Chapter 942: I can't hold it together any longer

Can you actually do it?

The gazes of a multitude of Undying Great Emperors locked onto the Curse Grain Master; after watching it fumble here for a while, there was no movement from the Human Race side.

Under immense pressure, the Curse Grain Master gritted its teeth and said.

I can do it; please, Great Emperor, give me another chance.

Fine, but if you curse the Undying Human Race again this time, I'll kill you.

I'm really angry; after putting in so much effort, you actually let me down—today either the Human Race dies, or you do.

Already resentful from consecutive defeats, and now encountering this, the Curse Grain Master unfortunately became a punching bag for the multitude of Undying Great Emperors.

This time, the Curse Grain Master personally took action, daring not to have the slightest oversight, appearing utterly meticulous.

Moreover, to be safe, it had the strong ones of Curse Valley cooperate with it.

With such a lineup, it refused to believe it still couldn't succeed—even if it were a Human Race Great Saint, it would curse you to death.

The speed noticeably slowed; the Curse Grain Master feared any mishap, so each step was done extremely meticulously.

After the whole process ended, the multitude of Undying Great Emperors directly contacted the person in charge of monitoring the front lines, asking coldly.

How is it?

Still no movement, huh.

Huh???

In an instant, several gazes filled with killing intent fell upon it; now the Curse Grain Master panicked completely, shaking its head repeatedly while trying to explain.

Impossible, impossible—how could it possibly not work?

It personally took action, and every step was extremely careful, with absolutely no mistakes—so why was there no effect? Why did the Human Race side show no movement?

Under the gaze of the multitude of Undying Great Emperors, the Curse Grain Master shook its head wildly, suddenly thinking of something, and raised its head to ask.

May I ask, is this hair really from those Human Race cultivators?

Otherwise everything's fine, so the only possibility is a problem with the medium.

But regarding this, the multitude of Undying Great Emperors flew into a rage.

Impudent, are you doubting this seat?

You botched the job and still want to make excuses—looks like you really want to die.

No... no, this is the only explanation I can think of—it must be a problem with the medium.

Impossible—the hair was personally plucked by us; there's no way it could be problematic.

"That..............."

Looks like you're truly useless; since that's the case, what's the point of keeping you?

I... I'm willing to stake my life to prove my innocence—definitely the medium is at fault.

The Curse Grain Master was also driven to desperation, refusing to believe it was its own fault—surely the medium is problematic.

But now, the multitude of Undying Great Emperors doesn't believe it at all, so it can only try to prove itself.

That evening, the well-fed crowd returned safely to Tianhong Guan.

The Undying Race is really strange—they just had a brief encounter and then fled in defeat.

Precisely because there was hardly any contact, thus in this battle no one ended up injured.

However, at dusk, the Curse Grain Master suddenly charged alone to the outskirts of Tianhong Guan.

Huh???

Seeing a lone Undying Race individual dare to come to Tianhong Guan, the Human Race cultivator in charge of guarding was stunned for a moment.

What does this mean? I'm increasingly unable to fathom the Undying Race's actions today.

They retreated inexplicably during battle, and now they're running alone to their deaths?

Know that the present Tianhong Guan is completely different from usual; even if you're a Great Saint cultivator, or even if an Undying Great Emperor comes alone, it's absolutely a dead end.

But who would have thought there really are those who defy superstition?

As soon as it appeared, the Curse Grain Master attacked; seeing this, the Human Race side showed no panic at all—this is practically just delivering itself to death.

However, the Curse Grain Master's target is clear: it's staring at the hair.

Another one staring at the hair?

A Great Saint Elder from the Jade Pool Holy Land, in charge of tonight's guard, was bewildered—what's going on with the Undying Race? Suddenly they're so interested in hair?

They had no intention of attacking vital spots; they just stared at the hair.

Upon first contact, the Curse Grain Master sensed something was off.

Then, seizing an opportunity in the battle, the Curse Grain Master yanked off the wig of that Jade Pool Holy Land Great Saint Elder.

Then a shiny bald head appeared before everyone.

Looking at the wig in its hand, the Curse Grain Master shouted excitedly into the empty void.

Look, it's fake—these Human Race folks all wear wigs, not my Curse Valley's fault.

The Curse Grain Master truly felt wronged, only wanting to prove its innocence, yet it didn't realize that at the moment the wig was pulled off, that Jade Pool Holy Land Elder flew into a rage.

Killing intent exploded in her eyes—surrounded by so many people, and she's a woman, you pulled my wig, right? I'll kill you.

Immediately, that Elder attacked furiously, showing no mercy, and in an instant a sword pierced the Curse Grain Master's body.

Originally, Curse Valley's combat strength wasn't strong; its strength lay in curses.

At this moment, that Elder, attacking furiously, dealt a heavy blow to the Curse Grain Master with a single strike.

Afterward, the Curse Grain Master still wanted to flee, but how could it?

You pulled my wig and still want to leave?

Instantly, that Jade Pool Holy Land Elder tortured and killed the Curse Grain Master beneath Tianhong Guan.

Before death, the Curse Grain Master shouted in unwillingness.

「It's not my fault, it's not my fault.............. 」

However, at this moment, the countless Undying Great Emperors hidden in the void obviously no longer had the leisure to pay attention to it.

Their eyes fixed dead‑set on that shiny, gleaming big bald head, the expressions of the countless Undying Great Emperors became extraordinarily complex.

They had exhausted all their schemes, thinking they had left no strategy unconsidered, yet after countless calculations they never imagined that these damn people would actually be wearing wigs.

Moreover, after cursing and killing so many rounds, the Human Race side showed no reaction, which already shows that these wig‑wearing Humans are not just one or two damn individuals.

「Why? Why is this like this? Who can tell this seat why it's like this? 」

「Where the hell does anyone wear a wig while fighting? 」

「Damn Human Race, this seat............. 」

They broke down—at this moment the mindset of the countless Undying Great Emperors completely collapsed.

Originally they had suffered defeat after defeat, and with great difficulty they had devised a winning strategy, but damn it, who would have thought the final outcome would be like this?

Why do all the Human Race wear wigs?

In this battle, they have become utterly bewildered, to the point that some Undying Great Emperors stood there muttering in a daze.

「You say, was our initial choice of the Human Race wrong? 」

「This............ 」

「Do we still have a chance to win? 」

「This............ 」

I've lost all confidence; we chose the Human Race earlier because we thought it was the weakest, but now it's clear the facts are completely otherwise—how can you call this weak? It's gotten so bizarre that it's practically driving the countless Undying Great Emperors to the brink of reclusiveness.