154: Offerings

Everyone present was stunned, their eyes filled with deep shock.

An Emperor Realm Initial Stage Martial Artist, killing a Supreme Realm Peak Martial Artist?

How is this possible?

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, everyone present probably wouldn't have believed it.

Not to mention those God Race Martial Artists, even Immortal Master Heishui's eyes flashed with deep shock.

"Oh my goodness, this... is this the strength of Saint? Terrifying, too terrifying!"

A Supreme Realm Peak Martial Artist, although he could also kill him, Su Changqing was only at the Emperor Realm Initial Stage.

Recalling when he was at the Emperor Realm Initial Stage, he could at most compare with a Late Stage Monarch Realm Martial Artist.

Even so, he was then known as a top Prodigy, a top existence among Loose Cultivator Martial Artists.

But compared to Su Changqing, he was far inferior, not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"Damn it, this... how is this possible? He's only at the Emperor Realm Initial Stage!"

True Hao couldn't believe any of this.

"This kid actually possesses such strength. If he grows into a Saint Realm Expert in the future, he will probably become a major hidden danger for our God Race!"

Su Changqing's combat power was too terrifying. If he was allowed to continue like this, he would definitely become a major hidden danger for the God Race in the future, and even the entire Ten Thousand Races would change because of him.

After all, he had never heard of anyone being able to kill a Supreme Realm Peak Expert when they were at the Emperor Realm Initial Stage.

No one would believe it if he said it out loud.

However, as True Hao pondered, Sweeping Monk's attack had already landed.

He was instantly flustered and quickly dodged and defended.

But Sweeping Monk's speed was too fast, and a saber strike landed on his right rib.

True Hao was instantly sent flying more than ten meters, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his aura weakening slightly.

He looked at Sweeping Monk with deep apprehension.

The black-robed Martial Artist in front of him was much stronger than him in combat, and he fought fearlessly, like a Puppet, not speaking, just attacking with his head down.

"Bang!"

The Sweeping Monk Puppet did not hesitate at all and raised his saber to strike again.

True Hao quickly resisted.

On the other side, Immortal Master Heishui was single-handedly suppressing four Supreme Realm Peak Martial Artists.

With his combat power, these four were no match for him at all, and he was gradually gaining the upper hand.

He saw a staff fly up, and dozens of black giant Dragons shot out, flying directly towards the four.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the sky darkened, sand flew, and two of the Supreme Realm Peak Martial Artists were directly pierced and killed by these dozens of giant Dragons.

The remaining two God Race Martial Artists, though not dead, were seriously injured.

Immortal Master Heishui sneered and continued to attack the two God Race Martial Artists with his staff.

Nipping evil in the bud, he naturally knew this.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two consecutive attacks landed, and the two Supreme Realm Peak Martial Artists were instantly killed.

Immortal Master Heishui respectfully walked up to Su Changqing, a smile on his face:

"Saint, your subordinate has already killed those four!"

Su Changqing smiled and nodded:

"Not bad."

Immortal Master Heishui chuckled upon hearing this, his face showing no arrogance, but rather increasing respect.

After all, the strength Su Changqing had just displayed had truly astonished him.

At the same time, he was secretly glad for his keen insight, having followed Su Changqing early on.

It was conceivable that if Su Changqing grew up one day, probably very few people on the entire Heavenly Martial Continent would be able to challenge him.

And he, Immortal Master Heishui, let alone breaking through to the Saint Realm, even reaching the Saint Realm Late Stage might not be impossible.

The two stood on the Spirit Boat, Wangcai obediently coiled beside Su Changqing, silently observing the battle between Sweeping Monk and True Hao.

At this moment, Sweeping Monk had completely gained the upper hand, and it was only a matter of time before True Hao was defeated.

Su Changqing said loudly:

"Don't kill him, I want him alive!"

Today happened to be the day the Sacrificial Gate opened, and a Saint Realm Middle Stage sacrifice would probably be quite good.

As Su Changqing's words fell, the Sweeping Monk Puppet naturally obeyed the command.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"......"

Between heaven and earth, space vibrated. True Hao could not resist and was directly severely wounded by Sweeping Monk's saber, falling to the ground.

Then, Sweeping Monk picked him up, like carrying a small chicken, and brought him before Su Changqing.

The severely wounded True Hao's cultivation was directly confined. At this moment, he could not unleash any combat power.

"Damn it, Su Changqing, if you have the guts, kill me! Our God Race God King will never let this go!"

True Hao cursed furiously, his words full of provocation.

Being captured alive was an absolute disgrace; he would rather die in battle.

Su Changqing said with a chuckle:

"Don't worry, you will die, but it won't be that easy."

True Hao was instantly stunned.

What did he mean?

He looked at Su Changqing's half-smiling face, and he involuntarily shivered, a strange fear rising in his heart.

Su Changqing did not hesitate, he grinned, and with a wave of his large hand.

The next moment, a huge gate appeared behind Su Changqing.

The gate was engraved with countless unknown, densely packed, mysterious runes. Neither Immortal Master Heishui nor True Hao could understand the content on it.

Then, the Sacrificial Gate opened.

Behind the gate was a pitch-black expanse, unfathomable, where even Divine Sense could not probe, but both Immortal Master Heishui and True Hao's Souls instinctively trembled slightly.

Fear!

Fear from the depths of their Souls.

"What... what is this thing?"

True Hao swallowed, asking with some fear.

Although he didn't know what this pitch-black expanse was, his intuition told him that it was definitely terrifying inside.

Su Changqing said with a smile:

"Here, this is your final resting place."

"Oh, by the way, Emperor Yuan God King also died inside this gate."

What?

Upon hearing Su Changqing's words, True Hao's eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.

Emperor Yuan God King?

Died under this gate?

Didn't he die at the hands of the Yao Race?

Could it be...

In an instant, a terrifying thought began to spread in True Hao's mind.

Emperor Yuan God King's death was orchestrated by the Human Race, with the purpose of framing the Yao Race.

The moment this thought arose, he felt an immense chill throughout his body.

He wanted to spread this news, but he no longer had the chance; Su Changqing wouldn't give him that opportunity.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, True Hao felt a powerful suction coming from that gate, and his body involuntarily flew towards the Sacrificial Gate.

"Turning into a sacrifice, it won't be a waste."

Su Changqing sneered, his eyes filled with an inexplicable chill.

The God Race, since they dared to intercept him, he naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted.

Apart from the Human Race, other Ten Thousand Races were no different to him.

If they didn't provoke him, then so be it, but since they did, they had to be prepared to die.