"What, why weren't you this happy when you were slaughtering my Human Race back then?"
Lü Bu's icy voice, like the Nine Nether ice in the underworld, suddenly exploded in the void, each word carrying a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.
The Five-Colored Qilin, who had been somewhat arrogant, froze upon hearing these words. Their dazzling five-colored spiritual light suddenly stopped, and their expressions instantly changed from arrogance to astonishment. They stood frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place.
I was stunned, completely stunned.
The group of Five-Colored Qilin looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief and absurdity—"Don't you feel any pain in your heart saying such things?"
They are the Five-Colored Qilin, a renowned and powerful race in the universe. Back then, in order to seize resources from the star field, they casually destroyed three small universes occupied by the Human Race.
In their eyes, those Human Race were nothing more than insignificant ants, slaughtered as easily as crushing dust, without the slightest hesitation.
But now, Lü Bu has actually put the word "massacre" out in the open. This straightforward questioning has instantly dispelled any confidence they had left to refute.
You must understand, those Human Race they exterminated couldn't even utter a proper wail, yet Lü Bu is now using this to question them. What can they say? That they were right to kill them back then?
To say that the Human Race deserves to be slaughtered? If such words were to spread, even with the formidable strength of their Qilin Clan, they would inevitably be subject to criticism. Yet, if they were to defend themselves, they would have no way to refute it—after all, the blood debt of annihilation was undeniable, a debt they themselves had incurred.
"What, speechless now?" Lü Bu's voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating a trivial matter unrelated to himself. Yet, the oppressive force in his words made all the Qilin feel a chill in their hearts.
"Weren't you all very arrogant just now? Always wanting to raze my Human Race territory to the ground. Why aren't you arrogant now?"
Before he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Lü Bu!
Its aura was like that of Primordial behemoth that had been dormant for billions of years, awakening and crushing down on the Five-Colored Qilin below with a Heavenly Destruction pressure.
At that moment, the air was compressed into a tangible form, emitting a creaking sound as if it were under immense pressure, and fine cracks appeared even in the void.
Those Qilin Clan cultivators whose cultivation had not reached the Dharma Realm did not even have time to scream before their bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist like porcelain being hit by a boulder the moment this aura descended.
Crimson blood, mixed with shattered scales, fell from the void like rain, instantly filling the air with a thick, pungent stench that stained the entire sky red.
This bloody scene did not move Lü Bu in the slightest; instead, it enraged the surviving Qilin.
" Human Race! You will regret this!" A Qilin, its body gleaming with a crimson-gold luster, roared, its voice filled with venom. "My Qilin Clan will never let this go!"
"You lowly Human Race! You will all die a horrible death!" Another azure qilin stared intently at Lü Bu with bloodshot eyes, its fangs grinding together.
" Lü Bu! You dare to slaughter my clan! Even if you die, we will curse you with our bloodline, wishing your Human Race to wither away for generations and never have a peaceful day!" An elder from the Qilin Clan even burned his own essence blood, chanting obscure curse incantations, his body radiating a strange blackish-purple light.