"Ancestors, quickly reveal yourselves and kill these traitors from the Yu Clan! Ah … "
"Esteemed Sage, please save the people of the Human Race! Ah … "
In the plaza, earth-shattering cries shook the Nine Heavens.
Batch after batch of humans were slaughtered, their corpses littering the ground.
"Ancestor, what should we do?"
Among these people were the Ji Clan, the Sun Clan, the Jiang Clan, the Feng Clan, the Ren Clan, the Yao Clan, and the First Clan. There were also people from various small factions like the Liu Clan.
At this moment of life and death, some of the juniors had no idea what to do in their despair. They could only place their hopes on the ancestors of their clans, hoping that they would be able to turn the tide and bring everyone a sliver of hope for survival.
But no matter how many people prayed, they could not avoid the merciless butcher's knife that slit across their necks and cleaved open their chests, becoming food for the Blood Eight Trigrams.
In the crowd, when the leaders of the seven great clans saw this scene, their eyes bulged. They looked at the Yu Clan's Old Emperor's giant figure and the two Eight Trigrams diagrams, one above and one below. Their eyes were full of hatred.
"What a cruel and evil array! Just how much strength did the Yu Clan hide in order to refine the Sacred Hall? Just how much did they prepare?!"
In the crowd, the old lady of the Jiang Clan said fearlessly.
If the Yu Clan did not have a long-term plan, it would have been impossible for them to suddenly rise in revolt and wipe out the Seven Great Clans at the moment of the Old Emperor's death!
"Yu Duancheng, for you to harm your own clansmen, do you want to become enemies with the entire Human Race?"
Feng Wanran of the Feng Clan angrily asked, but his cultivation was sealed. No matter how furious he was, he could not escape the fate of impending death.
"Kekekeke … become enemies with the entire Human Race? Your lives are no longer in your own hands, so what right do you have to say such things?
If you want to submit to my Yu Clan, it's still not too late. Otherwise, once this old man successfully refines the Sacred Hall and becomes the master of the Human Race, even if it's not your turn to die, you won't have such a good opportunity! "
Yu Duancheng's giant phantom let out a chilling laugh.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, several thousand people had already lost their lives in the plaza in front of the Sacred Hall.
The Blood Eight Trigrams exuded a ruthless aura as they constantly nibbled away at the might of the mighty phantom of the Human Race's Ancestor.
The old emperor of the Yu family and the main body of the Sacred Hall were still fusing step by step.
"Ji Clan, Sun Clan, Jiang Clan, Feng Clan, Ren Clan, Yao Clan, Di Clan, Liu Clan …"
Yu Duancheng's gaze quickly swept across the plaza as he asked coldly, "Are there any of you willing to submit?!"
"The people of the Ren Family only have pride that cannot be broken. There are no cowards who drag out an ignoble existence!"
"The people of the Sun family will only die standing, and will never live kneeling!"
"I, the Feng Clan, would rather die than become the Yu Clan's dog!"
"I swear I won't be a dog of the Yu Family even if I die!"
"I swear I won't be a dog of the Yu Family even if I die!"
…
The ancestors of the seven great clans expressed their firm stance one after another — even if they had to die, they would never submit to the Yu Clan!
Ji Qianxing of the Ji Family, Sun Qin of the Sun Family, Jiang Yating of the Jiang Family, Feng Wuche of the Feng Family, Ren Yuan of the Ren Family, Yao Tianwu of the Yao Family, the number one hero of the First Family, Liu Limo, Liu Nimo, Liu Yunmo of the Liu Family, and Lin Feng, Lin Yao, Lin Zhu, and other young experts who were cultivating with the Sun Family all spoke out.
"I swear I won't be a dog of the Yu Family even if I die!"
"We swear that we won't be the Yu Clan's dog!"
"We swear that we won't be the Yu Clan's dog!"
…
Countless disciples shouted in unison, and even some people from small factions echoed at the same time. Their voices soared into the sky.
Their cultivations were restrained, and they were unable to resist. Although many people were afraid, none of them cowered in the face of death.
As they shouted, the fear in their hearts slowly disappeared, and gradually, there was a stirring and tragic feeling that caused the sky to tremble!
The Yu Clan's Old Emperor's gaze was solemn, and his heart throbbed a little. He even felt that something was wrong.
At this moment, he faintly felt a little absent-minded. Perhaps, the unity of everyone's hearts and minds was the source of the development of the entire human race, and the source of their current glory …
He tried hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart, and a bone-chilling voice carrying endless killing intent came from his throat. "Since all of you are bent on seeking death, this old man will fulfill your wishes! Starting from the seven great clans, your blood will become the nourishment for this old man to refine the Sacred Hall! Kill them all! "
In the plaza, the people of the Yu Clan rushed into the crowd of the seven great clans and began an even more bloody massacre.
What they wanted was the blood of these powerhouses to refine the Blood Eight Trigrams and use it to refine the Sacred Hall!
…
In an unknown dark space, an old man sat cross-legged on the phantom of a golden dragon. His entire body was rippling with an ancient aura, as if he had come from ancient times.
The old man slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, and for a moment, his gaze was like a bright sun rising, illuminating the entire space.
"Alas, it's all my fault for causing these human juniors to suffer such a great calamity!"
The old man sighed heavily, containing a deep sense of self-blame, but his tone immediately became firm. "I don't have much time left. If I can't uproot the malignant tumor of the human race before the end of my life, how can I leave with a peace of mind …"
"Apart from a few people with ulterior motives, the rest of the juniors have not let me down!"
The old man shakily propped himself up and walked out. He seemed to be walking slowly, but in reality, he was extremely fast. As he walked, he murmured, "I don't ask you to forgive a dying man like me. I only hope that the human race can have eternal peace. Even if the world is about to collapse, we must not lose our unity!"
The old man spoke with great relief. As he walked, he gently waved his arm, and the majestic Imperial Palace Dragon Qi surged out, silently bursting open a gap in the space before him. He raised his leg and was about to step in.
"Eh …"
But suddenly, the old man's entire body froze. He exclaimed softly, and one of his legs stopped in midair.
This was because, in the senses of his Origin Spirit, there were some unexpected changes in the Sacred Hall!
…
As more and more humans were slaughtered, countless corpses fell to the ground. Blood gathered, causing the blood-colored Eight Trigrams in the air to become more and more solid. Endless killing intent and bloodthirstiness spiraled over the vast Sacred Hall plaza.
Above the Sacred Hall that was as dark as a stone stele, the phantoms of the human race's predecessors were much dimmer. The might they exuded was also on the verge of being suppressed by the Eight Trigrams.
"The Sacred Hall is mine, and the human race will also submit to my Yu Clan!"
The Yu Clan Old Emperor smiled sorrowfully. He could see that success was right in front of him!
But just as he was feeling complacent, the massive Sacred Hall suddenly trembled!
Where the phantoms of the human race's predecessors stood shoulder to shoulder, dazzling violet-gold light burst forth, dyeing the entire space with a heavy color.
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