate the King of the Human Race and even the bloodline of the Emperor?"

Boom!

The heavens and earth roared.

A palm, as flawless as white jade, cleaved through space, crossed the void, and in a thousandth of an instant, struck the Imperial Throne.

Bang! Crack!

The Imperial Throne shattered, blood splattered, and a figure stumbled backward through the dust.

Liang Hui lowered his hand, wiping the blood on Fu Xiao’s clothes.

With an indifferent gaze, he surveyed his surroundings:

"Who else is dissatisfied? Step forward."

For a moment, the Kings remained silent, and the vast Stone Hall fell into complete stillness.

...

"Hey! Truly domineering, it has been a long time since such a person has been seen," an elder in dark black robes muttered to himself as he sat on a stone chair.

There was no anger in his eyes, rather, there was admiration.

But this admiration soon turned into melancholy.

A sigh.

The elder turned his gaze towards the distance.

Beyond the world, massive, dazzling worlds spun around the world of the Human Race like millstones.

With each rotation, mysterious auras were wiped away; these vanishing auras were protections left by the ancestors of the Human Race to prevent the entry of powerful beings from the Exotic Races.

Or rather, should a mighty being from the Exotic Races enter, their realm and combat power would inevitably be greatly suppressed.

"If the power is not enough, what can be done?"

"The chosen strategies of the Kings are not unfeasible, as long as the Human Race still exists, there is always hope for recovery."

...

"The Hundred Clans are powerful, with many Emperors, and the Kings are far superior to the Human Race."

"Whether due to hatred, obsession, or profit, they unite and attack the Human Race."

"Relying solely on the strength of one race, the Human Race could never match their foes."

"Thinking of the whole world, for the common people, for the Human Race, courting major clans among the Hundred Clans, breaking the united front of the Hundred Clans, and finally defeating them one by one."

The man in silver armor roared, his head raised, his eyes clear and direct, facing Liang Hui without a trace of retreat.

Liang Hui’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing colder, his blood-wiped hand retracting.

"Courting the Hundred Clans, with what? Land, Scriptures, or the flesh and souls of our tribal kin?"

Even in just a short month, Liang Hui could sense the deep-seated hatred of the Hundred Clans for the humans. To erase such hatred would require the death of how many from the Human Race.

Not to mention, once the Central Great Realm was opened and strong tribes were allowed to enter freely, the initiative would no longer be in the hands of the Human Race.

When the time comes, whether to be devoured whole or flayed alive, it would all depend on the Exotic Races.

"For the existence of the Human Race, some sacrifices are inevitable. We have already communicated with tribes friendly to the Human Race. As long as we give..."

"Why don’t you sacrifice yourself!" Liang Hui interrupted the middle-aged man in silver armor sternly.

His foot powered down.

Crack!

Accompanied by the sound of bones crushing and a dull, painful groan, Fu Xiao’s head sank deeper into the ground.

"Why doesn’t he sacrifice!!!"

Liang Hui looked up, scanning the many Kings seated on the Imperial Throne, and slowly spoke:

"Why don’t you go and sacrifice yourselves!!!"

Bang!

He kicked over the so-called bloodline of the Emperor, stepped past two Kings kneeling on the ground, and strode deeper into the Stone Hall.

His figure gradually disappeared in the distance, but only his deep voice echoed through the space.

"A bunch of trash!"