195: Chapter 195 Extorting the Red-Eyed Commander

Han Ming ignored the shock of the crowd. With a wave of his hand, the corpses of over a hundred exotic beasts were instantly stored into his space.

"Se... Senior, let's leave quickly! You have killed so many powerful exotic beasts; the Demon Saint experts deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge surely will not let this rest."

After the initial shock, Commander Wang Qinghe and the others quickly regained their composure and looked at Han Ming, speaking urgently.

Although Han Ming was very powerful, he was so young that they did not believe he could be a match for a Peak Demon Saint.

Furthermore, there was more than one Peak Demon Saint in the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

"Rest assured! I know what I am doing. If you are afraid, you may leave first."

Han Ming glanced at him and said indifferently.

Demon Saint?

He could kill as many as came.

As for the one deep inside, it was merely a two-star Demon God giant python that had achieved Fusion of two types of Rule powers!

It was beneath his notice.

If it were not for the fact that his Rule Seed was identical to his Great-grandfather's, which might easily lead people to make connections and risk exposing his secrets, he would not mind fighting it.

Seeing him speak this way, Commander Wang Qinghe did not say anything more, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish. He exchanged glances with the others and did not leave.

"Who dares to kill the experts of our Ten Thousand Demon Alliance? You are courting death!"

Just then, a thunderous roar came from deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

At the same time, dozens of powerful Auras soared into the sky, rapidly approaching.

"Oh no, it is the Demon Saint experts of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance."

Feeling so many experts approaching, Commander Wang Qinghe and the group of experts behind him immediately turned pale.

They subconsciously wanted to flee.

But it was already too late.

Dozens of Demon Saint-level Auras pressed down like mountains, completely sealing off the space for hundreds of miles.

There were even a few terrifying existences at the Peak Demon Saint level, and the one leading them was none other than Commander Chimu.

Commander Wang Qinghe and the others instantly turned deathly pale.

"Kid, you have quite the nerve. Not only did you slaughter nine of our Ten Thousand Demon Ridge's Demon Saints and dozens of Demon Venerable experts, but now you have killed so many more of our people."

Commander Chimu's gaze landed on Han Ming, his crimson eyes filled with monstrous killing intent.

He had just received a message from Brutal Bear and had rushed over with his strongest batch of Demon Saints.

Unexpectedly, he was still a step too late.

Brutal Bear and those hundreds of Demon Venerables and Demon Emperors had actually died at the hands of this human.

The other Demon Saint experts also glared at Han Ming with malice, as if they wanted to swallow him alive the next second.

"Hehe... You exotic beasts and us humans are inherently hostile; isn't it normal for me to kill you?"

Han Ming did not care about their gazes and Aura at all, smiling disdainfully.

"Courting death! Everyone, attack together and kill him for me!"

Commander Chimu let out a roar and was the first to charge forward.

Although he felt that Han Ming was very powerful, he did not believe he was a Martial God expert.

He knew a thing or two about human Martial God experts, and none of them were this person before him.

Crimson Rule power condensed in his palm, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long giant flame saber. With one slash, the saber radiance tore through the Void Realm and struck directly at Han Ming.

The dozens of Demon Saints behind him attacked simultaneously, their various Rule powers turning into attacks that filled the sky, pouring down on Han Ming like a rainstorm.

In an instant, the sky for hundreds of miles was shrouded in various Rule powers, and the terrifying energy fluctuations caused the space to tremble violently.

Commander Wang Qinghe and the others turned pale, their legs weak.

With so many Demon Saints attacking together, even a Peak Martial Saint would not be able to withstand it!

Is this youth before them really a Martial God expert?

"Oh no, this is a riot of Demon Saint experts from the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge."

Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass, Garrison Mansion.

Chen Beishan stood up abruptly, looking toward the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge in shock. Feeling the dozens of powerful Demon Saint Auras, his expression changed drastically.

"Luo Kun, quickly, send a request for help to the major base cities like Demon Capital and Jinling."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure instantly vanished from the Garrison Mansion.

"Yes, General."

Luo Kun also felt the terrifying Aura from the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. Not daring to delay, he hurriedly sent a request for help to several large base cities like Demon Capital and Jinling.

"What? Exotic beasts rioting in the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge?"

"Run quickly, this is the Aura of Demon Saints. Staying at the Ten Thousand Demon Pass is a death sentence."

"Quick, close the city gates! Activate the defensive formation!"

Countless experts at the Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass also felt the terrifying Aura coming from the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, their expressions changing drastically as they fell into chaos.

Those fleeing ran, while those preparing to defend against the exotic beasts headed to the city walls.

At the same time, powerful Auras soared into the sky, heading toward the direction the Aura came from.

The Garrison General quickly activated the defensive formation of the Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass, readying to welcome the beast tide.

"What? Demon Saint experts from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge rioting?"

"These damn beasts."

Soon, the major base cities near the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge also received news of the exotic beast riot.

Martial Saint experts from major base cities like Demon Capital, Jinling, and Wuchang tore through the Void Realm and rushed toward the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

"Hmph, mayflies trying to topple a tree!"

On the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, Han Ming watched the overwhelming Rule attacks pouring down, his eyes devoid of any ripples.

He raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers into the air.

A terrifyingly extreme Aura erupted from his body.

That Aura was like an ancient deity awakening, soaring into the sky and tearing through the clouds.

The sky for thousands of miles instantly changed color, with dark clouds gathering from all directions, blotting out the sun.

Within the dark clouds, a giant palm condensed from silver-purple lightning descended from the sky, covering half the sky.

Wherever the lightning palm passed, space shattered inch by inch, revealing pitch-black space fissures.

The flame saber radiance slashed by Commander Chimu collided with the lightning palm first.

"Boom!"

The hundred-zhang-long flame saber radiance was like paper before the lightning palm, instantly shattering and dissipating into sparks that filled the sky.

The Rule attacks of those Demon Saints followed closely behind, slamming onto the lightning palm in an overwhelming wave.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The lightning giant hand was unstoppable; the moment the Rule attacks made contact, they exploded, sending out a deafening roar.

The Void Realm trembled, and countless space fissures spread out, only to be instantly repaired.

"No—!"

Commander Chimu and all the Demon Saint experts watched the rapidly descending hand, their eyes splitting with rage, filled with despair.

With a loud "Boom," dozens of terrifying exotic beasts were instantly swatted away.

Commander Chimu bore the brunt of it; his chest caved in, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through three mountains before barely coming to a stop.

The other Demon Saints were even more miserable.

They smashed into the ground, creating giant craters hundreds of zhang deep.

Dozens of Demon Saint experts, all severely injured under a single palm.

As the dust settled, the whole scene was deathly silent.

Commander Wang Qinghe's mouth hung wide open, his eyes nearly popping out.

The dozens of human Martial Artists behind him were trembling all over, looking at Han Ming as if gazing upon a god.

"Is... is this still human?"

"Severely injuring dozens of Demon Saints with one palm... could he be a Martial God expert?"

Commander Chimu struggled to crawl up. His body was charred black, and his chest was caved in. If he were an ordinary Martial Artist, he would have died long ago.

He looked at Han Ming with fearful eyes, "Ho... how is this possible? You, you are actually a Martial God expert?"

The other severely injured Demon Saint experts also crawled up, looking in horror at Han Ming, who stood in the air.

They never expected that this human youth was actually a Martial God expert.

"There is nothing impossible. Compensate me with ten Earth Rank Spirit Medicines and twenty Profound Rank Spirit Medicines, and this matter will be settled. Otherwise—"

Han Ming glanced obscurely toward the depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge and said to Commander Chimu.

He did not finish his sentence, but the threatening tone was obvious even to a fool.

"Se... Senior, could it be a little less? Ten Earth Rank Spirit Medicines is really too much. I, I do not have that many."

Commander Chimu looked at Han Ming with a bitter Face, pleading.

Facing a Martial God expert, he truly could not muster the heart to resist.

He knew that the youth before him had just held back.

Otherwise, that strike just now could have wiped out all of them, dozens of Demon Saint experts.

This was the gap between a Martial Saint and a Martial God.

Like a chasm.

"Oh? Are you sure you do not have them? I have already given you the opportunity. If you cannot seize it, do not blame me for not giving you Face."

Han Ming's voice was not loud, but it pierced into the heart of every Demon Saint present like an ice pick.

Their bodies trembled violently, instantly feeling a bone-chilling cold as a threat of death enveloped them all.

They had no doubt that if they did not give it, the young Martial God before them would really kill them.

In fact, Han Ming's latter words were directed at the one in the depths. If it were not for that one watching from the shadows, his palm strike just now would have already killed Commander Chimu and the others.

"Give it to him."

Suddenly, a voice rang out in Commander Chimu's mind.

"Yes, Demon God Lord."

Commander Chimu's body trembled slightly, and he respectfully responded in his mind.