Translator: Legge
Feathered lowlife!
Who in this world would dare to call the Golden Crow race a feathered lowlife?
Was he truly not afraid of death?
The voice was hoarse and deep, but it possessed an indescribable magic, as though it looked down on all living beings and races!
Who was it?!
Who would have the guts?!
Who would have such boldness?!
All the cultivators turned towards the voice.
Not far away, a cultivator with white hair walked over slowly with a cold expression. His eyes were pitch-black and he dragged a saber that was coiled with fiend qi in his right hand.
“Asura!”
“It’s the Asura, Yan Beichen!”
The crowd exclaimed.
Under normal circumstances, the titular disciple of Asura Sect was the Asura while Yan Beichen had already left the sect.
However, in this generation, in the hearts of all the cultivators in Tianhuang Mainland, no matter who the titular disciple of Asura Sect was, there was only a single person who was the Asura.
This was the only person who was worthy of the title Asura as well!
Many cultivators looked relieved when they saw who it was.
The Asura was probably the only one in the world with such guts.
The Asura was the only one with such boldness!
The Asura was the only one who dared to say the words feathered lowlife in front of the Golden Crow race!
“Asura?”
The Eighth Prince had a dark expression and said coldly, “I don’t care who you are. In my eyes, you’re already a dead man!”
“Cough!”
Right then, Young Master Arcane Ghost coughed gently. He gradually stood up and said in a slow manner, “Asura, I know you.”
“Initially, you were only a titular disciple of Asura Sect. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, you lost your beloved and comprehended the profound meaning of the Hatred Sutra by accident. Your combat strength increased exponentially and you transformed completely, turning into a true Asura.”
“All these years, you’ve been despised by the immortals, Buddhas and fiends. Even Asura Sect can’t accommodate you. I’m curious as to why you’re here?”
“I’m here because I want to kill,”
Yan Beichen replied indifferently.
Young Master Arcane Ghost smiled gently. “There’s no place left for you in the cultivation world and these super sects are your enemies. To be precise, you should be on our side.”
Teng Luo, Goddess Xiaoxiang and the others turned to look.
Everyone could clearly tell that Young Master Arcane Ghost was trying to rope Yan Beichen in. As such, they could not help but look at the latter a little more.
After the arrival of the Primordial Six Races, Young Master Arcane Ghost had been watching from the sidelines without saying a single word. Now that he stood out and wanted to rope in a human, it was clear that this person was extraordinary!
“I’m someone who value talents the most,”
Young Master Arcane Ghost said, “If you’re willing to join the Witch race, I can guarantee that I’ll treat you as a clansman and give you sufficient respect!”
The Primordial Six Races were extremely prideful and viewed all living beings of the ten thousand races as ants.
It was even more so for the young masters of the primordial races.
But now, Young Master Arcane Ghost stood forth to invite Yan Beichen personally and even made a promise—it was clear how sincere he was.
The most important thing for Young Master Arcane Ghost to rope in Yan Beichen was the latter’s potential.
The Fiend Emperor Hatred was an existence second only to the Human Emperor.
As for Yan Beichen, he was almost like the second Fiend Emperor Hatred and might even be stronger!
“Sure, I can join the Witch race,”
Yan Beichen paused for a moment. “Go and kill that bunch of feathered lowlifes first!”
Green light flickered in the eyes of Young Master Arcane Ghost.
Many cultivators were speechless.
The Asura was probably the only one in the world who dared to say something like that!
“Arcane Ghost,”
The Eighth Prince said coldly, “I’m giving you face by letting you talk to him for so long, but how dare he humiliate the Golden Crow race like this. You can’t protect him!”
“I merely wanted to give him a chance because I’m appreciative of his talents,”
Young Master Arcane Ghost smiled and said coldly, “Since he doesn’t know how to cherish it, everyone, do as you please. Since I can’t use such a peerless saber, I might as well destroy it!”
The Eighth Prince turned around and sized up the Asura. Grinning, he said sinisterly, “Asura, I’m thinking about how I’m going to torture you after suppressing you. I’m going to…”
“You talk too much!”
Suddenly, Yan Beichen interrupted the Eighth Prince and slashed in reverse towards the latter.
A black light tore through the air and released a suffocating aura of death. Beams of hatred fiend qi circled around and engulfed the Eighth Prince instantly!
Nobody could describe how terrifying that slash was.
It was as though everything was dark in an instant!
The Eighth Prince’s pupils constricted and his expression changed, revealing a hint of fear in his eyes!
It had been a long time since he sensed the aura of death that was close by.
Before the slash descended, he felt as though he was half a step into death’s gates!
Right in front of the living beings of the ten thousand races, the Eighth Prince suddenly shrieked and vanished from the spot, replaced by a gigantic three-legged Golden Crow!
“Screech!”
The three-legged Golden Crow burned with incomparably resplendent flames and extended his strongest third claw to grab the Hatred Fiend Saber.
That third leg was the strongest attack of the Golden Crow race.
Back then, it was the Golden Crow Third Prince’s third leg that forced out Su Zimo’s divine phoenix’s claw.
Clang!
The Hatred Fiend Saber stood on the third leg and let out a metallic sound!
Immediately after, a blood mist spewed out from midair!
A gigantic, menacing Golden Crow leg was thrown into the air. At the same time, the Eighth Prince’s tragic cry sounded!
The living beings of the ten thousand races were shocked as they looked at everything in disbelief.
The Eighth Prince’s Golden Crow leg was severed by the Hatred Fiend Saber!
The third leg of the Golden Crow race was like the Heavenly Eye race’s Heavenly Eye—it was extremely difficult to heal once crippled.
That single slash from the Asura crippled at least half of the Eighth Prince’s cultivation!
“Asura!”
The cultivators were excited.
Earlier on, the Eighth Prince did not even have to conjure his true form to suppress Ming Zhen.
But now that the Asura had descended, even though the Eighth Prince had reverted to his true form, he was still severely injured!
“Asura, you’re finished!”
The Eighth Prince paused and said coldly, “Since you broke one of my legs, I’m going to skin you, pull out your tendons and burn your bones into ashes. I’ll imprison your soul and torture you for a thousand years!”
Yan Beichen’s expression was unchanged as though he had not heard anything. After slashing out, he did not stop at all and descended once more like a shadow!
When he saw that, the Eighth Prince was scared out of his wits!
“Not good!”
The Eighth Prince was terrified. “This person wants to kill me!”
It was no wonder why the Eighth Prince was careless—he truly had not expected the Asura to be so bold as to hunt him down relentlessly after severing a leg!
Even the other primordial races had not expected this, let alone him.
The Eighth Prince was backed by the entire Golden Crow race and the Primordial Six Races!
This person was already in hot soup after injuring the Eighth Prince severely. Now, he’s even bent on killing the Eighth Prince!
“Asura, how dare you!”
The Seventh Prince was enraged and reverted to his true form right away. Flapping his wings, he descended from the skies and lunged towards Yan Beichen.
Among the four princes, the Seventh Prince was the strongest!
The ninth and tenth princes followed closely behind!
The actions of the Asura enraged the Golden Crow race and three princes attacked at the same time!
