Make Him Eat It

The ridicule of the demon clan cultivators naturally filled the human geniuses with rage. Many wanted to step forward and teach them a lesson, but after weighing their own cultivation, they silently retreated.

"Everyone, don't fall for their scheme. They can't break into the Sub-God Array, so they want to provoke us into going out."

"That's right! No one must leave the Sub-God Array."

The Three-Headed Royal Lion cast a disdainful glance at the human cultivators and said, "A pack of turtles too cowardly to fight the young powerhouses of our demon clan, yet you still find yourselves high-sounding excuses. These so-called human prodigies are truly disappointing."

The human cultivators all looked extremely grim. They had been humiliated by the demon clan to such a degree, yet still no one dared to challenge the demon geniuses.

"Since no one dares fight me, I shall give you a few words."

A mocking smile hung on the Three-Headed Royal Lion's face as he walked before a boulder more than ten meters tall. Summoning a golden war saber, he carved a line of words into the stone with two swift strokes: "All humans are turtle disciples."

Turtle disciples meant those who imitated turtles.

The meaning of those five words was that human cultivators were inferior even to turtles.

This was no longer merely verbal provocation. It was an insult to the entire human race.

Many human cultivators ground their teeth in hatred and wanted to rush forward to fight the Three-Headed Royal Lion, but their fellow disciples held them back.

"These five words are my gift to you!" After saying that, the Three-Headed Royal Lion carried his golden war saber toward Yan Mie, intending to drag Yan Mie onto the White Bone Altar and sacrifice him to the Demon God.

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