Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races-Chapter 220: Mounts? You Beasts Are Not Worthy! Kill, Kill, Kill! Slaughter Them All, Cold-Blooded and Ruthless.

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Mounts? You Beasts Are Not Worthy! Kill, Kill, Kill! Slaughter Them All, Cold-Blooded and Ruthless.

The Beast King trembled all over, kneeling on the ground, its spiritual power humbly pleading for mercy.

"Great god, I beg for your forgiveness, I am willing to submit, willing to become a mount..."

Perhaps, in the mind of this beast, becoming a mount was already the greatest punishment and humiliation it could imagine.

Yet Lin Ping’an found it somewhat laughable upon hearing this.

"Mount? How could you be worthy?"

As soon as the words fell, he punched without another word.

The result was naturally uneventful.

With a loud "boom~", the last remnant’s head instantly exploded, and its spiritual power was obliterated.

The Ninth Grade Exotic Beast, the Red Tiger King, fell on the spot.

The cosmic phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood occurred again, extending its duration.

Lin Ping’an glanced around, seeing the mountains full of gigantic Beast King corpses, the blood soared to the sky.

After this wave of slaughter, the Civilization Value in the system soared nearly 2 million points, pushing the total Civilization Value to a recent high of 3.2 million.

After that, he selected a portion of Beast King corpses, filled up his Space Ring, and left.

The parts he took had only one advantage, which was that they all tasted good.

Aside from that, the remaining parts were all thrown into the Little World expanded within his body upon reaching Ninth Grade.

Normally, a Ninth Grade Powerhouse’s little world could not accommodate so many hundreds of meters tall gigantic beasts.

But Lin Ping’an is different; when compared to a normal Ninth Grade, his power is over the top, and the space within his body is hundreds or even thousands of times larger.

These nearly fifty Beast Kings could all fit inside.

One corpse after another descended into the Little World, with the blood of Ninth Grade Exotic Beasts flowing silently, being absorbed by the land.

Due to this nourishment, the Little World slowly expanded outward, developing its borders.

Moments later, these Beast King corpses all disappeared, leaving behind nothing but ruins and emptiness.

During collection, Lin Ping’an adhered to the principle of not wasting, even the land soaked with Ninth Grade blood was packed into his Little World.

After all, the space is ample, and he could put it in.

Upon departure, the region was a good dozen meters lower than the surroundings, forming a pit-like environment.

With time and rainfall, this would no doubt become a large lake.

After once again achieving the minor feat of digging three feet into the ground, Lin Ping’an casually broke through the Fifth Heaven, silently escaping into the void, thus leaving the depths of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races.

Returning once more to the Great Xia Academy, creating new cultivation techniques and continuing to cultivate, following this simple routine to become stronger.

His act of blood slaughtering more than fifty Beast Kings caused waves among the Human Race, Ten Thousand Races, and even evoked upheaval in the entire world.

A few hours later, the strong men dispatched by various forces within the Human Race arrived first at the site of the battle.

They observed the cleaned-up battlefield and sensed the residual auras, their faces growing serious and solemn.

Looking up at the sky, the cosmic phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood had yet to conclude, repeatedly manifesting.

No one knew whether it was delayed or if Lin Ping’an killed too quickly at the time.

In the end, the corpses of more than fifty Beast Kings had already cooled, packed into Lin Ping’an’s Little World as fertilizer, yet the death phenomenon lingered still.

Aside from various gasps, there was silence akin to death.

After a long while, one powerhouse felt he had contributed enough to warming the world and dryly opened his mouth.

"What...what...what exactly happened? The heavens weep blood! A Ninth Grade Beast King has fallen! But at the moment...how many Beast Kings have died!"

The other powerhouses, hearing this, spoke in various bursts of astonishment.

"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"

"Strong! Unspeakably strong! How short the time, and the battle was over!"

"Was it our Human Race’s Great Power? Doesn’t seem so! But it’s those Beast Kings who died!"

"Troubled times! Truly troubled times! It feels like times ahead are not certain to be good!"

"Won’t those beasts of the Ten Thousand Races pin all this on us?"

"Perhaps! The waters run deep!"

"Best to go back and cultivate well; now even Ninth Grade is slaughtered like dogs. How could such a situation appear? Ah!"

"..."

As for the Exotic Beast side, they temporarily did not know the news, or did not know the specifics.

After all, the area linking the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races with the Human Race territory is still a relatively remote area, far from the core.

Even if they could sense the fluctuations, they could not immediately receive the intelligence.

Of course, if those Beast Emperors personally appeared, they could indeed reach the scene immediately.

But as they stand at the pinnacle of races, even countless ethnic groups.

How could they hastily come over to investigate because of a few fluctuations?

Have they no dignity!

For such matters, most likely a command given casually, naturally, a Beast King would actively contact, search, and find out the situation.

At that point, just waiting for the reports would suffice.

Meanwhile.

Thousands of miles away, due to its slow speed, the last lingering Scale Armor Turtle King looked aghast at the dozen strong auras in the distance and the ongoing cosmic phenomenon of the heavens weeping blood.

It hurriedly twisted its body and escaped in another direction.

In its heart, there remains one thought only.

Flee, flee, flee...this cannot be mixed anymore, find a place deep beneath the sea to hide for hundreds of years.

Anyhow, the Turtle Race has the longest lifespan; all it needs is to outlast those terrible existences.

If things get dire, directly surrender, focusing solely on survival.

And on the other side.

The aura of the Turtle King was sensed by the Human Race powerhouses.

Upon discovering there was only one, they were slightly tempted, communicating with each other using spiritual power.

"It’s that old tortoise! There’s only it, should we leave it permanently?"

"Gui Xuan? It’s him! Forget it! The turtle shell is incredibly hard, it’s too much trouble to fight it."

"Hmm! In the past, it seemed to always be slacking off! Didn’t harm the Human Race! I think we should ignore it for now!"

"Let’s let it go! Troubled times, investigating this matter is urgent, not easy to fight for now!"

"..."

While the Human Race powerhouses were communicating here, the Turtle King on that side felt a cold stab behind him, spurring a faster moving speed.

The intuition from the unknown urging it, delay brings danger, so run, as far as possible...

Best to reach a place where no one can find it.

A few hours later.

The major forces of the Human Race have gradually learned some of the situation.

More and more powerhouses discreetly appeared near the battlefield to check on the situation.

Including the cave where Lin Ping’an broke through, it was found and searched thoroughly.

After all, concerning an entity that could slaughter over fifty Beast Kings, care must be taken, caution must be exercised.

For such a significant event, these forces chose secrecy, none went on to blabber on the internet.

Watching the changes quietly is the best, and also the most optimal choice.

On the other side, in the outdoor area of Villa One at the Great Xia Academy.

Lin Ping’an was leisurely barbecuing on a grill, using meat sourced from a Bull-type Beast King.

The overwhelming aura emitted was silently sealed by him, but the fragrance still dispersed widely, lingering long.

The students in the nearby villas, upon smelling it, knew what happened.

Angrily cursing and leaving, intending to find somewhere to eat and comfort their stomachs.

As for visiting as guests, they feared they’d only receive a feast of punches.