986: Unkind

Outside the gate of the Human Race Council Hall in Nether City.

Two youths from Zixiao Holy Land stood ramrod straight, giving off an imposing and majestic Aura at first glance.

However, only upon closer inspection would one realize that these two were merely putting on a show, and were actually idly chatting.

"Yang Shixiong, don't scare me. Those Dead Spirits that came two days ago, despite their fierce and menacing Aura, none of them dared to act presumptuously here!"

"Otherwise, look, True Lord Wang Chen killed so many of them, directly annihilating a city-level gathering place along with its subordinate gathering places, yet they only dared to come and bark impotently, didn't they?"

"If you ask me, suffering such a great loss and only daring to express dissatisfaction to us means the Dead Spirit Race's strength must have already declined. We might as well directly declare war on the Dead Spirit Race and completely eliminate these monsters."

"The resources in the places they occupy are quite abundant. When the time comes, we will be able to obtain even more resources, and perhaps in the future, we will also have the day when we can advance to True Lord and live for hundreds of years!"

The youth guarding the right side of the door said with a face full of yearning.

As an Inner Sect Disciple of Zixiao Holy Land, the youth's ability to obtain the opportunity to gain experience in Nether City meant that his background and Aptitude were naturally good, but aspiring to reach Ninth-Order and become a True Lord was still a luxury for him at present.

Currently, the Dead Spirit power's infiltration of the present world was becoming increasingly severe, and many Heaven And Earth Treasures beneficial for Human Race Cultivation had been eroded and become extinct.

According to statistics from the Holy Lands, in the past five hundred years, the total number of Human Race members who achieved True Lord in the entire Netherworld was only over eighty, and that included those Demonic Sect members and Yao Race individuals.

This number was less than one-tenth of what it was a thousand years ago!

In this era, to achieve True Lord, one must possess extraordinary Aptitude and vast resources!

"Don't talk nonsense. How can such a major matter between two races be discussed by ordinary Disciples like us?"

The youth known as Yang Shixiong heard this and gave his companion a stern look:

"Once a great war between the two races begins, it will inevitably lead to widespread suffering. With our current strength, we can only serve as cannon fodder in such a war!"

Compared to his companion, Yang Shixiong saw things very clearly.

Once the war between the two races began, although they would have opportunities to achieve merit, this opportunity would have to be fought for with their lives.

In such a war, even the high and mighty Ninth-Order True Lords could not control their own destinies; small fries like them could only pray for good fortune.

"Perhaps, only peerless figures like Dragon-Slaying True Lord Wang Chen can navigate such a great war with ease, and even take the lead!"

"If I had even one or two tenths of True Lord Wang Chen's talent, I would probably already be among the true successors!"

Yang Shixiong sighed as he spoke.

Wang Chen achieved True Lord before the age of thirty, and not long ago, he displayed the might of being invincible among those below Great True Lord.

Such grace, such talent...

Even in the vast history of the Netherworld, he was the most dazzling and unique!

The entire younger generation of the Netherworld, including Yang Shixiong, wished they could take his place.

"Hehe, Yang Shixiong, don't blame me for speaking bluntly, but True Lord Wang Chen is like an immortal god from the heavens. Even the Saints and Saintesses of our Holy Lands are not worthy of carrying his shoes in front of him! If you had one or two tenths of True Lord Wang Chen's talent, would you still be a true successor? You'd probably be able to covet the position of our Grand Elder!"

The youth on the right said with a playful smile.

"This... indeed, my vision was too narrow!"

Yang Shixiong was not angered by the words; instead, his expression became very wistful.

As an Inner Sect Disciple, his strongest desire was to become a true successor, to become a True Lord seed specially cultivated by the Holy Land. At this moment, after being reminded by his companion, he suddenly realized.

If he truly had one or two tenths of True Lord Wang Chen's talent, achieving True Lord before the age of one hundred would absolutely be stable. Such a Cultivation speed would be unmatched even by the Saints and Saintesses of the Holy Lands.

Still coveting the position of a true successor was indeed laughable!

"I truly wonder how True Lord Wang Chen Cultivates? He is younger than us yet already invincible among those below Great True Lord. I'm afraid it won't be long before he can stand alongside the Grand Elders of the Holy Lands. The future will definitely be the era of True Lord Wang Chen; he will undoubtedly achieve Great Emperor and suppress the world for thousands of years!"

Yang Shixiong exclaimed with a face full of yearning.

"Great Emperor!"

"If our Human Race can produce a Great Emperor, those monsters of the Dead Spirit Race would be like weeds, easily annihilated with a wave of a hand. Perhaps we will soon usher in a prosperous Cultivation era like that of a thousand years ago!"

The youth beside him also couldn't help but chime in agreement.

A thousand years ago, several Great Emperors of the Netherworld Human Race suppressed the world, annihilated the Sea Race, and forced the Yao Race to submit. The entire world was at the Human Race's disposal, a golden era that countless people now yearned for!

At this moment.

Just as Yang Shixiong and his companion were envisioning the glorious future, a voice suddenly sounded in their ears:

"Two juniors, merely Fourth-Order in strength, dare to underestimate my Dead Spirit Holy Race like this?"

"Who?"

Yang Shixiong and his companion coldly shouted upon hearing this, simultaneously looking around with wary eyes.

Three meters in front of them, a tall and robust male Dead Spirit had appeared at some unknown time.

This Dead Spirit's Qi was not apparent, but his attire alone indicated his extraordinary status, possessing a domineering Aura and majesty that ordinary Dead Spirits lacked.

"Sneaky and secretive, what are you doing at my Human Race Council Hall?"

Yang Shixiong frowned as he looked at the Dead Spirit opposite him, speaking impolitely:

"If it's because of what happened a few days ago, I advise you to leave quickly. Our esteemed elders have no time to argue with you over groundless matters!"

"Hehe! Groundless matters?"

The Dead Spirit sneered upon hearing this, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Tens of thousands of my Holy Race members died in the Demon Beast Forest, with all evidence conclusive and soul pearl recordings as proof, yet in your mouths, it has become a groundless matter?"

"You Human Race are indeed a vile, inferior race; you truly have no shame!"

"You're courting death! How dare you insult my Human Race?"

Yang Shixiong's eyes widened instantly, looking at the Dead Spirit opposite him with extreme fury.

The youth beside him even roused his magical power, preparing to slay this Dead Spirit on the spot.

"And what if I insult your Human Race?"

The Dead Spirit sneered disdainfully:

"It is already a grace from my race that vile races like you can live under the same sky as my Holy Race."

"Yet, facing this grace, you show no gratitude; instead, you repeatedly slaughter my race members and provoke my race..."

At this point, two brilliant divine lights shot out from the Dead Spirit's eyes, and an overwhelming Aura erupted from him, shaking the heavens and earth, pressing down upon the entire Nether City, plunging it into silence.

"Listen well, lowly Human Race, I am Ambros. Hand over the murderer who killed my race members, otherwise, after today, the war between our two races will reignite!"