Past Mist and Smoke, the Heavy Bone Sword

Lin Heng had used a few little tricks.

Small routines, really. If they did not fool idiots, they did not strain the brain.

"Bastard, what an absolute bastard. What does Lin Ziqing even count as? What right does he have to leave his name in history?"

"Boy, remember this. Everyone in the world knows the Martial Emperor held fast to Immortal Cloud City and cut down two Demon Venerables by force, but they do not know that victory was bought by using Crimson Roc's blood as a source of replenishment, and his spine as a weapon."

"In that great battle, two Demon Venerables descended in person. Countless great demons emerged from Azure Forest and charged straight for Immortal Cloud City. Even though this venerable one's strength could reach the heavens, I still could not stop their advance. Immortal Cloud City fell. It became a true fight to the death."

"Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators turned into blood mist in the blink of an eye, and even a great Spirit Transformation cultivator could not last fifteen minutes. At that time, the Martial Emperor was attacking the peak of Dao Integration and could not take charge of the overall situation."

"Throughout that period, it had always been Lin Ziqing who coordinated the four directions. The foundation the human race had accumulated with such difficulty, the lands they had opened up, were all swept into the whirlpool in a short time."

Crimson Roc vividly described that piece of history. For the human race to turn over from captive blood food and overthrow the powerful beast clans, how difficult was that?

On the side of the demonic beasts, there were four great Demon Venerables and two great beast kings.

Yet the human race did not have a single Supreme. Their only hope lay