Chapter 764
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Viscous fresh blood flowed from the gaps between the green stones in a blinding manner.
More than a hundred Rakshasas paced around the remaining cultivators and their gigantic feet left blood-colored footprints on the green stones in a frightening manner!
The Rakshasa race's massive bodies and pitch-black flesh wings exuded a strong sense of oppression!
Many cultivators in the crowd shivered and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the menacing faces of the Rakshasa race and their glowing green eyes.
The atmosphere turned extremely stifling!
Many cultivators even breathed carefully, afraid that they would attract the attention of the Rakshasa race if they caused any commotion.
"Hahahaha!"
The Rakshasa leader was delighted when he saw that and reared his head in laughter. "So these are the so-called paragons of the human race? They're truly weak!"
Nobody retorted.
Lin Xuanji and the others had cold expressions and their hearts burned with rage that they were still suppressing.
The Protoss leader stood in midair and swept his gaze across the cultivators gathered below with an indifferent expression. "Most of the cultivators here can't be considered as paragons."
Pausing for a moment, the Protoss leader changed the topic and smirked, saying leisurely, "I heard that there are 108 people on the Phenomenon Ranking of the human race. Only those who can leave their names on the Phenomenon Ranking can be considered paragons of the human race."
"Oh?"
The Rakshasa leader smirked and his gaze shifted as he declared, "Paragons of the Phenomenon Ranking, step forward and let me take a look!"
The Rakshasa leader emphasized the word 'paragons' with a murderous aura!
Everyone could hear the killing intent in the Rakshasa leader's words.
Initially, being able to be ranked on the Phenomenon Ranking was a great honor for cultivators and they would even be rewarded handsomely.
But now, the Phenomenon Ranking had become a death sentence for those cultivators!
Nobody stepped forward.
Anyone who stepped forward would be courting death.
"Fufu."
The Rakshasa leader laughed sinisterly. "If no one steps forward, I'm going to kill!"
A commotion broke out in the crowd.
"Spare me, senior, please spare my life! I'm willing to follow you and become your slave and spirit beast!"
Finally, a cultivator could not take it any longer and knelt before the Rakshasa leader with a thud with a horrified expression.
It was Duan Qingping of Clear Wind Temple who was ranked 20th on the Phenomenon Ranking.
He could definitely be considered a genius of the human race!
However, Duan Qingping was kneeling in front of the Rakshasa leader and begging for mercy without any dignity.
They were even willing to become the other party's spirit beast and servant!
No one laughed at him.
Even the Perfected Cultivator of Cool Breeze Temple had died at the hands of the Protoss Commander, let alone him.
Even an ant craved for life, let alone him.
Most people cultivated for the sake of longevity.
Not to mention a Perfected Jin Dan, even if it was a Perfected Cultivator, Almighty, or Patriarch, who could truly see through life and death?
"You want to be my slave, spirit beast?"
The Rakshasa leader glared at Duan Qingping and said slowly, "You humans are not worthy!"
The Rakshasa leader snickered menacingly and chopped off Duan Qingping's head with a backhand slash. Holding it in his hand, he smashed it into pieces and gulped down the brain juice.
The Rakshasa leader gripped Duan Qingping's head and burst into laughter. "Kekekeke, paragon? Phenomenon Ranking? You're only fit to be our food!"
The hundred odd Rakshasa race beings roared in laughter and their expressions turned even more menacing, resembling malevolent ghosts that had crawled out of Hell.
"You foreign races deserve to die!"
At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
It was extremely sudden at that moment!
The crowd was in an uproar!
Many cultivators turned towards the source of the voice.
Everyone wanted to see who would dare to jump out and say 'you foreign races deserve to die' in a situation where they could not even protect themselves!
The laughter of the Rakshasa race beings stopped abruptly as well.
Instantly, the Rakshasa leader's expression darkened.
A figure walked out slowly from the crowd.
The cultivator was dressed in black robes and had black hair. However, his face was frighteningly pale and he was injured. He looked extremely weak and his gaze was empty and dazed as well.
However, this person exuded a sharp aura!
He walked out from the crowd with an indomitable aura!
Seventh on the Phenomenon Ranking, Dugu Jian!
Nobody could imagine the pressure this figure had to endure in a situation as such where Myriad Phenomenon City was filled with blood and corpses was filled with corpses.
Many cultivators had conflicted gazes as they looked at that lonely back view.
There was admiration, pity and numbness.
In the crowd, Hang Qiuyu looked at Dugu Jian's figure and lowered his head silently.
He had lost to Dugu Jian in the fight for the Phenomenon Ranking.
However, he had never admitted defeat in his heart!
Both of them still had a long way to go.
It was only at this moment that Hang Qiuyu realized that he had lost completely.
Sword cultivators cultivated their sharpness.
They would rather break than bend and press forward with indomitable will!
Against the massacre of the Rakshasa race beings, his sharpness had already vanished.
However, Dugu Jian's sharpness was still present and was turning sharper.
Pointing his sword at the Rakshasa race!
"Good, you're very good!"
The Rakshasa leader twisted his neck and let out cracking sounds. With a fierce gaze, he laughed menacingly. "Who else is indignant? Step forward and let me take a look!"
"Me too!"
Another voice sounded from the crowd. It was weak but incomparably resolute.
Su Xiaoning!
This timid woman had changed a lot after experiencing the death of her kin. At that moment, she mustered her courage and stood out!
"Although the Rakshasa race is one of the Primordial Nine Races and your bloodline is noble and strong from birth, so what? In the ancient era, the Primordial Nine Races were defeated and the Rakshasa race was defeated as well. You can only stay in a corner! "
"Although the human race is weak from birth, we won't be bullied and slaughtered by foreign races!"
His words were sonorous and powerful. Many cultivators felt their blood boil and even their fighting spirit was reignited!
"Hahahaha!"
The Rakshasa leader looked at Xiaoning and Dugu Jian mockingly and burst into laughter. "How dare two ants like you think that you can resist?!"
"Me too!"
Lin Xianji walked out and grit his teeth. "Rakshasa race, this is the sacred ground of the human race. Every single brick and tile here is the blood and sweat of Fairy Ling Long! Even if I have to risk my life, I'll guard this place and never retreat! "
"Me too!" Demoness Ji stood out.
"Count me in,"
Little Fatty shook his massive body and squeezed his way out.
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
Shi Jian, Ji Chengtian, Leng Rou and the others stood out one after another!
Their voices sounded from the crowd one after another.
Perfected Lord Luo Xue's eyes were bloodshot.
Monk Yin Lu's eyes turned moist as well.
Perfected Lord Yu Jun was emotional and shuddered.
This was a true paragon.
This was the future hope of the human race!
In the ancient era, it was precisely because paragons stood out one after another and generations of experts fought against the Primordial Nine Races and the Primordial Nine Races that led to the current situation.
The human race was unyielding and could only fight!
Even if they could not defeat them, they could not submit!
That was the spirit and soul of the human race!
"Caw, caw!"
Monkey's Inner Core circulated and his body expanded. Demonic qi coiled around him as he thumped his chest with both hands, letting out thumping sounds. His bloodshot eyes shone with a rumbling battle intent as he roared in laughter. "What dogsh * t Rakshasa race? I've had enough of your faces!"
"Roar!"
Linghu and the Golden Lion roared one after another and stood out from the crowd.
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