Chapter 1193: Main Course Served

Seeing this Demon King's arrogant demeanor, the Barbarian Tribe's old ancestor was so angry his teeth itched.

Damn it, when has he ever endured such petty anger? A mere Demon King, something he could crush with a casual pinch, dares to act all high and mighty in front of him.

He really wanted to slap it to death, but in the end he forcibly restrained himself.

He is indeed a Great Emperor old ancestor, but what's in front of him is food—can you kill food? You can, but you need the Human Race's consent.

Wantonly killing food is absolutely challenging the Human Race's bottom line.

Moreover, as an old ancestor, he knows even better that now wanting to kill food, not to mention them, even Human Race cultivators cannot.

One must first obtain the consent of Food Ancestor Ye Zhangqing; only when food is indeed needed can it be killed.

Otherwise, even if you are a Human Race cultivator, wantonly killing food will incur severe punishment, let alone he isn't even of the Human Race.

So, looking at this extremely arrogant Demon King before him, the Barbarian Tribe's old ancestor finally let out a cold snort, and under the stunned gazes of the surrounding crowd, he retreated to the side with a dark face.

"I won't stoop to your level."

"Pah, useless thing."

"I damn............."

His teeth were about to shatter from grinding, while that Demon King strode off heedlessly, with a swaggering gait that ignored all kin.

The Demon Race thereafter completely achieved being fearless.

Besides the Human Race, which they dare not provoke, for any other race, no matter who you are, when the Great Emperor Old Ancestor arrives you must step back a bit; if I just give you a peck, I count it as a loss.

The fury of the strong ones of all races was such that their killing intent surged to the heavens, but could you act? Obviously not.

The Demon Race truly understood: after all, I'm damned to be food, I don't know when I'll be served, so what's wrong with acting a bit arrogantly?

Within the limited time, endless arrogance, living freely and unrestrained.

The Demon Race felt great, while other races felt utterly stifled; however, the Demon Race isn't stupid, knowing who can be provoked and who cannot.

Toward the Human Race, they put on two faces—namely, being extremely respectful.

Upon seeing the Human Race, the Demon Race always takes the initiative to greet.

"Have you seen the Upper Tribe?"

"Huh???"

"Upper Tribe, rest assured, I've been taking care of myself lately, eating plenty of heavenly treasures and earthly riches; I guarantee that when it's time to be served, the meat will be tender and the flavor exquisite."

"Huh???"

"Upper Tribe, please give me some time—five years, no, three years—and I'll be able to elevate my bloodline, after which the flavor will be even better."

"Huh???"

Looking at these enthusiastic Demon Race members, hearing their words, the Human Race were dumbfounded.

"Damn it, do you even want to hear what you're saying? You're just pampering yourself for better taste?"

The Human Race left one by one with strange expressions; these Demon Race members have changed, becoming somewhat incomprehensible.

And those who went to Yun Xiantai to complain in front of the people naturally had no further developments.

At most, the Demon Race that caused a death would be directly restrained, waiting for the next meal to first deal with these food items.

Besides that, there were no further punishments.

How to punish? You can't possibly exterminate the Demon Race, right? If you wiped them out, what would you eat?

In this regard, all races were well aware, so within less than half a month, all races, upon hearing of the Demon Race, would change color; upon seeing them from afar, they would immediately avoid them, not daring to make contact.

If they could avoid, they avoided; if they couldn't, they still refrained from talking nonsense, lowering their heads and gritting their teeth as they left.

Only when they could eat did all races visibly bite down harder, as if venting some anger.

"You damned thing, letting you act arrogantly last time, now you've fallen into my mouth, huh?"

"A mere Demon King dares to act arrogantly before me—you're rebelling."

A Barbarian Tribe old ancestor held a large bowl, gnashing his teeth as he ate; the stir-fried beef in the bowl was precisely that Demon King who had strutted arrogantly before him that day.

Unnoticed, half a month had already passed.

On the Demon Race side, Bei Zun's countless demon warriors have successively arrived at the entrances of the five Demon Caves.

Their number is no less than a million.

Although Bei Zun now completely looks down on the Human Race, considering them nothing but a bunch of ants, he still wasn't careless.

He still gave his all, after all this battle is a task personally entrusted by the Demon Emperor; not only must he win, but he must win splendidly.

Seeing that Bei Zun wasn't careless, Yi Qi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Giving it his all is fine; thus even if the Human Race side had preparations, there shouldn't be any mishap.

Numerous Demon Race warriors were ready, each face brimming with strong confidence.

After all, they had already heard about the situation of Haotu Shijie and the Human Race.

Upon learning that even their Demon Race's two-thousand-strong scout detachment couldn't beat them, such a feeble race, they simply didn't take it seriously.

Now, with their million Demon Race warriors setting out, Haotu Shijie is not something they can easily overturn; those Human Race folks are even less worthy of fear.

That morning, Bei Zun, together with his retinue of Demon Gods, arrived at the entrances of the five Demon Caves according to plan.

Bei Zun led the main force; at one of the Demon Caves, looking at the Demon Race warriors before him, Bei Zun spoke in a deep voice.

"My Demon Race warriors, follow me to expand territory for my Demon Race; the Demon Race is invincible."

"The Demon Race is invincible."

"The Demon Race is invincible."

"The Demon Race is invincible."

"Set out."

At the command, the million Demon Race warriors entered the Demon Caves, while Yi Qi and his subordinate Demon Gods watched from afar as the great army set out.

Those few Demon Gods who had previously been to Haotu Shijie now had unusually grave expressions.

They had already intercepted, saying that the human race really seemed off, hard to deal with; it was best to act cautiously, after much deliberation.

Unfortunately, Bei Zun naturally couldn't listen to them; even Yi Qi didn't agree with their words.

Watching these million demon warriors enter the Demon Cave, those few Demon Gods always felt as if they saw their own shadow.

Back when they first went to Haotu Shijie, they were just as confident.

But the result? After entering Haotu Shijie, they just kept losing battle after battle, gaining no advantage at all from the Human Race.

All kinds of traps and dirty tactics kept coming, impossible to guard against.

I don't know why, but those few Demon Gods always felt this wouldn't end up repeating the same mistakes.

Your Majesty............

One of the Demon Gods simply couldn't hold back and wanted to speak up to comfort, but Yi Qi had heard those words countless times before.

He himself wasn't even sure, let alone trying to convince Bei Zun; so, without waiting for that Demon God to speak, Yi Qi directly interrupted.

"Shut up."

Seeing that, the Demon God could only swallow the words he had at the tip of his tongue.

They wanted to stop it, but there was no way; no one believed them, and in the eyes of the other demons, Haotu Shijie remained that weak world, utterly not worth fearing.

But the problem is, Haotu Shijie isn't as simple as it seems; the Human Race definitely has issues.

Although I don't know why Bei Zun's scout team returned safely, the more so, the more it shows there's a problem.