The Human Emperor Strikes: Quasi-Saints Fall Like Rain, and the Witch Clan Destroys the Demon Clan!

The Shore of the East Sea, Human Race Ancestral Land.

"Rumble!"

The Ten Thousand Races' army, numbering in the hundreds of millions, had arrived. They all took their true forms, and demonic aura blotted out the sky, shrouding every corner of the Shore of the East Sea.

Killing intent surged and collided with the Taichu Liangyi Array Huang Tian had set up around the Four Human King Cities, only to vanish without a trace in an instant.

"Humanity's rise through slaughter defies the Heavenly Dao. You must be executed!"

Eleven Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races led the charge. They stared at the Human Race on the Shore of the East Sea and proclaimed their judgment in ringing voices.

The heavens and earth changed color as demonic aura surged.

"How dare you!"

"This is the Human Race Ancestral Land! What gives you beasts the right to yap here?!"

At that moment, a crimson figure shot into the sky from the Human Ancestral Hall.

Taibai held the Top-grade Innate Merit Spiritual Treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, and stood in the firmament, facing eleven Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races alone.

"This..."

Feeling the terrifying pressure of a Martial Saint (Quasi-Saint), the entire army of the Ten Thousand Races went pale.

They had assumed the Human Race's elite forces had all gone to the starry sky, leaving the Shore of the East Sea at its weakest and most vulnerable.

They had never expected the Human Emperor, Huang Tian, to leave his strongest Human Race Martial Saint, Taibai, behind to guard the land.

Taibai had once slaughtered two early-stage Quasi-Saint Demon Sages while at the peak of the Martial Emperor (Great Encompassment) Realm.

Now that Taibai had broken through to the Martial Saint (Quasi-Saint) Realm, the Ten Thousand Races' creatures didn't dare imagine how terrifying his strength had become.

"The heavens move with strength; the Human Race strives without cease!"

"Those who offend the Human Race will die!"

Raising the God-Slaying Spear high, Taibai's eyes blazed as he roared.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the next moment, countless thunderous booms rang through the heavens and earth. Human Race experts came soaring through the air, their Blood Qi Smoke reaching from heaven to earth.

More than ten million Human Race experts of the Immortal (Taiyi) Realm shot up from the Four Human King Cities. They summoned their Martial Dao Dharma Images and surrounded the army of the Ten Thousand Races, which numbered in the hundreds of millions.

Countless Human Race experts of the Primordial Fetus (Golden Immortal) Realm also cloaked themselves in Martial Dao Dharma Images, their Natal Postnatal Spiritual Treasures shining brightly.

"Kill!"

Taibai fixed his blazing gaze on the Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races and gave the order, charging into the slaughter first.

With a thrust of the God-Slaying Spear, Taibai alone suppressed the eleven Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races.

The remaining ten million Human Race experts of the Immortal (Taiyi) Realm, led by dozens of Human Race Martial Emperors (Great Encompassment), slaughtered their way through the hundreds of millions of troops.

The Human Race's Martial Dao cultivated both the inner and outer self, making its practitioners invincible among those of the same rank!

Armed to the teeth with Postnatal Spiritual Treasures, even ordinary Human Race martial artists saw their combat strength multiply.

The creatures of the Ten Thousand Races fell like rain, unable to fight back at all.

In an instant, Taibai led the Human Race army, its millions of warriors surging like a tide to engulf the hundreds of millions of soldiers from the Ten Thousand Races.

Primordial Starry Sky.

"Hiss!"

"How is this possible?!"

The forty Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races couldn't help drawing sharp breaths as they stared in disbelief at the battlefield on the Shore of the East Sea.

They had thought this would be a decisive strike against a weakened enemy, only to find that the Human Race had planned it all along and lured them into a trap.

Given the Human Race's foundations—more than ten thousand Martial Emperors (Great Encompassment) and ten million experts of the Immortal (Taiyi) Realm—the Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races knew that even in a direct assault, the combined forces of their races wouldn't stand a chance.

Seeing the calm expressions on the Human Emperor Huang Tian and the Three Ancestors of the Human Race only made the Quasi-Saints more certain.

It had all been part of the Human Race's plan.

The Human Race had anticipated the Ten Thousand Races' hostile scrutiny and hidden its true strength from the start.

Then, at the crucial moment, it had unleashed its full power and caught them off guard.

"Human Emperor, can we make peace?"

"If we both fight until we're crippled, the Witch and Demon Clans will be the only ones to benefit."

Seeing the situation, the Quasi-Saint with a tiger's head and a human's body at the forefront immediately spoke to Huang Tian.

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"Do you think you, a mere late-stage Quasi-Saint, are worthy of negotiating terms with me?"

"Make peace with your mother!"

Huang Tian replied coldly, then struck without hesitation.

The Innate Supreme Treasure, the Human Emperor Sword, had appeared in his palm at some point.

A terrifying sword aura, stretching across 129.6 trillion zhang, slashed down and annihilated the Quasi-Saint with a tiger's head and a human's body.

As a Desolate Ancient Exotic Species and a late-stage Quasi-Saint, he had never met an equal worthy of his strength throughout his long existence.

Now, facing Huang Tian, the tiger-headed Quasi-Saint couldn't even cry out before his Nascent Soul was extinguished.

"Gulp!"

Seeing this, the thirty-nine remaining Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races swallowed nervously.

"Run!"

The next moment, they came to their senses and scattered without hesitation.

"You think you can leave? Die!"

Sui Ren Shi held the Top-grade Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure, the Primordial Fire Lamp, and burned three Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races alive, destroying their bodies and burning away their Nascent Souls.

The Top-grade Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure Zi Yi Shuttle in Zi Yi Shi's hands darted through space, turning three Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races into pincushions and extinguishing their Nascent Souls.

You Chao Shi's Top-grade Postnatal Merit Spiritual Treasure, Chao Ju, trapped more than a dozen Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races. He drew on the Human Race Fire and killed them, destroying both their bodies and Nascent Souls.

The twenty remaining Quasi-Saints saw this, their eyes nearly splitting with fury. They unleashed their most powerful magic, burned their essence blood, and drove their Innate Spiritual Treasures as they fled frantically.

They had escaped trillions of miles before the Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races could breathe a sigh of relief.

Then a gigantic palm blotted out the sky and crushed their Nascent Souls. Huang Tian collected their bodies into the Kongtong Seal to serve as sustenance for the Human Race's Spirit Transformation Pool.

He had expected killing forty Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races to bring in a great haul. Instead, every one of them was as poor as could be.

Between them, they had only three Innate Spiritual Treasures, and the highest grade was merely mid-grade. They were so poor it was appalling.

Regardless, the Quasi-Saints of the Ten Thousand Races in the starry sky and their armies on the Shore of the East Sea had both been slaughtered to the last.

Their flesh and blood were gathered and sent to the Spirit Transformation Pool in the Human Ancestral Hall, where they became nourishment for the Human Race to reverse the Postnatal and return to the Innate.

Demon Court, atop the ruins of the Thirty-three Heavens.

The Human Race had slain dozens of Quasi-Saints and hundreds of millions of troops from the Ten Thousand Races, but it hadn't taken much time.

Demon Emperor Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were all badly wounded where they stood, trying to seize every moment to recover.

"Imperial Brother, we cannot let the Human Race live!"

Watching the Human Race wipe out the elite forces of the Ten Thousand Races, Eastern Emperor Taiyi spoke in a low voice, his eyes blazing.

In just a million years, the number of powerful Human Race cultivators, from top to bottom, had already rivaled that of the Witch and Demon Clans.

If they didn't destroy the Human Race now, it would soon become an even more terrifying force than the Witch Clan.

"I know we can't let the Human Race live."

"But will the Witch Clan let us destroy them?"

"The Thirty-three Heavens have been completely destroyed. Whether our Demon Clan survives today is still uncertain."

Dijun glanced at Taiyi and sighed. He couldn't afford to concern himself with the Human Race.

The Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation had self-destructed, leaving both sides gravely wounded after clashing with the Witch Clan's Twelve Capital Divine Formations.

But Pangu True Body had weakened much of the self-destruction's power, so the Twelve Ancestral Witches were less injured than he and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Hahaha! The Human Race has occupied the starry sky, so the Demon Clan can't use the Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation for now!"

"Today is the Demon Clan's day of reckoning!"

"Brothers and sisters, warriors of the Witch Clan, follow me and wipe out the Demon Clan!"

Just as Dijun had expected, a moment later, Ancestral Witch Dijiang laughed and roared out his order, his battle intent surging.

In an instant, Earth Turbid Qi soared into the sky, blotting it out from horizon to horizon.

Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, the Ten Great Demon Sages, and the other powerful members of the Demon Clan were trapped beneath the Witch Clan's murderous aura, unable to move.