125: The human race will never be humiliated!

Just then, from the northwest, monstrous Demonic Qi permeated, and countless Yao Race Martial Artists appeared.

The Great Saint of the Demon Clan stood in the sky, and the Ten Great Demon Saints looked down upon the world.

"Heavenly Martial Continent, what a familiar aura. My Yao Race has finally returned. Tsk tsk tsk, the Human Race's meaty scent is so strong."

Southwest direction!

"Hehehe, our Ghost Race is back!!!"

"Wuwu, they're back, everyone is back."

Northeast direction!

"Hmph, a million years, my Asura Race has finally returned."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it feels so good to be back."

Due South!

"Our God Race has returned. The one who controls the world is none other than our God Race."

"Those who defy the gods shall die!"

"... ... ..."

The Yao Race, Demon Race, Ghost Race, Asura Race, and God Race!

These five supreme races, a million years ago, were existences that dominated the entire Heavenly Martial Continent, with an endless stream of powerful individuals.

While the Human Race's foundation a million years ago was not weak, it was still somewhat inferior compared to these five races.

At this moment, the Yao Race in the northwest was eager to try. For them, the Human Race's flesh and blood were their best supplements, especially for Martial Artists with stronger cultivation, whose flesh and blood provided greater nourishment.

Therefore, a million years ago, the Yao Race slaughtered many Human Race Martial Artists. Now that they have returned, smelling the unique scent of the Human Race, they naturally could not hold back.

Just then!

"Hmph!"

A cold snort sounded.

The next moment, a long sword streaked across the sky, slashing out a Sword Qi towards the northwest.

The sword was swift, its shadow cut through the sky, erupting with a huge explosion that immediately attracted the attention of countless powerful individuals.

"All races are welcome to descend. If anyone dares to slaughter Human Race Martial Artists, our Human Race will never let it go."

The voice came from the Heaven Sword Sect.

That sword just now was struck by the Sect Leader of Tian Jian Sect. The terrifying Sword Qi crisscrossed, making countless powerful individuals gasp for breath.

The pressure of the Late Stage of the Saint Realm was terrifying.

What's more, the Sect Leader of Tian Jian Sect's strength was not as simple as that of an ordinary Late Stage Saint Realm Martial Artist.

Just then, a Great Saint of the Yao Race let out a muffled groan.

"What a joke! A mere Human Race dares to threaten my Yao Race? What if I eat a mere Human Race Martial Artist? What can you do!"

The Great Saint of the Yao Race who spoke was named Great Saint Feilian, a Great Saint of the Yao Race in the Late Stage of the Saint Realm, whose strength was extremely formidable.

Although he could feel the power of the Sect Leader of Tian Jian Sect's sword, and his strength was definitely not below his own, the Yao Race absolutely could not show weakness at this moment.

Just as Great Saint Feilian's voice fell.

Another terrifying aura came.

"Say that again!?"

A terrifying voice surged like a tide, followed closely by a Saber Qi that tore through the air, spanning tens of thousands of miles, terrifying beyond compare, looking down upon the world, with the momentum of swallowing all ages.

This Saber Qi broke a hundred-zhang-tall mountain in the northwest.

Wei Shengwu's Saber Qi just now was terrifying to the extreme. Great Saint Feilian was startled. Although they were far apart, he could still feel that the owner of this Saber Qi was extremely terrifying, with strength far above his own.

The other Demon Saints looked meaningfully in the direction of the Human Race, wondering what they were thinking.

Just then.

Nangong Bo threw a punch, and the terrifying fist force penetrated the sky.

"Our Human Race never suffers humiliation!"

Nangong Bo's voice echoed in the sky.

At this moment, Tai Xuan Sect.

"Indeed, this Sect Master also finds that very reasonable."

Mo Ming pointed a finger, and Profound Green True Qi poured out, heading straight for the northwest.

This one finger not only shocked all races, but even the Human Race Martial Artists were bewildered.

What the Hell?

Tai Xuan Sect's Sect Master Mo Ming, has he Broken Through to the Late Stage of the Saint Realm?

Holy cow!!

One must know that besides Mo Ming, Tai Xuan Sect also had another powerful individual in the Late Stage of the Saint Realm, the Ancestor Xuan!

He had Broken Through to the Late Stage of the Saint Realm countless years ago and possessed a profound foundation. Now, with Mo Ming, another Late Stage Saint Realm powerful individual, Tai Xuan Sect's momentum was truly terrifying.

As Mo Ming's finger descended, the Ancestor Xuan's phantom appeared.

His gaze sharpened, his aged face seemingly rejuvenated. He opened his eyes, his right eye plunged into a chaotic darkness. Those eyes were terrifying beyond compare, as if from the depths of Hell.

"Boom!"

The Ancestor Xuan merely gave a glance, and all the Yao Race Martial Artists in the northwest trembled in their hearts, as if they had been targeted by some great terror.

"Want to fight? This old man will accompany you, the kind that doesn't stop until one side dies."

The Ancestor Xuan grinned, his chilling smile making countless people instinctively shiver.

Terrifying!

Absolutely terrifying!

The voices of the five powerful individuals of the Human Race instantly suppressed the Yao Race and the other myriad races.

Is this the foundation of the Human Race? As expected, it cannot be underestimated.

Countless powerful individuals looked towards the Human Race's direction, their gazes profound, wondering what they were thinking, but each of them also understood that confronting the Human Race now was definitely not a good choice.

Rashly engaging in battle with the Human Race would only allow other races to benefit for free.

And the Yao Race Martial Artists, who had been extremely arrogant just now, were now silent, their faces grim.

"Damn it, how can the Human Race have so many powerful individuals? Those few auras are more terrifying than the last."

Great Saint Feilian, the Great Saint of the Yao Race, said through gritted teeth.

"The Human Race is incredibly mysterious. Besides those few guys, they might have other hidden cards. Don't forget, the Human Race has occupied the Heavenly Martial Continent for so many years; they are not simple."

Another Great Saint of the Yao Race, Ji Meng, said.

"Indeed, the Human Race has always been insidious and cunning; they must have many trump cards. We absolutely cannot start a war like this, otherwise, our Yao Race will also suffer heavy losses."

Bai Ze Demon Saint, who was beside him, said.

He was the strongest among the Ten Great Demon Saints and their leader. His words naturally gained the approval of the other Demon Saints.

Not just the Yao Race, but all powerful individuals of all races had witnessed the Human Race's profound strength. Some races who originally had ulterior motives also put away their inner thoughts.

After all, the Human Race possessed a deep foundation, and a head-on confrontation would not benefit them either.

There was absolutely no need to work for others.

As for those races with weaker foundations, they were filled with fear.

Originally, they lived in their respective Small Worlds, with no external enemies invading, and almost no threat of death.

Now, returning to the Heavenly Martial Continent was not a good thing for them.

Damn it, there were too many powerful enemies; a slight carelessness could very likely lead to their extinction.

Looking at the commotion in the sky, Su Changqing chuckled, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

The display of strength by the Human Race's powerful individuals just now was more like a means of showing off their power.

Only by letting others see one's strength can many troubles be avoided.

And the Human Race's powerful individuals' recent display of power deterred other races with ulterior motives, established the Human Race's position, and also provided Su Changqing with time to grow.

Su Changqing looked at the two great demons, Ape Mang and Eagle Yang, and said with a smile:

"The Yao Race has returned. You two can go back now."

These two great demons held significant positions within the Yao Race, and keeping them as inside informants would definitely be a good asset.

"Yes!"

The two demons exchanged glances and said respectfully.

"Given your loyalty, I'll give you two a treasure before you go back."

Su Changqing said with a smile.