Ghost Chariot Massacres Human Race, Xuandu Enraged!

Xuandu's figure merged into the void as he sped towards the coast of the East Sea.

With his Golden Immortal of the Origin cultivation, his body could traverse endless mountains and rivers with a mere thought.

However, he felt no joy from his breakthrough. Instead, a sense of urgency enveloped him.

Based on his Past Life Memories and the Great Wilderness Timeline, the first war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race had already concluded.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun had intervened, establishing the rule that demons would rule the heavens and witches the earth, leading to a temporary truce on the surface.

But beneath this calm, undercurrents surged.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would sooner or later discover the astonishing restraining power of Human Race blood on the Witch Clan's Physical Body.

When that time came, it would be a catastrophic calamity where billions of humans would become blood food, slaughtered and refined into weapons!

"I must hurry before the Demon Race takes large-scale action!"

Xuandu's eyes turned cold, and his speed increased by another third.

His original body came from a Human Race tribe on the coast of the East Sea.

Back then, he heard that Grand Pure Sage Laozi had comprehended the Human Race, established his sect, and achieved sainthood.

That was why he harbored a sliver of hope, trekking through mountains and rivers to Shouyang Mountain to seek apprenticeship and beg for an immortal destiny.

Now, he was a Golden Immortal of the Origin, and moreover, a direct disciple of the Jie Sect, possessing the power to protect his kin!

He would never allow tragedy to repeat itself!

Before long, the vast East Sea was visible in the distance.

The salty sea breeze brushed against his face, carrying the unique ancient aura of the Great Wilderness.

However, before he could truly reach the Human Race settlement on the coast of the East Sea, Xuandu sensed an overwhelming, unresolvable resentment emanating from the area.

Immediately after, a pressure carrying an immense demonic aura appeared clearly within his Spiritual Sense!

"A peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal's demonic aura?"

Xuandu's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank.

At this time, at this location, a great demon at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak?

It was no coincidence!

His Spiritual Sense instantly surged out, covering everything, and cautiously probed towards the source of the demonic aura.

The Spiritual Sense of a Golden Immortal of the Origin far surpassed that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal. Without a sound, it pierced through layers of Void, clearly reflecting the distant scene in his heart.

Within a ravaged valley, the earth was stained dark red with blood. Limbs lay scattered everywhere, all the corpses of the Human Race clad in simple sackcloth!

A thick miasma of death and resentment intertwined, permeating the valley.

And at the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, a figure was laughing wildly.

The figure had a bird's head and human body, with wings on its back, and its entire being radiated rolling demonic energy, its ferocity reaching the heavens.

The aura emanating from it was precisely that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak!

"Ghost Chariot!"

Xuandu's eyes instantly turned ice-cold!

One of the Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Race, Ghost Chariot!

Infamous and bloodthirsty!

Opposite Ghost Chariot, a Witch Clan Great Han, burly and tall, with bronze-colored skin and a body brimming with surging vital energy like a furnace, knelt on one knee, covered in blood and panting heavily.

His aura was at the level of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

At this moment, the Witch Clan Great Han's eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the laughing Ghost Chariot, his eyes filled with humiliation and rage.

Witch blood flowed ceaselessly, clearly indicating severe injuries.

"Hahaha! A mere Primordial Unity Witch General dares to pry into this Saint's affairs? Overestimating yourself!"

Ghost Chariot's sharp eyes on his bird head were filled with mockery.

He didn't strike the killing blow immediately, choosing instead to toy with the Witch General.

"You Demon Race... slaughtering the weak Human Race... what kind of skill is that!"

The Witch Clan Great Han gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse. He tried to struggle to his feet, but it aggravated his injuries, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Weak?"

Ghost Chariot let out a sneer. With a casual flap of his wings, he coldly laughed:

"Your Witch Clan prides itself on its powerful Physical Body, not cultivating the soul, only revering Pangu, right?"

"To die today protecting these weak humans, isn't that ironic?"

Before his words even fell, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and another sharp demonic energy shot out, aimed directly at the Witch Clan Great Han's knee!

"Pfft!"

The Witch Clan Great Han grunted, his massive body no longer able to hold up, and he crashed forward.

And in the direction he fell, there was a pool of blood that had gathered the blood of dozens of members of the Human Race!

Ghost Chariot's mocking smile widened, filled with anticipation.

"Yes, just like that... fall down!"

"Use your Witch Clan's proud face to touch the filthy blood of these ants!"

Seeing this, Xuandu's heart sank.

Ghost Chariot's action was by no means an unintentional taunt!

If this Taiyi Witch General were to be stained by the blood of the Human Race, with his Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak perception, he would instantly discover the restraining effect of that blood on the Witch Clan's Physical Body!

At that time, the tragedy in this valley today would become the beginning of the slaughter of all Human Race tribes across the Great Wilderness!

The Witch-Slaying Sword would inevitably be forged as it was originally!

As the thought settled, Xuandu's eyes sharpened, and he no longer hesitated.

He took a step forward, his figure vanishing from the hidden void.

The next moment, he silently appeared between the Witch Clan Great Han and Ghost Chariot.

He happened to stand in front of that pool of dark red blood.

The Witch General was struggling with all his might, trying to steady himself and avoid falling into the blood.

Ghost Chariot wore a cruel smile.

Xuandu's appearance was without warning.

It was as if he had always been standing there, integrated into this bloody valley.

He did not look at the Witch Clan Great Han struggling behind him, his gaze calmly falling on the stunned Ghost Chariot.

At the same time, he slightly raised his right hand, making a gesture of support behind him.

An irresistible, invisible force instantly supported the Witch Clan Great Han's body, steadying him and pulling him away from the blood.

All of this happened in an instant.

Ghost Chariot's sneer froze on his face.

Those sharp bird eyes first showed confusion, then disbelief, and finally erupted into furious indignation at the offense!

A Human Race member?

How dare a mere Human Race ant appear before him, Ghost Chariot, the Demon Saint?

And dare to interfere with his game?

"Ant! How dare you disturb my amusement?"

Ghost Chariot roared in fury, his voice sharp and piercing, carrying rolling demonic might that shook the entire valley.

The terrifying demonic aura of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak around him was unleashed without reservation, exploding forth and pressing down on Xuandu!

He intended to crush this ignorant Human Race, along with that damned Witch General behind him, into dust!

However, facing this demonic might that could shatter the soul of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

Xuandu simply stood there, his green robes fluttering in the violent demonic wind, his figure unmoving.

Not even the corner of his clothes was disturbed.

The wave of demonic energy, capable of tearing through the Void, vanished silently when it approached within three feet of him.

As if it had never existed.

Ghost Chariot's pupils contracted sharply, the expression on his bird head completely frozen.

This... how is this possible?

He was Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak! One of the ten great Demon Saints of the Demon Race!

His full demonic might couldn't even stir the corner of a Human Race member's clothes?

This person... is definitely not an ordinary Mortal!

"Who are you?"

Ghost Chariot demanded sternly, his voice now carrying unprecedented solemnity and a trace of imperceptible shock.

He stared intently at Xuandu, trying to discern his origins.

However, in his perception, the other party's aura was calm, as if integrated with the surrounding world, unfathomably deep.

He couldn't discern any specific realm!

This made his heart tremble even more.

He didn't answer Ghost Chariot's question.

His gaze swept over the mountain of corpses of his kin piled up in the valley.

A chilling killing intent slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

"Ghost Chariot."

Xuandu finally spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying a heart-palpitating coldness.

"What grievance do these humans have against you? That you would commit such an act of extermination?"

Ghost Chariot heard this and acted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. His bird-like hair let out a sharp, strange laugh:

"What grievance? Hahaha! Weakness is the original sin!"

"My Demon Race wishes to rule the Great Wilderness and clear away all obstacles. For these frail humans to become the blood food for the warriors under this Saint, it is their honor!"

His tone was arrogant, carrying the innate pride of the Demon Race.

Xuandu's eyes grew even colder.

"So, slaughtering the weak is the way of your Demon Race?"

Upon hearing this, Ghost Chariot sneered:

"The strong prey on the weak, that is the iron law of the Great Wilderness!"

"What? You want to stand up for them? Just you?"

Although he was surprised by Xuandu's depth, he was confident as a Demon Saint of the Demon Race, possessing vast Divine Abilities.

He even had the Demon Court as his backer, so why would he truly fear an unknown human?

Even if the other party had some skills, did he dare to oppose the entire Demon Race?

The two Demon Emperors of the Demon Court were both Quasi-Saint Peak existences.

Besides the Sages, who dared to provoke them?

Hearing this, Xuandu smiled.

"Since that is the case, I will let you experience true survival of the fittest!"

He took a step forward.

Just one step.

The peaceful aura around him suddenly changed!

A Hunyuan Dao charm, transcending all things, unbound by the Heavenly Dao, and self-forming laws, descended with a roar!

"Buzz!"

Heaven and earth lost their color, winds and clouds rolled back!

The soaring demonic energy filling the valley instantly dissolved and disintegrated under this pure Hunyuan pressure!

Space seemed to solidify under an invisible force, and time itself slowed.

Sensing an aura far surpassing that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, Ghost Chariot was utterly stunned!

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