Feathered beast!
Who in this world would dare to call the Golden Crow race feathered beasts?
Were they truly not afraid of death?
The voice was hoarse and deep. However, there was an indescribable charm to it, as though it did not care about any living being or race!
Who!
Who would have the guts to do so?!
Who would have the guts to do so?!
All the cultivators turned towards the source of the voice.
Not far away, a cultivator walked over slowly. He had a head of white hair and a cold expression. His eyes were pitch-black and he held a saber shrouded in fiend qi in his right hand.
"Shura!"
"It's Shura Yan Beichen!"
The crowd exclaimed.
Under normal circumstances, the titular disciple of Shura Sect was the Shura. However, Yan Beichen had already left Shura Sect a long time ago.
However, in this generation, in the hearts of all cultivators in Tianhuang Mainland, regardless of who the titular disciple of Shura Sect was, there was only one Shura.
He was the only one who was worthy of the title of Shura!
The moment many cultivators saw who it was, their eyes flashed with relief.
In this world, Shura was probably the only one who had the guts to do so.
Shura was the only one who had the guts to do so!
Shura was also the only one who dared to say the words' feathered beast 'in front of the Golden Crow race!
"Shura? “
Eighth Prince's expression darkened as he said coldly, "I don't care who you are. In my eyes, you're already a dead man!"
"Cough, cough!"
Right then, Young Master Gui Wu coughed gently and stood up slowly, saying slowly, "Shura, I know you."
"Initially, you were only the titular disciple of Shura Sect. However, something happened and you lost your loved one. By chance, you comprehended the profoundness of the Hatred Sutra and your combat strength increased tremendously. You transformed completely and became a true Shura."
"All these years, you've been despised by the immortals, Buddhas and fiends. Even Shura Sect can't tolerate you. I'm curious, why are you here?"
"I'm here because I want to kill."
Yan Beichen replied indifferently.
Young Master Gui Wu smiled and said, "The World of Cultivation can't tolerate it. These super sects are all your enemies. To be precise, you should be on our side. "
Teng Luo, Goddess Xiao Xiang, and the others all turned to look at him.
Everyone could tell that Young Master Gui Wu was trying to rope Yan Beichen in. They couldn't help but take a few more glances at Yan Beichen.
Ever since the arrival of the Primordial Six Races, Young Master Gui Wu had been watching from the sidelines without saying anything. Now that he stood out and wanted to rope in a human, it was clear that this person was extraordinary!
"I'm a person who cherishes talent the most."
Young Master Gui Wu said, "If you are willing to join the Sorcerer Tribe, I can guarantee that I will treat you as a member of the tribe and give you enough respect!"
The Primordial Six Races were all extremely arrogant and viewed all living beings as ants.
Not to mention the young masters of the various primordial races.
But now, Young Master Gui Wu came out personally to invite Yan Beichen and even made a promise – it was clear how sincere he was.
The most important reason why Young Master Gui Wu wanted to rope in Yan Beichen was because of Yan Beichen's potential.
Fiend Emperor Hatred was an existence second only to the Human Emperor.
As for Yan Beichen, he was almost the second Fiend Emperor Hatred and might even be stronger!
"I can join the Sorcerer Tribe,"
Yan Beichen paused for a moment and said, "Go and kill those feathered beasts first!"
The green glint in Young Master Gui Wu's eyes flickered.
Many cultivators were speechless when they heard that.
In the world, Shura was probably the only one who would dare to say something as such!
"Gui Wu,"
Eighth Prince said coldly, "I allowed you to talk to him for so long because I gave you face. You can't protect him if he dares to insult the Golden Crow Race like that! “
"I only wanted to give him a chance because I cherished talents,"
Young Master Gui Wu smiled and said faintly, "Since he doesn't know how to cherish it, do whatever you want. If I can't use such a peerless saber, I might as well destroy it! "
Eighth Prince turned around and sized up Shura from head to toe. He grinned and said sinisterly, "Shura, I'm thinking about how I should torture you after suppressing you. Should I …"
"You talk too much!"
Suddenly, Yan Beichen interrupted Eighth Prince and slashed towards the Eighth Prince with a backhand slash.
A black beam tore through the air and burst forth with a suffocating aura of death. Streams of hatred fiend qi circled and enveloped Eighth Prince instantly!
Nobody could describe how terrifying that slash was.
It was as though the sky had turned dark instantly!
Eighth Prince's pupils constricted violently and his expression changed starkly – there was a hint of fear in the depths of his eyes!
It had been a long time since he felt the aura of death so close to him.
Before that slash descended, he already had the illusion that he was half a step into the gates of hell!
Under the gazes of the living beings of the myriad races, Eighth Prince suddenly screamed and vanished from the spot. In his place was a gigantic three-legged Golden Crow!
Screech!
The three-legged Golden Crow was burning with incomparably blazing flames. It extended its strongest third claw and grabbed towards the Hatred Fiend Saber.
That third leg was the most powerful attack of the Golden Crow race.
Back then, it was the third leg of the Golden Crow Third Prince that forced Su Zimo to use the Divine Phoenix Claw.
Clang!
The Hatred Fiend Saber stood on the third leg and the sound of metal clashing could be heard!
Immediately after, a blood mist spewed out in midair!
A gigantic and menacing Golden Crow leg was thrown high into the air. At the same time, Eighth Prince's tragic cry was heard. It was mournful and terrifying!
The living beings of the myriad races were shocked as they watched this scene in disbelief.
Eighth Prince's Golden Crow leg was severed by the Hatred Fiend Saber!
The third leg of the Golden Crow race was similar to the Heavenly Eye of the Heavenly Eye race. Once it was crippled, it was extremely difficult to recover.
Shura's slash had severed at least half of Eighth Prince's cultivation!
"Shura!"
Many cultivators were excited.
Just now, when the Eighth Prince suppressed Ming Zhen, he did not even transform into his true form.
But now that Shura had arrived, even if Eighth Prince reverted to his true form, he was severely injured by Shura's slash!
"Shura, you're finished!"
Eighth Prince paused and said coldly, "You severed my leg. I'm going to skin you alive and grind your bones into ashes before imprisoning your spirit and torturing you for a thousand years!"
Yan Beichen's expression was unchanged as though he did not hear anything. After slashing, he did not pause at all and descended once more like a shadow!
When he saw that, Eighth Prince was scared out of his wits and guts!
"Not good!"
The Eighth Crown Prince was astonished. "This person wants to kill me!"
He could not be blamed for being careless. However, he truly had not expected Shura to be so bold as to not let him off after severing one of his legs and wanted to kill him!
Even the other primordial races did not expect this, let alone him.
Eighth Prince had the entire Golden Crow race and the Primordial Six races backing him!
Severely injuring Eighth Prince was already a huge disaster. Yet, this person wanted to kill him!
"Shura, how dare you?!"
Seventh Prince was enraged and reverted to his true form right away. Flapping his wings, he descended from the skies and lunged towards Yan Beichen.
Among the four princes, Seventh Prince was the strongest in combat!
Ninth and Tenth Princes followed closely behind as well!
Shura's actions incurred the wrath of the Golden Crow race and the three princes attacked at the same time!
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