208: Chapter 208 Yunas's Surrender! The Conference of All Races and the Gods' Trump Card!

Inside the dim bedchamber, Yunas clung tightly to Su Feng's leg, weeping like a pear blossom bathed in rain, completely devoid of the majesty of a Demon Clan Goddess.

Su Feng watched this scene, feeling utterly speechless.

Although he had forcibly uprooted the Demon Palace with the intention of subduing this Goddess, wasn't her speed of surrender a bit too fast?

I haven't even released my pressure yet, and you've already spilled all your secrets?

Su Feng pulled up the System panel.

[Target: Yunas (SS+ Grade)]

[Race: Succubus Clan]

[Physique: Abyssal Succubus Body (Virgin)]

[Status: Extreme Panic, Late-stage Persecution Delusion, Frantically Overthinking...]

Looking at the word "Virgin," Su Feng raised an eyebrow.

A succubus, born to live by charm, was actually a novice?

"Get up and talk first."

Su Feng shook his head and reached out to pat Yunas's trembling shoulder.

Yunas looked up with tearful eyes, and after confirming that Su Feng had no intention of taking out torture tools, she cautiously let go and prepared to stand up.

However, as her tall figure gradually straightened, those two proud peaks tightly wrapped in her battle skirt pressed toward Su Feng's face with an intense sense of pressure.

Su Feng's breath hitched slightly, and he sighed helplessly.

"Forget it, you should keep kneeling while you talk."

Yunas was confused, but the Demon Race naturally admired the strong. She showed no resistance and obediently knelt back down at Su Feng's feet.

Su Feng's gaze shifted downward, landing on the restless heart-shaped tail swinging behind her.

Out of curiosity, he reached out and gently pinched it.

It felt soft and very stress-relieving.

However, this casual pinch seemed to have touched Yunas's vital point.

"Ah—!"

Yunas's whole body trembled violently, and her originally pale face instantly flushed red. She bit her red lips hard, a soft moan escaping her throat as her eyes clouded over with a layer of mist.

Su Feng immediately realized.

This heart-shaped tail was likely an extremely sensitive racial trait of the Succubus Clan, much like the ears of the Tushan Fox Clan.

He let go, his expression returning to solemnity.

"Your Demon Race has oppressed my Human Race for countless years. But in the world of cultivation, the weak are prey to the strong, and the winner takes all; I understand these rules."

Su Feng looked down at Yunas, his voice calm yet filled with murderous intent: "But now, my Human Race is king, and your Demon Race is the subject! If your Demon Race dares to harbor any betrayal in the future, don't blame me for slaughtering you all!"

Although Yunas met the System's target requirements, if she dared to have ulterior motives, Su Feng wouldn't mind killing her after using her.

"I wouldn't dare! Please rest assured, Master!"

Yunas's survival instinct instantly maxed out, and she shook her head frantically in assurance: "As long as Master is here, the entire Demon Race will never dare to have the slightest thought of resisting the Human Race! Yunas is willing to swear upon the Demon God's Heart!"

"I am a person who hates empty promises the most."

Su Feng looked at Yunas's humble appearance for the sake of survival, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He placed his hand on top of Yunas's head.

"To tell you the truth, I have a lot of fire in me right now. I prefer practical action."

Feeling the pressure from her head, Yunas's delicate body trembled slightly.

A flash of resignation passed through her eyes, and then she obediently opened her moist, red mouth.

"Yunas... knows what to do..."

"Huu..."

Su Feng couldn't help but take a sharp breath.

...

Gurgle gurgle...

...

Meanwhile.

In the Three Thousand Upper Realms, at the Myriad Races Divine Temple.

This was the supreme council where the top predators who once ruled the Three Thousand Upper Realms discussed the division of resources.

But at this moment, the atmosphere inside the temple was depressingly suffocating.

Golden Immortal giants from various ancient races such as the God Race, Titan Race, and Nine Nether Race were gathered around a huge round table for an emergency meeting.

Five years had passed!

That human, Su Feng, after blowing up the God Race's Golden Immortal Seventh-Stage Old Ancestor with one punch back then...

Just yesterday, he had actually used a phantom projection to slay the Demon Race's Evil God Ancestor, whose cultivation was as high as the Golden Immortal Eighth-Stage, with a single sword strike!

He had even forcibly uprooted a Demon Palace!

Such terrifying battle achievements made these high-and-mighty giants feel a chill from the depths of their Souls.

"This speed of progress... is too fast, it's completely illogical," a Golden Immortal of the Titan Race broke the silence bitterly.

"The rise of the Human Race is already unavoidable," an Elder of the Nine Nether Race echoed, his eyes full of helplessness.

When everyone received the intelligence, amidst their shock, they actually felt a faint sense of 'as it should be'.

Seeing the major races bowing their heads in submission one after another, the God Race Golden Immortal powerhouse sitting in the lead, Ancestor Tianyu, slammed the table and shouted:

"Absurd! It's just a mere human! Even if his combat power is Heaven-Defying, their entire Human Race added together currently only has two Golden Immortal-level combatants! And what about our Myriad Races Alliance? The Golden Immortals present here number in the thousands!"

Last time, their God Race had not only lost a Golden Immortal Seventh-Stage Old Ancestor but had also been mocked by these foreign old men for five whole years.

How could the God Race, which prided itself as the leader of the myriad races, swallow this insult?

"Tianyu, you can't put it that way. At the Golden Immortal Realm, victory is never determined by numbers."

The Golden Immortal of the Nine Nether Race retorted coldly: "This lad could kill an Eighth-Stage Golden Immortal Evil God with one sword. Who among us here can take one of his strikes?"

"In my opinion, our wisest move right now is to quickly go and soften our stance, preparing a generous gift for peace."

A Golden Immortal from an ancient race who had lived for an extremely long time analyzed calmly:

"How vast are these Three Thousand Upper Realms? Even if the Human Race is strong, they shouldn't hope to conquer it all without several million years! Moreover, I don't believe this Su Feng would personally descend to slaughter us just to seize territory. Doesn't he need to go into secluded Cultivation?"

"As long as we admit defeat to preserve our vital forces. Presumably, the Human Race's Luck from over these hundreds of millions of years is all concentrated on this one boy. With his talent, it's estimated that before long, he will undergo Ascension to the Major Thousand Worlds!"

A glint flashed in the old man's eyes: "Once he leaves! Won't these Three Thousand Upper Realms still be ruled by our myriad races?"

"Right! This plan is brilliant!"

Hearing this, the various foreign giants nodded in agreement with this stalling tactic.

The Elder of the Nine Nether Race, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough, looked at Ancestor Tianyu and chuckled strangely:

"I've heard that the human Su Feng has no other desires in life except for searching everywhere for female immortals with Heaven-Defying Physiques. Coincidentally, hasn't your God Race recently given birth to a rare 'Twelve-Winged Goddess'?"

"Old ghost Tianyu, why don't your God Race offer this woman to Su Feng! It will surely appease his anger and preserve our Myriad Races Alliance!"

"Bullshit!!!"

Hearing this, Ancestor Tianyu's beard bristled with anger, and his eyes almost spat fire.

"In your dreams! My God Race's Twelve-Winged Goddess is favored by the Heavenly Dao! She is the hope for our God Race to return to the Major Thousand Worlds in the future! How can she be treated as an object and traded to a human as a plaything?!"

The God Race assessed Bloodline potential by the number of wings on their backs.

One must know that even the oldest supreme expert currently sleeping in the God Race's Forbidden Ground was only at the Ten-Winged stage!

The God Race had waited for who knows how many tens of thousands of years to finally welcome this only Goddess with Twelve-Winged Heaven-Defying Aptitude. How could they bear to give her to Su Feng?

Just as the God Race and the Nine Nether Race were at each other's throats.

"Boom—!!!"

An extremely ancient and terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble suddenly descended upon the Myriad Races Divine Temple!

"I want to see which human, having not appeared for a mere hundred years, dares to be so arrogant as to make my God Race sacrifice our most noble Twelve-Winged Goddess!"

A majestic voice boomed within the temple.

Ancestor Tianyu was first stunned, then his eyes erupted with wild joy as he fell to his knees with a thud:

"Welcome, Old Ancestor, on your exit from seclusion!!!"

The foreign giants around the round table turned deathly pale upon feeling this aura.

"This... this is..."

"That supreme expert of the God Race... Heavenly God Old Ancestor?!"

"Impossible! Didn't that old monster fail to break through to the Golden Immortal Ninth-Stage a hundred thousand years ago and die?! He's actually still alive?!"