Eternal Sacred King

of the Rakshasa race came to a sudden stop as well.

The Rakshasa leader’s face turned ashen immediately.

A figure walked out slowly from within the crowd.

The cultivator wore black robes and had black hair, but his face was frighteningly pale.
He was injured and seemed extremely weak while his gaze was somewhat hollow and stoned.

However, the person gave off an extremely sharp aura!

He possessed an unparalleled boldness as he walked out from the crowd!

Number 7 on the Phenomenon Ranking, Dugu Jian!

Blood qi was torrential and corpses were strewn everywhere in Myriad Phenomenon City.
Nobody could imagine the pressure he had to endure to step out despite the circumstances.

Many cultivators had conflicted expressions when they looked at that lonely figure.

Some were in revere, some were in pity and some were numb.

Within the crowd, Hang Qiuyu slumped his head as he looked at Dugu Jian step forward.

He lost to Dugu Jian in the fight for the Phenomenon Ranking.

However, he had never acknowledged defeat even once in his heart!

The two of them had a long way to go in the future.

It was only at that moment that Hang Qiuyu realized he had lost completely.

Sword cultivators specialized in cultivating their ferocities.

They cultivated their determination and pushed forward no matter what!

However, his sharpness had disappeared completely in the face of the Rakshasa race’s massacre.

Yet, Dugu Jian’s sharpness remained and was only being honed deeper.

He pointed his sword towards the Rakshasas!

“Very good, you are very good!”

The Rakshasa leader twisted his neck with crackling sounds and laughed menacingly with a violent gaze.
“Who else is indignant? Step forth!”

“Count me in!”

Another voice sounded in the crowd.
While it was a little tender, it was incomparably resolute.

It was Su Xiaoning!

This timid girl had changed significantly after experiencing the passing of her kin.
At that moment, she mustered great courage and stood forth!

“Although the Rakshasa race is one of the Primordial Nine Races and you have a noble bloodline and great innate strength, so what? During the ancient era, the Primordial Nine Races lost and the Rakshasa race did as well! All you could do was live life ignobly!”

“Although we humans are innately weak by birth, we won’t allow ourselves to be trampled upon by you foreign races and be slaughtered by you indiscriminately!”

Her words were powerful and her tone was robust.
Many cultivators were worked up and their fighting spirits were even ignited!

“Hahahaha!”

The Rakshasa leader mocked and looked at Xiaoning and Dugu Jian before bursting into laughter.
“Two mere ants and you think that’s enough to form a rebellion!”

“Count me in!”

Lin Xuanji stood out with grit teeth.
“Rakshasa race, this is a sacred place for the human race.
Every single tile here was crafted effortlessly by Fairy Ling Long! Even if I have to give up my life, I’ll guard this place and never back down!”

“Me too!” Demoness Ji stood forward.

“Me as well!”

Little Fatty shrugged his rotund body and squeezed his way out.

“Count me in!”

“Count me in!”

Shi Jian, Ji Chengtian, Leng Rou and the others stood forward!

Voices sounded within the crowd one after another.

Perfected Lord Luo Xue’s eyes reddened.

Monk Yin Lu’s eyes turned damp as well.

Perfected Lord Yu Jun was emotional and his body trembled.

Those were true paragons.

Those were the hopes for the future of the human race!

During the ancient era, it was precisely because paragons stood out one after another to fight against the ten thousand races.
Every single generation preceded the previous and they fought against the Primordial Nine Races, creating the current status quo.

The human race was unyielding and would fight!

Even if they might not be able to win, they would not yield!

That was the spirit of the human race; their soul!

“Caw, caw!”

Monkey’s Inner Core circulated and his body expanded.
Demonic qi shrouded around him as he thumped his chest furiously with a raring battle intent.
He burst into laughter with a scarlet glint in his eyes.
“Rakshasa race? What nonsense! I’ve had it with your ugly faces for a long time!”

“Roar!”

The spirit tiger and Golden Lion let out roars one after another as well and walked forth from the crowd.

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