Kill as Many as Come! The Extraterrestrial Races Want Chen Du Dead!

Chen Du had no regrets about killing this one Extraterrestrial Race.

After that, he killed one after another.

Even if they joined forces to assassinate him, he would kill them all.

Even if the entire clan comes out, we'll just wipe them out!

What's there to be afraid of? Everyone wants to kill you, do you really want to wash your neck for them to kill?

To not even have the thought of resistance is utterly pathetic.

These Extraterrestrial Races are arrogant to the core, constantly referring to humans as "minions" and Blue Star as "a breeding farm," treating the hundreds of millions of people living here as livestock in a pen.

Would such a race truly accept a human as a superior being?

It's just exploitation!

Once his value is exhausted, or humanity is truly wiped out, he will simply be the next inferior species to be easily crushed.

The recruitment by that crimson giant was a trap from beginning to end.

But he also knew that this matter wouldn't just end there.

Extraterrestrial Races are not easy to deal with.

The Tree Demon and the crimson giant he encountered today were only Pseudo-Eighth Tier beings, barely managing to enter within the limits allowed by the rules of Blue Star.

With the rules becoming more relaxed in the future, super strong individuals at the Eighth Stage, Ninth Tier, or even Tenth Tier or above may be able to descend.

Those beings exist in a different dimension than our current enemies.

He knows all too well what that feeling is like.

The Black-Robed Man in the Spirit Martial Realm is a living example.

As long as one cultivates his Martial Dao techniques, all of his luck can be drained in an instant, causing him to fall from the Martial Immortal Peak Stage back to dust, without even the right to fight back.

This suggests that there must be other extremely difficult methods involved.

And that tall, thin, dark figure—the one he first encountered in the mountains and forests of Blue Star.

Wearing a tight leather outfit and a mask resembling an oxygen mask, his movements were mysterious.

That guy gave him a more dangerous feeling than the Tree Demon and giant he encountered today.

Tree Demon and giants are more like wild beasts that run rampant with instinct and brute force, while the race of the slender black figures seems to be more intelligent than humans.

In Chen Du's perception, that thing's strength might not even exceed that of Pseudo-Eighth Tier being.

But what's truly terrifying is never just strength.

From this moment on, the war between himself and the Extraterrestrial Races has officially begun.

Perhaps, these Extraterrestrial Races will become desperate and unite to annihilate us.

I need to become stronger quickly!

The matter of Chen Du killing the Extraterrestrial Race quickly became impossible to suppress.

The live stream clips went viral across various platforms, and countless people witnessed the battle firsthand.

Rather than letting rumors spread and morale crumble, the Spiritual Qi Revival Administration simply released some information about Extraterrestrial Races.

For the Authority, they are probably the organization that knows the most about Extraterrestrial Races.

Since the Spiritual Qi Revival, they have detected numerous clues about Extraterrestrial Races.

The news caused an immediate uproar online.

"Are there really Extraterrestrial Races? Then what's the point of us playing? They're Pseudo-Eighth Tier all the time, while we ordinary people have only just learned to sense spiritual energy!"

Is humanity truly doomed? What will become of us ordinary people?

"After seeing this information, they're absolutely right that they treat us like pigs; they don't care about our lives at all."

"How can we fight like this? We might as well just wait to die."

"So all those missing persons cases and monster attacks were orchestrated by these Extraterrestrial Races."

"This isn't Spiritual Qi Revival, this is the apocalypse!"

Is humanity really going to become extinct? Do we still have hope?

Many people are pessimistic, believing that Extraterrestrial Races are invincible.

Because even these early soldiers were enough to drive them to despair.

However, there was also a group of people who were highly motivated and refused to admit defeat.

"What era are we living in? Still kneeling and waiting to die? They can evolve, so why can't we?"

"Either rise above the crisis or perish in it. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. This is both an opportunity and a challenge for us."

"It's only been a short time since the Spiritual Qi Revival, and some people have already reached the Peak Stage of the Third Tier, and now they've even killed Extraterrestrial Races! Who says humans are weak?"

"That's right! Being close to the source means we're the first to benefit! With the spiritual energy of Blue Star Spiritual Qi Revival, we'll be among the first to reap the rewards."

"There's a great opportunity on Blue Star; whoever gets it will become a saint or an ancestor. Let's go snatch it and see who can outdo whom!"

"Humanity will not fall. One day, we will evolve to that level, or even higher!"

"Stop fucking pessimistic! Extraterrestrial Races are nothing! We humans have survived to this day not because of brute force!"

"I'm going to cultivate! I'm going to fight! I don't want to see anyone else crushed to death by monsters!"

"The Spiritual Qi Revival is our greatest crisis, but also our greatest opportunity. Seize it, and we can become the new gods!"

"They want to keep us under their thumb? Fine, let's see who ends up trampling whom underfoot in the end!"

This discussion was extremely heated. Whether humanity will succumb to despair or rise from the ashes is ultimately a decision for humanity itself.

Inside a massive cave completely covered by mutated plants, a dozen figures of various shapes sat silently.

They came from different Extraterrestrial Races.

Shadow Wraith with bluish-gray skin and a slender build.

There were powerful beings covered in black armor, resembling half-human, half-scorpion creatures.

A woman with vertical pupils between her eyebrows and an aura of coldness emanating from her body.

There were also several entities shrouded in black mist, their outlines obscured.

And seated at the very head of the table was that tall, thin, dark figure.

He was still wearing that eerie, form-fitting leather outfit, his face covered by a glass-like mask, beneath which a ghostly light flickered.

"That human brat must die." The first to speak was the half-human, half-scorpion powerhouse, his voice hoarse and filled with barely suppressed killing intent. "A lowly race dares to kill our superior race from beyond the realm. If we let him live, where will our face be?"

"All you do is talk about killing. Do you even know how to kill them?" The woman with the vertical pupil between her brows sneered, her voice as cold as ice. "That idiot from the Red Flame Clan is already dead. The Azure Greenwood Clan is dead too. Two Pseudo-Eighth Tier —one shattered with a single punch, the other couldn't even fight back. Are you still going to send yourself to your death?"

"Then what do you suggest we do? Just watch him leave?" The half-scorpion expert suddenly stood up, his carapace scraping together, making a piercing sound.

"What's the rush?" Another figure shrouded in black mist said calmly, "He killed the Tree Demon and the giant. We all saw the power he unleashed; that was the power of Immortal Dao Divine Status."

Although we don't know where he got the Divine Status of a small world, that kind of thing is not something we Pseudo-Eighth Tier can touch casually. If you want to kill him now, no matter how many of you go, you'll just be throwing your lives away."

"So what if Divine Status?" the half-scorpion expert gritted his teeth. "That kid hasn't had Divine Status for long, so he can't unleash much of its power yet. Once he's had more time, and he really refines the Divine Status, that'll be troublesome."

"That's why I said we must conserve our strength," the figure in the black mist said. "If we don't move, we won't act; but if we strike, it will be fatal. No matter how strong he is, he can't withstand the killing trap we've set up together."

"Join forces?" A deep, stone-like voice rang out. "We each serve our own tribes. If we were to join forces, how would we divide the benefits?"

"Isn't his Divine Status valuable? What's wrong with joining forces once, just for that one thing?"

The debate erupted again.

Some want to kill, some want to wait, some want to grab Divine Status, and some just want to protect their own mission first.

The noise echoed through the cave.

The long, thin, dark figure, who had been silent all along, finally raised his hand. The cave fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Alright, enough arguing. That kid is going to die, but we also need to understand that this isn't the time for a one-on-one fight. If you want to go and die, I won't stop you. But if anyone messes things up, don't blame me."

"The Immortal Dao Divine Status is not something Pseudo-Eighth Tier can easily fake. With the power we currently possess, who would dare to try alone? The Tree Demon and the giant are a prime example of what would happen to them."

He stood up and continued, "We will soon have a true Eighth Stage being descend upon us. At that time, let alone a mere human brat, the entire Blue Star will be conquered by us! But before that, I will organize an operation that must be a decisive, one-hit kill."

"I need each of your tribes to contribute something." His voice was as cold as if it came from a coffin. "I don't need useless people. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The cave was completely silent. After a moment, the figure in the black mist was the first to bow. "Our clan is willing to go."

Immediately, everyone agreed.

The slender, dark figure then withdrew its gaze with satisfaction and turned to walk into the depths of darkness.

"Go and prepare, let him live a few more days."