Chapter 423

Being able to deal with Su Yu made him incredibly happy.

"Find a nearby, suitable lord and dispatch a hero skilled in stealth and assassination."

"Hmm... around level 50, do not cause too much commotion. Lately, many powers are closely watching the high-level forces of the Cultivation Civilization."

"You must shatter Su Yu's Lord Crystal in one strike; do not give him a chance to react."

"He is a new lord and has not yet relocated his territory. If he reacts and moves his territory, it will be troublesome."

"Attack the Lord Crystal first, then kill Su Yu."

"Be sure not to leave any evidence; do not use the power of the Cultivation Civilization."

The white-haired elder instructed,

feeling both excited and delighted within.

Finally, finally he could remove Su Yu, this thorn in his eye.

He had never had any good feelings for Su Yu from the very beginning.

It was just a Shi Shi-class early-game bow.

Refusing the Immortal Ancestor?

A barbarian from the Seventh Universe.

The Human Race does not need barbarians to lead it forward.

Even if you qualify for the Ten Thousand Races Ranking War, what then?

Once dead, you are nothing.

"Yes!"

The black-clad man accepted the order and prepared to leave.

The white-haired elder smiled with relief.

Anyone daring to oppose the Cultivation Civilization

has only one fate—death.

In the Wan Jie Battlefield, a Human Race lord from the 11,411th generation, Yan Fu,

received an order from his superior.

"Assassinate the new lord, Su Yu?"

Yan Fu frowned tightly.

Su Yu... isn't he one of the candidates representing the Human Race in the Ten Thousand Races Ranking War?

The Human Race has a total of 32 new lords selected to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Ranking War.

They are also called the Thirty-Two Stars of the Human Race.

Why

assassinate Su Yu?

Yan Fu felt extremely displeased within.

After a long while,

recalling how Su Yu shot and killed Xia Tianxuan,

he could only sigh softly in the end.

He had been secretly raised and cultivated by the Cultivation Civilization since childhood.

Even if the Cultivation Civilization ordered him to commit suicide,

he would not have frowned once.

Yet, the matter of assassinating Su Yu still made him frown for a long time.

"Sigh... the revival of the Human Race is hopeless."

Thinking of life in the Wan Jie Battlefield and in Wan Jie Cheng,

enduring the cold stares of those foreign races,

the Human Race can only huddle together for warmth.

Yan Fu suddenly felt sorrow.

Once the number one among the Ten Thousand Races,

they are now nearly being pushed out of the Ten Thousand Races sequence.

For those who once held high positions, falling from the divine throne,

onlookers will never spare their mockery and ridicule.

In this Wan Jie, every race wants to step on the Human Race and mock them.

Therefore, the Human Race does not fare well in external diplomacy.

Only

with the Elf Race, who share the same plight, are relations relatively good.

This led to

many, ten thousand years ago,

numerous humans choosing to renounce their human status and leave the Human Race,

joining other Ten Thousand Races factions.

Living in the universes of other Ten Thousand Races.

"Immortal Ancestor my lord, what do you truly desire: the rise of the Cultivation Civilization, or the rise of the Human Race..."

Yan Fu murmured to himself.

He knew the root of the cultivation civilization was broken.

Yet he could not speak aloud.

Otherwise,

he would only leave in disgrace, just like Su Yu.

However,

Yan Fu had not expected

that the white-haired elder wanted neither the rise of the cultivation civilization nor the rise of the human race,

but his own rise.

As long as he could control more power and more strength,

what did the human race and the cultivation civilization

have to do with him?

Moreover,

this cultivation civilization was originally stolen by him.

A traitor from the Nine Heavens

had no ambition to lead the human race forward.

If

the human race possessed only the cultivation civilization,

and he was the supreme of the cultivation civilization,

then he would be glad to push the human race forward.

As for other words, let them be.

"Die Ren."

Yan Fu softly called the third hero of his territory.

A beam of teleportation light flared.

A woman in purple robes with a face veil

appeared before him and knelt on one knee.

"I pay my respects, my lord."

"You... go to these coordinates, shatter the lord crystal there, and assassinate that lord."

Yan Fu rubbed his temples and issued the order.

"This..."

Die Ren looked at the information received in the hero terminal with confusion,