Chapter 198: line with translation of chapter title

All the great demonic masters' faces turned extremely ugly.

This is just like having a nice dream, but before reaching the happiest moment, whoosh— the dream ended.

Just a second ago, these great demonic masters were still fantasizing about the day they would later be in charge.

But the next second, damn it, the two races reached a truce, ceased fire, stopped fighting— how could they possibly accept that?

You damn it, you've stopped fighting, but what are we to do?

"No contact with the demon race— they really made peace with the human race?"

Some great demonic masters didn't believe it and wanted to struggle a bit more; in response, the messenger demonic cultivator helplessly shook his head.

"We can't get in touch."

"Then keep contacting them, ask this bunch of beasts what they really want— saying they won't fight means they won't fight, and now that they've withdrawn, damn it, what are we to do?"

All the major demon races that could be contacted were contacted, yet none received any reply, as if they were deliberately avoiding them.

Indeed, that's exactly the case—the major demon races are indeed avoiding these demonic cultivators.

Although these demonic cultivators are fundamentally human, in practice they have always maintained contact with the demon race.

As long as they can overthrow these orthodox sects, they don't care what means they use— even allying with the demon race is of no concern.

It's a pity that, although the demon race keeps in touch with them, they won't be foolish enough to be used as a pawn, so there's hardly any cooperation between the two sides.

But it hasn't reached the point where they completely ignore each other, as they do now.

The demon races that have already retreated to their own territories now also know the predicament faced by the demonic cultivators.

Within Yuan Mountain, the Yuan Mountain demon kings, on their way back, received another transmission from the demonic cultivators.

"How come, another transmission from those demonic cultivators?"

"Hmm."

"Which number is this?"

"I think it's the fifth time."

"They seem quite anxious."

"How could they not be anxious? Earlier, watching the two races wage war, these demonic cultivators all stuck their heads out; now that we've withdrawn, aren't they basically walking into a trap?"

A Demon King laughed and said.

"Never mind them; for now, don't provoke the Human Race again."

The demon race screwed over the demonic cultivators, but they themselves were screwed by the water race— if it weren't for the water race suddenly collapsing, even the Old Dragon King would have been slain by Hong Zun's sword; how could the situation possibly be like this?

But saying this now is pointless; the demonic cultivators are seeking death on their own— what does it have to do with our demon race?

The news hasn't fully spread yet; only a few high-level figures know about the truce, yet many great demonic masters have already panicked completely.

The demon race isn't replying; they now can't fight and can't escape either.

All their previous concealment has been completely exposed; without doubt, every move of the demonic cultivators right now has long been seen in full by all the Sects.

There's a feeling of being set up, as if the two races have teamed up to set a trap for the demonic cultivators, luring them to deliberately jump in and die.

They're gritting their teeth in anger, while elsewhere, the demonic cultivators who still don't know about the truce continue to act frenziedly, slaughtering ordinary humans and building a Blood Sea.

Not far from Jinhai Yingdi, tens of thousands of ordinary humans, as well as some low-level loose cultivators, are running wildly along the road.

Every face is filled with intense terror.

"Quick, we're almost at Jinhai Yingdi— once we reach Jinhai Yingdi we'll be safe, because with the Dao Yi Sect present, those demonic cultivators wouldn't dare act recklessly."

These people are locals from the surrounding area; because the demonic cultivators ran rampant, they escaped with all their might, but facing the demonic cultivators' pursuit, the group utterly lacked any ability to resist.

Finally, only after a loose cultivator's suggestion did everyone start running wildly toward Jinhai Yingdi.

At present, the only thing that could save them is a major orthodox sect like the Dao Yi Sect.

As they spoke, a series of cold laughs suddenly sounded from behind.

"Hahaha, want to go to Jinhai Yingdi for help? Do you really think the Dao Yi Sect can save you? They themselves can barely cope now; you'd be better off just letting us refine and absorb you— wouldn't that be better?"

It was the demonic cultivators catching up; hearing that, everyone's faces changed dramatically, and without looking back they bolted wildly toward Jinhai Yingdi.

The demonic cultivators behind them weren't in a hurry to attack either, like a cat toying with a mouse— occasionally striking out to kill a few, then driving these people onward in their flight.

They aren't the least bit afraid that these people will go to Jinhai Yingdi for aid, because the Dao Yi Sect is currently busy dealing with the water race, and even whether Jinhai Yingdi still exists is uncertain— perhaps it's already been occupied by the water race.

So, even if they run to Jinhai Yingdi, what could it possibly change?

In the demonic cultivators' minds, Jinhai Yingdi at this moment should be a mountain of corpses and a river of blood—a gruesome scene.

But actually, inside Jinhai Yingdi at this moment—

"We're eating the Old Dragon King today."

"Cut the damn nonsense, there are only five thousand people; today I'm definitely eating this old dragon."

"What a joke— Flowing Light Step."

"Entangling Hand."

"Clear Stream Wall."

"Shī xiōng, Junior Sister isn't what she used to be."

"Hah, Shī xiōng really ought to get a good look then."

It's another Fàn diǎn, and this meal is the Old Dragon King— the disciples practically drooled to the point of crying.

Leaving aside how it tastes, just the quantity of this ingredient alone makes it impossible to refuse.

They're all flood dragons, but can an ordinary flood dragon compare to a dragon king? Absolutely not— this is the classic case of rarity making value, so the disciples naturally all want a bite.

The competition is especially fierce, especially with the addition of the Jade Maiden Peak disciples.

Besides that, after a period of arduous Xiūliàn, the Jade Maiden Peak disciples' strength has made considerable progress.

But it's still useless; in front of the Shénjiàn Fēng Dìzǐ, they can only lie down obediently.

You cultivate, we cultivate as well— moreover, it's said that because we eat Changqing junior brother's cooking every day, our cultivation speed is even faster.

With Ye Zhangqing's cultivation progress, he has now broken through the perfection of the Golden Core Stage.

The dishes he makes have effects that are becoming increasingly obvious.

The same dishes now have effects at least several times greater than before.

And this is still just ordinary ingredients; if one uses some high-quality ingredients, the effect would be even more terrifying.

So don't think that the Divine Sword Peak disciples, being in such a bitterly cold place like Jinhai Yingdi, have fallen behind in cultivation speed compared to being in the sect; they haven't lagged at all.

Watching the disciples compete, Hong Zun and his three companions, who don't need to vie for positions, are leisurely waiting for the meal.

However, Zhang Tianzhen's expression at this moment is somewhat conflicted as he looks toward the three of Hong Zun and says.

We just fed the Old Dragon King like this; I wonder if the Sect Master will know.....................

As the master of the water tribe, the corpse of the Old Dragon King should rightfully be brought back to the sect, but Hong Zun and his three companions simply took it and ate it, leaving Zhang Tianzhen feeling uncertain.

When Qi Xiong finds out, will he go crazy? That's the Old Dragon King's corpse, and you actually ate it.

Hearing this, Hong Zun gave him a helpless glance.

I've said this three times already; it's fine, worst case you can push the blame onto us later.

Yeah, Old Zhang, you're worrying too much; it's just a flood dragon after all, haven't you been eating flood dragons these past few days?

This is different.....................

How can an ordinary flood dragon and the Dragon King be the same? The way you talk makes it sound like eating a Dragon King is no different from eating a bloody red-patterned pig.