223: Chapter 223 The Canyon Pianist! The Ultimate Verbal Mastery of the Demonic Body!

"I will ensure you lowly blood-food never return!"

The words of the ten-winged God Race powerhouse, Michelle, had just fallen, and he was still maintaining that extremely arrogant throat-slitting gesture.

"Pah! What kind of thing are you? How dare you bark in front of my Master?!"

A crisp, spoiled, yet endlessly mocking voice instantly broke the silence of the Human Race preparation area.

Yan Ling'er, who had bells tied to her ankles, jumped out from behind Su Feng like a bristling little wild cat.

She put her hands on her hips, her big, watery eyes staring fixedly at Michelle in mid-air, firing on all cylinders.

"When my Master was slaughtering those mongrel birds of your God Race, you didn't even know where you were! Why are you running out now pretending to be a big shot?!"

Yan Ling'er was not only a Heavenly Demon Charm Body, but also the Su Family's recognized "Number One Canyon Pianist."

Her little mouth was not just a king of trash-talking, but a king among kings of trash-talking.

"You... you are presumptuous!!!"

As a high-and-mighty Golden Immortal of the Six Daos, Michelle had lived surrounded by the adoration of ten thousand races since birth, hearing only flattery. Where had he ever heard such vulgar language?

The finger he was pointing at Yan Ling'er was trembling violently.

"What 'you'? If you can't even speak properly, don't come out and embarrass yourself!"

Yan Ling'er didn't give him a chance to interrupt at all. She took a deep breath, and her speech speed fired out like a machine gun:

"One 'lowly' after another, one 'blood-food' after another. Did the Human Race dig up your ancestral grave? Or did the Human Race rob your entire family?"

"Why did your mother give birth to... oh wait!!!"

"I almost forgot!"

Yan Ling'er slapped her forehead dramatically, putting on an expression of sudden realization, "You're a bird-man! You were born an egg! No wonder your brain capacity is only as big as a walnut!"

"When your mother hatched you, she must have sealed that bird beak of yours because she found your mouth too foul!"

"Didn't expect it, didn't expect it, today your mother didn't check the almanac before going out, and actually let you, this escaped bird, run out and unseal it, right?!"

"How pathetic, you grew ten wings, and when you fly you look like a fluttering moth, and you really consider yourself a dish? With that bird-like appearance of yours, if I threw you into the Lower Realm for soup, I'd worry about you getting stuck in my teeth!"

Yan Ling'er's barrage of insults, loaded with barbs, exploded directly throughout the preparation area of the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm.

Those powerful beings from other races who had pricked up their ears to watch the spectacle were all stunned.

Is this even cursing? This is practically a physical spiritual penetration!

Which Zaun Universe did this Little Girl ascend from?!

"You!!! Vulgar and unbearable!!! Simply vulgar and unbearable!!!"

Michelle in mid-air was trembling all over with anger, and his originally holy light power was faintly turning black.

His Golden Immortal Dao Heart, which had been tempered for over ten thousand years, actually showed extremely serious wavering and cracks at this moment!

"I will kill you! I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, and suppress you under the Holy Fire for eternity!!!"

Michelle roared, his ten light wings on his back suddenly spread out, preparing to condense a Holy Judgment to strike at Yan Ling'er.

"Lord Michelle! Do not be impulsive!"

Just then, a Golden Immortal of the Griffin race, with eagle wings and a lion's body, ran over, sweating profusely, and blocked Michelle firmly.

"Lord, please calm down! Why lower yourself to their level!"

The Griffin powerhouse lowered his voice and anxiously advised: "This is the assessment ground of the [Venerable Great Illusionary Realm]! With the rule suppression of the Saints of the Major Thousand Worlds, private fighting is absolutely forbidden before stepping onto the arena! If you strike first, you will definitely be disqualified by the Saint's rules!"

In fact, even if the Griffin didn't stop him, Michelle would have been unable to condense a shred of killing power.

That Saint's will, hanging high above the Nine Heavens, had long since locked onto every creature daring to challenge the rules.

Persuaded by his vassal race, Michelle took the opportunity to back down, panting heavily, and suppressing the roiling Qi and blood in his body.

He stared viciously at Yan Ling'er, gritting his teeth as he threatened:

"Hmph! Wait until we are on the competition arena later..."

"Competition what competition? You still dare to bark?!"

Yan Ling'er didn't indulge this so-called God Race at all. Pointing her little hand, she prepared to increase the intensity: "I think your brain is filled with paste right now. Do you want to turn into an egg again and stuff yourself back into your mother's womb to be remade?!"

"Presumptuous!!!"

Just as Yan Ling'er was preparing to continue her carpet-bombing of insults, a cold snort sounded.

"Hum—!"

Accompanied by this cold snort, the surrounding space seemed to have its air instantly drained away.

An old man clad in dazzling golden armor, with ten pure white divine feathered light wings on his back, slowly descended from the Void Realm, carrying a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of crushing the ten thousand worlds.

And beside him, there followed a stunningly beautiful young girl.

Her whole body was holy and flawless, and the twelve light wings behind her were dreamlike, she was the future hope of the God Race—the Twelve-Winged Goddess Jialuo.

"Su Feng."

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor looked down at Su Feng from a high position, his eyes revealing a coldness and contempt as if looking at a dead person, his voice shaking the heavens:

"Using such foul language in front of ten thousand races, is this... the stature of your Human Race?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere of the entire venue instantly dropped to freezing point.

All the powerful beings of other races held their breath, their eyes filled with awe and schadenfreude.

They knew that the invincible hegemon from one hundred thousand years ago was finally going to personally step into the arena to face this new Human Race king.

Facing the Heavenly God Old Ancestor, Su Feng's expression was calm, without the slightest panic.

He reached out naturally and pulled Yan Ling'er, who was still jumping and cursing, behind him, even gently patting her little head to comfort her.

Subsequently.

Su Feng slowly raised his head, those deep Ancient Heavy Pupils staring straight at the high-and-mighty Heavenly God Old Ancestor.

He did not explode with any spiritual power, but simply spat out a sentence in a tone that was plain yet arrogant to the bone:

"Talking to me about stature?"

A mocking sneer curled the corners of Su Feng's mouth:

"You, an old antique with half your body already buried in the dirt... are not worthy."

"Hiss—!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all ten thousand races were shocked! The entire preparation area instantly resounded with a large intake of cold breath.

Crazy! This Human Race is completely crazy!

One is the God Race that has dominated the Three Thousand Upper Realms for hundreds of millions of years, with a prestige that spans eternity.

One is the new Human Race king who has risen for less than a hundred years, brilliant and talented but with a shallow foundation.

Although among the ten thousand races, most people felt that Su Feng's potential far exceeded the Heavenly God Old Ancestor, and surpassing the opponent was only a matter of time.

But that is a future matter!

At this critical juncture, the Heavenly God Old Ancestor has already touched the edge of the Saint's rules!

Facing such a killing god, Su Feng actually dared to confront him head-on, and even said the other party was "not worthy"?!

"I am not worthy?!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's breathing choked, and that majestic face instantly became twisted due to extreme anger.

In one hundred thousand years, who has dared to speak to him in this tone?!

"Hahaha! Good! What a rampant Human Race brat!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor laughed out of extreme anger, the killing intent contained in that laughter, his gaze staring fixedly at Su Feng, and the ten light wings instantly erupted with blinding killing divine light.

"Then this Venerable will see later, what capital you, this so-called new Human Race king, actually have to be so rampant!!!"