Chapter 251: This Is a Corner World From the Shattered Origin Realm

"Tell the lords? They can barely protect themselves, where would they find the time to care about you lot." One of the pursuers bared a sinister grin of bone-white teeth, laughing with a blood-chilling air.

"Impossible! Our race's sages…"

The old man who had spoken first denied it without hesitation, his gaze resolute, yet suddenly his pupils contracted, as if he had thought of something, and his voice cut off short.

Clearly, he had thought of something that might happen, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.

"Damn the myriad races!!"

Hatred bordering on madness.

The burning of blood.

Seeing the old man's reaction, the others present also came to their senses one after another, their faces wild, some with hatred, some with fury.

"It seems you've already figured it out." The pursuer sneered, his offensive not holding back in the slightest: "Right now your race's lands are probably under siege by the five great races. Stop struggling, go down to hell and reunite with the humans of your race's lands."

One could see, among the crowd, someone gritting their teeth, their body trembling.

They were not trembling because they themselves were being hunted, but out of fury, out of despair that their race's lands had come under siege by the myriad races.

Someone roared, eyes bloodshot, tightly gripping the blade in his hand as it sang, his whole body igniting into flames like a golden blazing sun, as if a deity lay hidden within him, and at this moment, the deity awakened.

"You lot leave this place, I'll kill these bastards who insult the sages."

At this moment, this man was like a deity stepping out of flames, striding forward with a terrifying gait that seemed to burn this land to ash. He did not choose to flee, but turned and charged at the pursuers, to cover his companions' retreat, to make the pursuers pay a price, to let them know that the sages must not be insulted.

Sages, refers not to one person, but a group of people, who spent their entire lives for the human race, devoting their whole existence to trading for a single patch of land that could shield the sky and provide shade for the human race, so that they would no longer be bullied.

Yet in the eyes of other living races, the human race was nothing more than food in their mouths, ants in their eyes.

The ancestors were unwilling, had risen in resistance, but they were too weak, they had no law belonging to their own race, no path belonging to their own race. Even if they dared to resist, dared to fight in fury, what they got in return was nothing but a tragic death.

The deaths of one righteous hero after another did not bring forth cowardice.

The fire in their hearts was burning, burning into a great blaze.

In exchange for great spirit, great perseverance, great awakening, they held the ancestors' remains and wailed in blood.

To change all of this, to end the era of humans being blood-food.

For the rest of their lives, generation after generation of will was passed down, the torch of fire handed on, countless struggles at the edge of life and death, from the most basic sitting, walking, and so on, studying the myriad races, until death they continued in this way.

The years were cruel, generation after generation, no one knew how many thousands or tens of thousands of years passed, as one, two, three… countless martyrs threw away their lives to blaze a path, so that the human race, who had nothing, could also have a future.

So-called creation of law, enlightenment of the great Dao, was to carry out all kinds of attempts in failure, countless martyrs sacrificed, and finally…

Under a setting sun.

The human race produced its very first god belonging to itself, and finally could hold their heads high, walk out from the earth, rather than hide in caves.

That day was ten thousand years ago.

Under the struggles and efforts of generations of martyrs, they created the scriptures and cultivation methods of the human race, walking their own path. Generation after generation of effort, generation after generation of study, unwilling to give up and rising, casting away their heads and spilling hot blood, the human race gave birth to its own sages, seizing a patch of heaven and earth for posterity.

Humans finally ceased to be food in the mouths of the myriad races.

Sages, a title for those who have made tremendous contributions to the human race and reached the divine level, comparable to the gods and demons of the myriad races. They are respected by people; without their sacrifice, there would be no human race of today, therefore…

The sages must not be insulted!

It was not only that man who chose to charge at the pursuers, the rest also did not flee. They gave up escape, resolutely choosing to defend the human race's sages. Even if they had to fill the gap with their lives, they would make the pursuers go mad at this moment, fear at this instant, and remember that the human race's sages must not be insulted.

The pursuers narrowed their eyes, looking at this group of humans who did not fear death, and a thick killing intent along with jealous resentment welled up within them.

The next moment.

He waved his great hand, as if summoning towering great waves, and the pursuers behind him surged forward like demons and monsters, charging out one after another to kill this group.

"Hm? Still some leftovers?"

He gave a soft sound of surprise, discovering two human figures walking over not far to his front-left, not part of the batch being pursued, their clothing was different.

Reinforcements from humans elsewhere?

"Two more humans seeking death? Kill them together and bring them back to report." The pursuer leader gave the order, and himself also struck, killing toward the arriving Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei.

The appearance of Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei was noticed by the pursuers, and the pursued humans saw them as well.

"Which city are you humans from? Don't bother with us, hurry to the human race's lands, the myriad races are gathering to surround and kill the human race, go…"

They were anxious, unwilling to see more humans sacrifice here.

A bang sounded.

The sound was not loud, but everyone heard it.

The people present, the pursuers, all froze, their words and footsteps halted, faces full of disbelief as they watched the blood mist before them explode like fireworks.

That was the pursuer leader. He had charged toward the two humans who had suddenly appeared, and upon reaching ten meters in front, as if he had touched something, his entire body abruptly exploded, turning into blood mist, dead beyond dead.

What's going on?!

The pursuers' faces changed wildly, and even the humans were stunned. The leader was very powerful, not some nobody, he would be a minor leader figure anywhere in this world, yet he died too fast, leaving no time for anyone to react.

They didn't even know how he died, he had inexplicably exploded.

In an instant.

Without exception, everyone present looked toward Ashiya Dou and Ashiya Wei, the two humans who had arrived. The leader's death was absolutely their doing, because no one else present could kill the pursuer leader in such a bizarre manner.

"Dou, if I remember correctly, this world is a world transformed from a fragment of the Origin Realm, right?"

Ashiya Wei, with an imposing and extraordinary air, sword brows and starry eyes, his gaze cold and stern, said slowly in a deep voice.

"Mm, this is a corner world from the shattered Origin Realm, the people here flow with the Origin Realm's blood." Ashiya Dou spoke, and from beginning to end neither of them had shown any change because of having killed the pursuer.

The next moment.

Under the horrified gazes of those present, Ashiya Wei flicked a finger and lightly tossed out a talisman inscribed with mysterious patterns.

Boom!!!

The talisman paper exploded, screams rang out, this place transformed into an endless Lei Chi region, split through by Lei Ting, adjacent to the barren wasteland outside, everything was visible, ten thousands of lightning surged, turning into a sea of thunder, thunderstorms linked into blazing purple light.

This was a scene of human tragedy, ten thousands of thunderbolts collapsed the area, even the void of this place crumbled, all kinds of horrific sights could be seen, pursuers turned into charred corpses one after another, countless ancient forests blasted into fine powder.

There was no escape. Even though the pursuers burned their lifespans, essence blood, and everything else, they could not break out. The thunder clouds always hung overhead, heavenly thunder struck the crown, falling unceasingly, nowhere to flee.

Especially those living beings who had previously killed the most fiercely among the pursued were blasted into tribulation ash, their souls annihilated, utterly erased from the world.

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