Unfortunately, these two Demon Kings had been crushed at his hands and had no opportunity to consu the Ancient Demon Blood.
Lu Mingyuan reached out a hand toward the two Demon King corpses. Wisps of Blood Essence Qi turned into nourishnt and entered his body, causing the Taotie Pattern on his arm to glow brightly as his aura grew even stronger.
[Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture - Divine Sensing Chapter (Tenth Floor: 200,000/1,000,000)]
A single Peak Ninth Realm Demon King provided as much as one hundred thousand points of nourishnt. Two of them ant two hundred thousand, directly increasing Lu Mingyuan’s progress on the panel by one-fifth.
’If I kill eight more, can I advance to the Martial Artist Tenth Realm, the Vajra Realm?’
Lu Mingyuan shook his head. He knew that was unrealistic. Ninth Realm Demon Kings weren’t a di a dozen. Of the many Demon Kings he had just encountered, only those two had reached the Peak of the Ninth Realm. Such experts had to be a minority.
At that mont, Saber Qi erupted from Lu Mingyuan’s body, soaring into the sky. It terrified all the surrounding Barbaric Beasts, sending them fleeing toward the city’s center.
This man was simply too terrifying. A peerless, ruthless figure had appeared, slaying two Peak Nine Realm Demon Kings in a row, even seizing their Lifebound Treasures. They couldn’t even self-destruct their Qi Seas.
At this mont.
「In the center of the ancient city.」
A large group of Human Race Cultivators had retreated to the central area of Yingsha Ancient City. Working together, they had activated a sturdy Guardian Array and were now making a desperate last stand.
The Demon Kings of the various Barbaric Beast tribes had all gathered there. They led countless Barbaric Beasts in a frenzied assault against the final Guardian Array.
Once it was breached, they could slaughter all the prodigies of the Human Race.
This battle was also of profound significance to the entire Demon Race; it would determine their rise or fall for the next several hundred years. If all the Human Race experts and prodigies trapped in the Little World were killed, the Human Race’s ranks of top-tier experts would suffer a clear gap for centuries to co.
The Demon Race would then be able to push east, cross the Northern Great Wall—a winding structure built by successive dynasties along the Great Yan border—and invade the Central Plains World!
BOOM!
The demonic clouds in the sky trembled, forming a vortex of mist. The mist then coalesced into a bewitching, long-legged woman. Vivid flowers blood in her beautiful black hair, and her bare feet were as translucent as crystal.
Green, thorny vines coiled around her lotus-root-white arms. She wore a smile on her face, revealing sharp, pointed teeth.
But to the humans below, it was undoubtedly a cruel smile.
They would never forget how many Human Race Cultivators this Demon Venerable had killed.
She had summoned a towering ancient tree, from which countless flower buds blood. Then, an uncountable number of black, thorny stems shot out, killing heaps of Human Race Cultivators. She had even pinned them to the city walls, forcing them to watch as they bled to death.
This Demon Venerable’s power was terrifying. Her true form was a Cannibal Flower.
No one yet knew her na.
They only knew that the Demon Race called her Lady Flower Venerate.
But sothing even more terrifying was yet to co.
There were even stronger Demon Race experts who had yet to make a move.
The reason the Human Race’s experts hadn’t arrived was because they had all been intercepted by these Great Demons!
To the Human Race, this Little World was a maze.
But to the Demon Race, it was a world they held in the palm of their hand.
The Demon Race could easily track the movents of the humans and hunt them down accordingly.
That was why the Demon Race army had herded all the prodigies to the battlefield ruins in the center, gathering them all to be slaughtered.
anwhile, the Eleventh and Twelfth Realm experts were being held back by even stronger Demon Monarchs.
Those above the Eighth Realm could be called Demon Kings.
Those at the Tenth Realm or higher could be called Demon Venerables.
And at the Twelfth Realm were the Demon Monarchs, beings terrifying even to other demons. Their power was comparable to that of a Human Race True Monarch—unfathomably deep. Every one of them was a supre king who had ascended by treading on the corpses of a million demons.
Their status was second only to the throne of the Demon Race.
The incomparably bewitching and graceful Lady Flower Venerate smiled down at the Human Race Cultivators below. She licked the corner of her lips and sent a telepathic ssage:
"Lu Yunqing, Prince of Great Yan, if you surrender without a fight and beco my slave, I might consider letting these other cultivators go."
Below, Lu Yunqing’s group of Staff Officers and Guards, and even a well-dressed Confucian Scholar, were all enraged upon hearing this.
This damnable demon actually wanted the Prince to beco a slave to the Demon Race! This was tantamount to trampling the dignity of the Human Race underfoot, showing it no respect at all.
Though Lady Flower Venerate’s face was all smiles, her eyes held a deeper aning, and her thoughts were on sothing else entirely.
She recognized Lu Yunqing as one of the young leaders of the Great Yan Dynasty. If she could capture him alive, the morale of the Human Race would plumt. Bargaining with the Emperor of Great Yan during their campaign against the Central Plains World would beco as easy as turning over her hand.
"Your Highness, you absolutely cannot agree to their terms!"
"This is a psychological ploy! We must not let them slaughter us at will, even if we die fighting!"
"That’s right! The words of the Demon Race can never be trusted."
The surrounding cultivators were already worried that Lu Yunqing would make an irrational decision.
Lu Yunqing clenched his fists, his handso face filled with killing intent. Rage burned in his heart.
He wasn’t a fool. He knew that on the surface, she was trying to persuade him to surrender, but her real goal was to crush their morale, make them give up resisting, and even sow discord among the humans to create conflict.
Most of them were willing to fight to the death, but it was inevitable that a small number would be moved by compassion.
After all, if he surrendered, everyone else could live. It was hard not to be tempted by such an offer.
Lady Flower Venerate’s laugh rang out like silver bells as she sneered, "Are you really going to condemn them all to death? I’ve given them a way out. If you remain obstinate, then you can all just die together."
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