Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races

Chapter 411: Shocked! It’s Actually True! Stunned and Numb Mainline Human Race Experts! The Terrifying Great Xia

Amidst the praises, a hint of arrogance appeared on the face of the Ninth Grade Powerhouse, Yuwen Tianlong, as he stroked his white beard in satisfaction and spoke again.

"Hmm! Those guys have already been locked on by my spiritual power, they can forget about escaping my grasp! Let’s go! Let’s take a look!"

"A mere few Sixth Grades dare to play tricks here! If they weren’t useful, I would have smacked them dead long ago!"

Hearing these words, the other exploration team members also chimed in with derisive laughter and mockery towards the martial artists of the Great Xia hunting squad.

"The elder is correct! To dare act dishonestly in front of Lord Yuwen, they are just seeking their own demise!"

"Right! That guy was just full of lies! What hundreds of billions of Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmasters, single-handedly suppressing the Guardian God of the Dragon God, it’s ridiculous, even when making up nonsense, they should use their brains!"

"Playing tricks here and telling such deceitful lies, how pitiful!"

"..."

In reality, they didn’t believe a single bit of what the hunting squad martial artists said.

Especially Lin Ping’an capturing the Dragon God, casually suppressing more than a dozen Beast Gods, casting a membrane of light over billions of miles.

This kind of statement is utterly absurd and extremely distorted.

And about the Celestial Dao Network, linking to sell cultivation techniques, remote communication... it’s utter nonsense.

They, being from the main line of the Human Race, had never heard of such miraculous things, so how could a bunch of branch natives possibly have them?

Most likely, it’s just arrogance, exaggerating some unknown things.

These descendants of the main line Human Race know far too much more than these branch people of shallow knowledge.

Meanwhile, the leading Yuwen Tianlong had some doubts in his mind.

Because during his earlier questioning, he found no trace of deceit among these natives.

But to say it’s all true, Yuwen Tianlong couldn’t possibly believe it.

Since even the main line does not possess such things, how could these branch ants possibly have them?

Do they deserve it?

As the exploration team delved deeper, time flowed silently like fine sand in an hourglass.

Along with encountering hunting squads more frequently.

At first, the arrogance and mockery on the faces of those prodigies gradually turned to shock and confusion, until eventually becoming utterly dumbfounded.

"Another Sixth Grade Peak team?"

The leading Ninth Grade Powerhouse, Yuwen Tianlong, frowned, muttering to himself, his eyes constantly flickering.

The members of his team were also amazed.

"Ten squads, fifty squads... Up until now, we’ve encountered a hundred squads, why do all the Great Xia cultivators have at least Sixth Grade Peak cultivation?"

This unbelievable phenomenon weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts, leaving them unable to breathe.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

In the team, a prodigy gripped his weapon tightly, the blade glimmering with faint light, reflecting a conflicted and struggling face, and muttering with a sob.

"I have trained arduously for twenty-five years, gone through countless life-and-death challenges just to break through to Sixth Grade! Why? What on earth gives them such powerful strength?"

Not far off, other prodigies were similarly mentally crumbling.

In simple terms, some were breaking down.

Originally thinking that achieving Sixth Grade at this age was already remarkable, they found themselves, elsewhere, reduced to mediocrity.

Every person they encountered was stronger than them.

Is this what a prodigy means?

It’s nothing but a joke!

However, they weren’t aware yet that more crushing matters awaited them as they entered the Great Xia Human Realm!

Even an old man by the roadside, or a square dancing aunt might easily thrash these prodigy martial artists from the main line Human Race.

After all, speaking purely of cultivation techniques, every Great Xia martial artist could fight beyond their grade.

Several days later.

Outside the Guardian City of the third defensive line, waves of teams with somewhat different attire arrived one after another.

After entering the city, their faces showed nothing but numbness.

They were numb! Completely numb!

Throughout the entire city, inside and out, as far as the eye could see, everyone had at least Sixth Grade Peak martial cultivation.

To describe it in one sentence:

Seventh Grade Grandmasters are as common as dirt, Eighth Grade Grandmasters are inferior to dogs, only Ninth Grade Peak can slightly boast.

At this moment, even Yuwen Tianlong, a Ninth Grade Powerhouse holding a high position.

His heart, once as solid as a rock, now violently trembled, as if facing an unstoppable storm.

The divine weapon tightly gripped in his hand reflected a face filled with immense shock, his eyes flickering with incredulity.

His gaze pierced through the night, staring at the majestic Guardian City ahead.

There, a palpable, overwhelming aura filled the air, instilling fear in the heart.

Dozens of Ninth Grade Powerhouse auras, dazzling like stars in the night, emerged from various places in the city, rushing like a torrent, impacting his once solid determination.

At this moment, the facial muscles of Ninth Grade Powerhouse Yuwen Tianlong twitched uncontrollably.

The once proud and aloof expression that reigned above all beings had vanished, replaced by deep shock and reverence.

In his eyes, past arrogance and pride.

Instantly crushed, turning to dust, scattered in the wind.

The foundations and strength of Great Xia had far exceeded his imagination.

This realization like a heavy hammer, fiercely struck Yuwen Tianlong’s heart, forcing him to reassess his underestimation and contempt for Great Xia.

In this instant, he even began to doubt whether the team he led truly had the ability and qualification to stir the slightest ripple on this land.

And that so-called Great Xia Guardian God, who supposedly single-handedly suppressed the Supreme Dragon God of the Dragon Race, even though it sounded absurd, like a myth.

But at this moment, he dared not lightly mock its truthfulness.

Ninth Grade Powerhouse Yuwen Tianlong took a deep breath, restrained all arrogance, and carefully suppressed the impulses in his heart.

If it’s true, any slightest hint of arrogance might provoke the terrifying Great Xia Guardian God, Lin Ping’an.

Thereby, plunging everyone into an abyss of eternal damnation.

From now on, keeping a low profile and watching their steps was what these exploration team members had to do.

At the same time, exploration teams from other different main line Human Race noble families and sects made similar choices.

Even if they had never believed it, seeing the millions of Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmasters throughout the city and those surging formidable auras, they all lowered their heads, choosing to hide themselves.

In the Academy Villa No. 1 within the Great Xia Human Realm, Lin Ping’an continued his transformation.

In an elusive sense, he seemed to sense some fluctuations in the lines of causality, but didn’t pay much attention to it.

Throughout Great Xia, there were far too many martial artists with Lin Ping’an in their minds.

If not specifically mentioned, or harboring strong malicious intent, he wouldn’t particularly focus on them.

However, if Lin Ping’an took notice of someone, they better be prepared to be quietly erased from existence!

After all, from beginning to end, he was never a great benevolent figure, nor the Great Xia Guardian God with a heart for all living beings.