Killing the Chicken to Frighten the Monkeys, Scaring Off the Myriad Races' Experts

"Why don't you give it a try first?"

"You should be the strongest among the Myriad Races, right?"

"If you are killed, and I then slaughter more than half of you, do you think the few left will be able to withstand our human race's Second Heaven experts?"

"Even if you kill me in the end, with so many Half-step Primordial Realm experts buried alongside me, I don't think I'll have lost out. What do you think?"

Once Mu Feiyang finished speaking, all the Half-step Primordial Realm experts panicked, afraid that Mu Feiyang would choose them to kill. Since Mu Feiyang dared admit that he could not use this method indefinitely, what he said was very likely true.

Moreover, if Gui Changsheng was truly killed by Mu Feiyang, and most of them were slaughtered afterward, they indeed would not be able to deal with a Second Heaven expert.

The final possibility would be for all of them to be killed by Fu Zhentian, after which the Myriad Races might end up enslaved by the human race.

"What exactly does your human race want?"

Gui Changsheng was already thinking of retreating. He had cultivated with great difficulty to reach his current strength, and he was not far from breaking through to the Third Heaven. How could he possibly be willing to die here?

"If you do not wish to fight my human race to the death, then as long as you agree to my demands, we can still coexist peacefully."

Mu Feiyang quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had bluffed these people. He was not the only one afraid of death—the Myriad Races' experts feared death just as much.

He only had seven Supreme Points left, enough to kill at most seven Half-step Primordial Realm experts. Yet there were