With the ergence of this thing, it dominated the scene, causing those who were scheming in their hearts to retreat.
The people of the Fourth Prince and Eighth Prince had just arrived when they heard about this, each one staring sullenly.
They thought they would easily get their hands on the white Spirit Stones, but who knew they would produce such a powerful weapon.
These people, during big battles, all hid in the back, they had never killed any Demonic Beasts.
The Demonic Beast heads in their hands were all picked up outside.
"Damn it, I don’t believe this trick. Who has the guts to try? With this prince backing you, even if they find out, they won’t dare do anything to you."
The Eighth Prince jeered.
A middle-aged man dressed in black, with a mustache and a demonic aura like a bat, clasped his hands and called out, "Your Highness, the Flying Bat is willing to lead the charge for you."
The Eighth Prince patted his shoulder and laughed, "Good job, if you succeed, this prince will reward you with a million Spirit Stones, and you won’t be treated unfairly."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
The Flying Bat, thinking he had the backing of the Eighth Prince, swaggered over with a Demonic Beast head in hand.
Those registering in the front were quick, generally, those who had killed Demonic Beasts had their own traits.
Either their sword was blood-stained, they had a Demonic Beast corpse, or had wounds left by Demonic Beasts.
These three were easy to judge, if any did not et the criteria, they had to pass under the Void Mirror.
The Flying Bat went over, shook a giant Demonic Beast’s head onto the ground, and boasted, "This Rhinoceros-headed Demonic Beast was killed by , hurry up and register it!"
The registrar glanced at him, looked him up and down, and asked, "What Magical Weapon did you use to kill it, could you show it?"
The Flying Bat flashed a blood-stained longsword.
The registrar smiled and said, "You better head back! Don’t fool around and lose your life!"
The Flying Bat glared and cursed at the registrar, "What are you saying? Trying to renege? This was killed by , there’s evidence, and you don’t believe it?"
The registering soldier laughed, "The blood on this sword seems freshly wiped, right? Yesterday, any Demonic Beast blood that stained a sword would turn black, rust-like. The blood on your sword is fresh, clearly wiped on after the beast died. Once the Demonic Beast dies, its divine substances vanish, and it wouldn’t stain the sword black."
The Flying Bat furrowed his brows, not expecting such details.
The Eighth Prince then ca over with people, deliberately finding fault, "You’re clearly causing trouble, trying to renege, not wanting to give out the Spirit Stones! What’s this about black blood, are you the ones who set the rules and standards?"
Soone in the back jeered, "Yeah, my sword is the only Divine Sword under the heavens, it doesn’t get blood-stained, does it have to be black?"
"The Consort Prince is just trying to renege!"
"Let the Consort Prince co out, we need to have a word with him."
"The Consort Prince’s words an nothing, disheartening everyone, who will trust him in the future!"
"..."
A group who initially planned to take advantage also joined in the heckling,
The scene quickly beca chaotic, with hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered here, a single word from each could stir up a storm.
As the camp gates opened, Long Fei watched for a mont from behind, and finally ca out with his people.
He had been waiting for soone to take the bait, but this kid was very cautious and still hadn’t shown up.
The Eighth and Fourth Princes had jumped out in haste, and Long Fei had to appear, as they couldn’t control the scene.
A group of cultivators saw him and imdiately quieted down, their eyes all focused on him.
He stood in front of the crowd, looked around, and spoke solemnly, "I am glad to see everyone here, because those who co here, most are here to contribute to the Human Race, risking their lives against Demonic Beasts, protecting their families and communities. You are heroes of the Human Race, the pillars during tis of disaster. Future generations of the Human Race will be proud of you."
Those who fought with the Demonic Beasts on the field bead with pride and began applauding Long Fei.
Soon, applause thundered through the area, spreading far and wide.
Long Fei fixed his gaze on everyone, waited for the applause to calm down, and continued, "At the sa ti, I am also angry. Angry at those who have no sha, no dignity, no honor as a cultivator. Facing the Demonic Beast attack, they chose to retreat or watch the show from Tianguan City.
For such people, I cannot say you are wrong. Even ants seek life, you have your reasons and rights not to fight.
But although I understand, I also despise you.
In my eyes, you are garbage, cowards, shadowy people who can’t face the light.
When everyone is fighting, you are unmoved, plotting from afar, watching the spectacle.
Now it’s ti to claim rit, instead of hiding sowhere, concealing your pitiful, shadowy faces in the dark.
Do you still have the face to co here, trying to claim credit for Demonic Beasts others fought for with their lives?
You disgust , make sick, shaful. In critical monts, even the Demon Clan is more righteous than you.
Today I say this: anyone who fought with the Demon Race yesterday is my brother and comrade in arms.
I, Jiang Hengyuan, will reward you to the best of my ability, help you, and even take you to Immortal King Mountain.
To those claiming undeserved credit here, don’t bla for being ruthless with my sword. No matter your royal or noble background, I’ll kill you without error!"
His gaze coldly swept over the Fourth Prince and Eighth Prince.
The two were both shaken, then heard cheers from the crowd, "Long live the Consort Prince!"
"We are willing to fight alongside the Consort Prince!"
"Long live the Consort Prince!"
"Long live!"
"..."
The group who fought yesterday raised their arms and cheered, their spirits lifted, feeling their efforts were not wasted as soone rembered them.
They also deeply despised and disdained these opportunists, and after Long Fei’s speech, they instinctively split from these villains.
Long Fei stared at the Flying Bat and coldly asked, "You said earlier that you killed this Rhinoceros Demonic Beast. Do you have the courage to walk under the Void Mirror?"
The Flying Bat swallowed and secretly glanced at the Eighth Prince.
The Eighth Prince whispered, "Calm down, this mirror doesn’t always work, just try it, we have your back!"
The Flying Bat, emboldened, shouted at Long Fei, "Why wouldn’t I dare? Go ahead and reveal. Black is black, white is white, you think I’m afraid?"
"Good!"
Long Fei raised his hand, and with a hum, the Void Mirror was cast upon him.
Soon, the image of the Flying Bat from yesterday appeared on it.
He and the Eighth Prince’s group were hiding behind the crowd in Tianguan City, occasionally mocking those fighting the Demonic Beasts, "A bunch of fools, easily manipulated. Why risk your life against Demonic Beasts, what’s there to gain! The ordinary people behind us dying doesn’t concern us, we don’t depend on the Emperor’s grain, we aren’t supported by these commoners, why should we fight these Demonic Beasts?"
In the mirror, their selfish, cold faces were clear, even the Flying Bat couldn’t bear it, repeatedly protesting, "This mirror is wrong, I clearly fought yesterday. This mirror is fake, it can’t reverse ti."
The Eighth Prince’s group, faces red with sha, quietly lowered their heads and withdrew under the angry stares of the cultivators.
At this mont, no one stood by the Flying Bat.
The Flying Bat cried out in fright, "Eighth Prince, you can’t leave , save ! Eighth Prince, you must save !"
His black robe unfurled, he imdiately took to the air, trying to escape.
The murderous aura emanating from Long Fei made him break out in cold sweat.
He hadn’t flown a hundred ters when a sword light flashed before him, with a clang, the Sword Qi humd, and his body split in two, blood splattering, and in the air, it was swept up by Sword Qi and exploded into a blood mist.
Everyone stared in shock at Long Fei, inhaled sharply, seeing the sword in his hand was only drawn three inches.
A powerhouse in the Divinity Transformation Realm had died just like that in the air, with no chance to fight back.
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