Chapter 599: Fifty Human Race Tribes Destroyed, Only One Remains

Netherworld Blood Sea.

Thick, foul-smelling blood water churned violently.

Boundless karma condensed into tangible crimson mist, shrouding the ten directions.

Minghe Laozu sat upon the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, gazing down upon the sea surface.

Boom!

Blood water exploded. A four-headed, eight-armed monster burst forth from the water.

The monster's body was covered in dark red scales, wielding a massive bone blade.

Four faces respectively displayed greed, rage, lust, slaughter.

Taiyi Golden Immortal Peak!

"Greetings, Holy Lord."

The monster knelt on one knee upon the blood water, voice harsh and grating.

"Good! Good! Worthy of being the Asura King born from the essence blood of a hundred thousand kin! From this day forth, you shall be named 'Bo Xun', serving as my Asura Sect's First War General!"

"Thanks, Holy Lord, for bestowing the name."

Bo Xun licked the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, four pairs of eyes simultaneously looking toward the Nine Heavens above — that was the direction of the Yao Clan Heavenly Court,

"Holy Lord, this subordinate is hungry. How does that so-called 'Human Race' taste?"

Minghe Laozu's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile.

He did not answer directly, instead turning his head to gaze into the depths of the void.

There, a faintly discernible spatial rift existed, emanating vast, heavy Earth Turbid Evil Qi.

"Daoist Friend Di Jiang, how should this first fire be lit?" Minghe transmitted his voice secretly.

From within the spatial rift came Di Jiang's steady, cold voice.

"Since the Heavenly Court has established the Human Teaching to protect those ants, we shall sever its foundation. Killing the Human Race is slapping the Heavenly Court's face. This first strike must draw blood and bone."

"That Di Jun Na Si has a violent temper; if he flies into a rage and sends Great Luo Golden Immortals or even Quasi-Sages down to the mortal realm?" Minghe harbored some apprehension; he had not forgotten the humiliation of being severely wounded in ten moves by Di Jun at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

"He dares not."

Di Jiang's voice carried absolute certainty of total control.

Half a day later, a grand, violent voice rose from the foot of Mount Buzhou, spreading across the Six Harmonies and Eight Wastes.

"I am Di Jiang!"

"From this day forth, upon the Great Wasteland earth, above Great Luo Golden Immortals, none may rashly mobilize troops! If the Yao Clan Heavenly Court has any Great Luo Golden Immortals descend, my Twelve Ancestral Witches will surely mobilize our entire nest and flatten the Thirty-Three Heavens!"

As the words fell, the myriad races trembled.

This is a Yang Scheme.

Demarcating the battlefield.

Restricting high-level combat power.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

Di Jiang is openly drawing a circle for the Heavenly Court.

Your Yao Clan experts dare descend to save the Human Race, my Twelve Ancestral Witches dare directly flip the table and start a war!

The Wu Clan's flesh bodies are tyrannically strong; their low-level combat power already crushes the Yao Clan.

Now adding the fearless-of-death Asura Clan, if Great Luo does not emerge, what does the Yao Clan have to block with?

Lingxiao Baodian.

Di Jun shattered the jade table before him with a single palm strike.

"Great Luo does not descend?" Di Jun laughed in extreme anger, "My Heavenly Court, how many Taiyi Yao Jiang are there! Issue the decree, order Ji Meng to mobilize troops..."

"Elder Brother."

On the soft couch, Gu Yuan adjusted his snow-white fox fur robe, coughing lightly twice to interrupt Di Jun.

He held a purple gold warm stove in his hands, eyelids lifting slightly.

"Great Luo does not descend, Taiyi go — right into the Wu Clan's trap." Gu Yuan's voice was gentle and unhurried, "Blood Sea karma is filthy beyond measure. Taiyi Yao Jiang tainted by it have half their Dao foundation ruined. This is a war of attrition."

"Then just watch?" Di Jun frowned.

Gu Yuan's gaze was calm, without a single ripple.

"Let the bullet fly for a while."

Western Wasteland, "Rock" Tribe.

Three thousand Human Race gathered here.

On the open ground, a bonfire blazed fiercely.

Several strong men were turning wild boar meat on wooden sticks.

Grease dripped into the fire, emitting a "sizzle" sound.

Meat fragrance permeated the air.

Children ran around the bonfire, elderly faces wore satisfied smiles.

Ever since the Heavenly Court bestowed the fire seed, they no longer feared the night, no longer ate hair and drank blood.

"Heavenly Emperor bless."

The old clan leader pressed his palms together, bowing devoutly toward the direction of the Heavenly Court.

Before his words fell.

The sky darkened.

Not sunset. A dense layer of blood clouds obscured the firmament.

The pungent stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the aroma of roasted meat.

"What is that?" a burly man looked up.

"Whoosh!"

A dark-red bone spear fell from the sky, piercing through his chest.

Tremendous force sent him flying backward, nailing him dead against the rock wall.

A miserable scream tore through the sky.

Blood clouds descended. Over ten thousand hideous Asura, like hungry wolves plunging into a flock of sheep.

No nonsense.

Only pure slaughter and feeding.

Asura tore open the fragile bodies of the Human Tribe, swallowing mouthfuls of warm flesh and blood.

Desperate cries shook heaven and earth.

The old clan chief had both legs severed, collapsing in a pool of blood; he clung tightly to a youth's ankle.

The youth was named Cang.

"Run..." the old clan chief coughed up fragments of viscera, stuffing a burning torch into Cang's hand, "Take the fire... run!"

Cang trembled all over.

He watched uncles who taught him to hunt torn to pieces, watched playmates he grew up with have their skulls crushed by monsters.

He had no cultivation, no magical power.

He had only this torch.

Cang abruptly turned, bit through his lip, and plunged headlong into the dense jungle behind the tribe.

He was going to find the River!

He had heard the River was the largest Human Tribe in the surroundings!

They would surely have a way to contact the Heavenly Emperor!

Behind him were the tribe's desperate wails and the Asura's bone-chilling chewing sounds.

Heavenly Court, South Heaven Gate.

Bai Ze transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight for Lingxiao Baodian.

"Oracle to the Emperor!" Bai Ze knelt on one knee, voice cold and hard, "In the Western Wasteland, the Rock Tribe, Water Tribe, Wood Tribe... fifty Human Tribes in total, massacred by the Asura Clan. Entire clans exterminated."

Inside the great hall, dead silence.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Kunpeng's eyes.

Fuxi's brow furrowed tightly.

Di Jun abruptly stood, True Solar Fire erupting around him; the temperature inside the hall instantly soared.

"Minghe! Di Jiang!" Di Jun gritted his teeth.

Just established the Human Teaching, proclaimed protection of the Human Tribe, and in the blink of an eye fifty tribes have been slaughtered.

This is rubbing Heavenly Court's face in the Blood Sea!

"Your Majesty, this minister requests battle!" Ji Meng stepped forward, murderous aura surging.

Di Jun was about to give the order.

Gu Yuan looked at Bai Ze and asked faintly, "Not a single survivor left?"

Bai Ze lowered his head: "Reporting to the Prince, it is heard that only the Rock Tribe had one person escape."

Gu Yuan nodded slightly, the corner of his mouth hooking a faint, barely-there curve.

"Good, I understand."