Translator: Legge
“Why? Is there no one else who dares to challenge me?”
Golden Feather sneered and surveyed his surroundings, sneering, “The human race isn’t even capable of defeating me and you guys think you can host the Ten Thousand Race Meet?”
“Ptui!”
Golden Feather spat with disdain.
It was as though he had spat on the faces of all the cultivators!
The sect masters of the super sects were silent.
Indeed, there were some Half-Martial Ancestor paragons in this generation’s immortal, fiend and Buddhist sects. If they stood out, they might be able to defeat Golden Feather.
However, all the cultivators knew that the four princes, the entire Golden Crow race and even the Primordial Six Races were backing Golden Feather!
Right now, Golden Feather was the one challenging the human race.
However, the other experts of the Primordial Six Races such as Young Master Arcane Ghost, Goddess Xiaoxiang and the other monster incarnates watched from the side—not many people could withstand that pressure!
More importantly, a fight against Golden Feather wasn’t a spar—it was a fight to the death!
Although it seemed fair on the surface, it was not fair.
That was because although the Primordial Six Races dared to kill brazenly, the human paragons present did not have the guts.
Whoever dared to kill Golden Feather would have to endure the wrath of the Golden Crow race next!
At that time, there was a high chance that their entire sects would be implicated!
Suddenly, the Island Master of Penglai Island said, “Since that’s the case, it’s only right for the young masters of the Primordial Six Races to host the Ten Thousand Race Meet.”
“Penglai Island is in favor of this suggestion,”
Many cultivators were shocked when they heard that!
If the Primordial Six Races were to host the Ten Thousand Race Meet, it would mean that the human race would lose their final advantage and initiative without the chance to even negotiate!
Many sect masters frowned and looked at the Island Master of Penglai Island in disbelief.
The Palace Lord of Enigma Palace said with a grim expression, “Tianqi, there are some suggestions you should be careful of.”
“I concur as well,”
Suddenly, the Sect Master of Heavenly Dipper Sect said, “Since Enigma Palace isn’t qualified, it’s normal for the Primordial Six Races to host it.”
The Sect Master of Malevolent Earth Sect nodded as well. “It’s a gathering of the ten thousand races to begin with. It doesn’t matter who hosts it. The Primordial Six Races once ruled over Tianhuang Mainland and are indeed qualified.”
“Corpse Refinement Cult is agreeable as well,”
“Poison Sect is agreeable,”
“The Dongfang and Ximen aristocratic families are agreeable!”
In the blink of an eye, many super sects stood out and supported the Primordial Six Races!
A commotion broke out in the crowd.
The sect masters of Snowdrift Valley, Purple Firmament Sect, Dapamkara Monastery and the other sect masters were alarmed—they knew what that meant!
There was a high chance that the super sects that had stood out now had already joined forces with the Primordial Six Races or even submitted to them!
“Hmph!”
The spirit tiger pouted his lips. “Those cowards that are as cowardly as rats have already surrendered before the fight even began.”
“We agree,”
Right then, a Conjoint Body spider demon said loudly.
The spider demon was from one of the eight demon regions, the Thousand Spider Sand Dune!
“The East Sea demon region agrees as well!”
A Grand Demon of the East Sea stood out.
“Thousand Demon Valley is agreeable,”
“Peacock Ridge is agreeable to it!”
In the blink of an eye, half of the eight demon regions stood out and agreed that the Primordial Six Races should host the Ten Thousand Race Meet!
“Hahahaha!”
The Golden Crow Eighth Prince reared his head in laughter. “So, the ten thousand races are all looking forward to the return of our Primordial Six Races to Tianhuang Mainland!”
“Since all living beings of the ten thousand races are agreeable to it, we’ll accept it.”
“I don’t agree,”
Right then, an untimely voice sounded. It sounded extremely piercing to the experts of the Primordial Six Races.
A young monk walked out slowly.
“Another bald monk is here to die?”
Before the four princes could speak, Golden Feather’s expression darkened as he glared at the young monk murderously—he could attack at any moment!
“Who is that little monk? He’s only at the late-stage Conjoint Body realm. Is he here to die?”
“Ming Zhen of Dapamkara Monastery possesses the inheritance of Fahua and Daming Monasteries and even obtained the legacy of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Dao Inheritance Ground. He was once the titular disciple of Dapamkara Monastery and should have some means.”
“There’s no use having some means. He’s courting death by having a lower cultivation realm than the Golden Crow race!”
“I heard that Monk Ming Zhen has a good relationship with Desolate Martial.”
“Sigh, speaking of which, if Desolate Martial was still around, he would definitely be able to fight against the experts of the Primordial Six Races with his combat strength!”
Many cultivators had conflicted expressions at the mention of Desolate Martial.
Up till this point of Desolate Martial’s rise, he was targeted and even hunted by the super sects collectively. However, many sects could not deny the fact.
Desolate Martial was the strongest monster incarnate in the human race in this generation!
“Late-stage Conjoint Body realm?”
On the battlefield, Golden Feather looked at Ming Zhen and suddenly sneered, “Seems like there’s really not much humans left. To think that even a late-stage Conjoint Body would want to come forth and die now.”
“Why, you want to challenge someone above your level, bald monk?”
“Amitabha,”
Ming Zhen held the green lantern in his left hand and shook his head gently. “I merely want an explanation for Senior Kong Dharmic as well as the fallen Fellow Daoists of Clear Heart Nunnery.”
“Alright, I’ll send you to Hell to meet them right away!”
Golden Feather’s gaze intensified and he vanished on the spot in a flash.
In the blink of an eye, Golden Feather had already arrived behind Ming Zhen. He reached out and his sharp nails dug into Ming Zhen’s head!
His movement technique was way too fast!
Most of the cultivators present could not capture any traces of Golden Feather at all and all they could see was a streak of flickering golden light!
Ming Zhen stood on the spot motionlessly with his head lowered, as though he could not react in time.
“It’s over! That little monk is already a dead man!”
“That was how Monk Kong Dharmic died earlier on.”
“Golden Feather is still in human form. If he transforms into his true form, his speed and strength will increase exponentially. It’s hard to imagine how strong he will be!”
As everyone discussed, Ming Zhen did not turn back nor did he move. He merely raised the green lantern in his hands towards his head.
There was a flame the size of a pinky burning on the green lantern, as though it could be extinguished with a single pinch.
However, when Golden Feather’s palm landed on the wisp of flames, he shuddered as though he was agitated and retracted his palm!
“Howl!”
Golden Feather shrieked tragically and retreated with a pained expression.
The living beings of the ten thousand races looked over with shocked expressions.
A huge hole was burned in Golden Feather’s palm but not a single drop of blood flowed out—the surrounding flesh was charred!
This scene had completely exceeded the expectations of the living beings of the ten thousand races.
“Golden Feather lost?”
“What Dharmic weapon is that? It’s so powerful!”
“This seems to be the Destiny Dharmic Treasure of the Founder Master of Dapamkara Monastery, Buddha Emperor Boundless Light! That is not a Dharmic weapon but an Emperor weapon!”
“Ah, it’s that green lantern!”
“That’s right! I heard that in the ancient war, the green lantern was shattered by the Emperors of the primordial races and fell from the Emperor weapon realm to become an ordinary Dharmic weapon. To think that this Dharmic weapon would be passed down to Ming Zhen!”
