232: Evil Eyes, Killing

A Black-robed Man stood silently at the entrance of the hall, enveloped in a strange aura.

Even the Nether Race powerhouses present felt a sense of unease after sensing it, showing just how strange he was.

The figure at the head of the hall suddenly trembled with power, seemingly very surprised by the sudden appearance of the Black-robed Man, with a hint of undetectable wariness mixed in.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, "So it's Brother Xie Tong. Is this entry into the world for..."

Before Ming Cang could finish speaking, the Black-robed Man, called Xie Tong, said indifferently, "That's right, the day of my lord's agreement with your clan's lord is approaching. I've come specifically to remind you."

Hearing the word 'agreement,' Ming Cang's expression clearly changed subtly, but it was only a fleeting moment before it was hidden away.

"I understand. Then, Brother Xie Tong, why don't you wait for a few days here in my Nether Race?" Ming Cang chuckled softly.

"No, I haven't eaten in ten thousand years. Since I'm out, I naturally need to hunt properly." As Xie Tong spoke, a dense aura of death emanated from his body, rejecting the invitation.

He even looked towards the other Quasi-Emperors in the hall, a hint of dangerous aura spreading.

All the Nether Race Quasi-Emperors who were looked at felt as if they had been targeted by a great terror, and a chill rose from their hearts.

"Alright, then Brother Xie Tong, please feel free. However, I must remind you not to cause too much of a stir."

"Although with your cultivation, there are very few people on the current continent who can rival you, the Human and Demon Clans seem to have mysterious existences guarding them, and they should not be underestimated!" Seeing that the other party's state was a bit off, and combined with some understanding of him, Ming Cang immediately interrupted him.

"Hehe, just a bunch of ants!" Xie Tong slowly withdrew his gaze, said disdainfully, and then disappeared from the hall.

After he left, the other Nether Race Quasi-Emperors couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, always feeling a sense of dread when he was present.

"Ming Cang, who was that man? How is he even more sinister than us?" The first Quasi-Emperor to speak asked.

Upon hearing this, Ming Cang first sensed for a moment, and after confirming that the other party had left, he said with some solemnity, "He comes from the Chaos Eye!"

What?

The other Quasi-Emperors were all greatly surprised. Isn't that the forbidden land of this world? There are actually living beings there!

"Then what is he doing in our Nether Race? Could it be...?" The Quasi-Emperor continued to press.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Knowing some things isn't necessarily a good thing!" Ming Cang said, then remained silent. The other Quasi-Emperors also understood his meaning and wisely shut their mouths...

Xie Tong's figure moved through the void, sweeping across one realm after another at an extremely fast speed.

He didn't stop until he left the Nether Race's realm, unknowingly having arrived at a realm close to the Spirit Race.

This place was a powerful race affiliated with the Spirit Race, named the Celestial Light Race. Its strength was formidable, not weaker than the Ice Clan and Fire Clan under the Human Race in the slightest.

Xie Tong's terrifying divine sense enveloped the entire realm, and a hint of bloodlust flashed in his eyes when he perceived some powerful fluctuations within it.

In the Celestial Light Race's largest city, countless powerhouses of the race gathered, prosperous and flourishing, showing a sense of thriving.

But on this day, an aura of monstrous evil enveloped the entire city, causing countless powerhouses to look up in confusion, their hearts filled with terror.

Xie Tong looked at the many blood sacrifices below, no longer able to restrain the desire in his heart.

He easily tore apart the city's protective array, turning countless Celestial Light Race powerhouses into blood mist.

Countless streaks of bloody light rose from the city and were finally absorbed by his body. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face, but it quickly turned into insatiable hunger.

This horrific scene naturally alarmed the Celestial Light Race powerhouses stationed in the city. Figures emanating powerful auras appeared out of thin air.

They looked at the large areas of wreckage and ruins in the city, their hearts filled with shock and anger, and then at the Black-robed Man in the sky, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

A Great Saint powerhouse, who was the leader, roared, "Who are you? Why do you invade my Celestial Light Race?"

"Killing my clansmen is a crime punishable by death!" Seeing that the other party had no intention of conversing with him, he directly attacked. His figure flickered, charging towards the other party, and fiercely unleashed a fist print.

The terrifying fist print directly shattered the void into nothingness, but when it touched the other party's body, it didn't cause the slightest ripple.

"Mere ant, how dare you be presumptuous!" Xie Tong said indifferently, his tone full of disdain.

Then, with a casual squeeze, he crushed the Great Saint powerhouse in front of him into a ball of blood mist and absorbed it again, the pleasure on his face growing even more intense.

In just a few breaths, a Great Saint powerhouse of the Celestial Light Race fell without even letting out a scream.

This left the many Saint Realm powerhouses below too stunned to speak.

One must know that Great Saint powerhouses are considered pillars even among the Five Great Top-Tier Races.

Not to mention these powerful races affiliated with the top races, their numbers are simply countable on one's fingers.

Because the patriarchs of these powerful races are only at the Half-step God Realm, which shows the status and importance of a Great Saint.

Just as Xie Tong casually stretched out a large hand, wanting to wipe out all the remaining Saint Realm powerhouses.

A light suddenly flared up in the depths of the Celestial Light Race, and an old man with a solemn gaze appeared in the field.

He was the patriarch of the Celestial Light Race, a Half-step God Realm powerhouse.

He first glanced at the tragic state of the city, and then sensed the remaining aura after the previous Great Saint powerhouse's demise.

The killing intent in his heart began to churn violently, but he finally took a deep breath and said, "Fellow Daoist, my Celestial Light Race has no enmity with you, why do you act like this?"

"Hehe, I kill when I want to kill. What are you to dare meddle in my affairs?" Hearing this, Xie Tong merely glanced at the other party indifferently and sneered.

"Your Excellency is being too unreasonable. My Celestial Light Race is backed by the Spirit Race, and we are a powerful race on the continent. Are you not afraid of being held accountable by the Spirit Race?" The Celestial Light Race patriarch directly brought up his backer.

"Spirit Race?" "Haha, do you really think bringing up the Spirit Race will make me stop? If I want to kill you, no one can stop me!" Seeing the other party's unrestrained demeanor, the Celestial Light Race patriarch also gave up the idea of dissuasion, and a jade talisman was crushed by him.

This was a jade talisman bestowed by the Spirit Race, not to be easily used except in times of life and death for the race. Presumably, a powerhouse would soon descend.

The other party's actions were naturally seen by Xie Tong, and he didn't care. What he liked most was watching others' mental changes from hope to despair.

Then he once again extended a large hand towards the city, wanting to annihilate all Celestial Light Race beings.

But how could the Celestial Light Race patriarch turn a blind eye? His powerful aura erupted, wanting to stop him, but in the end, he could only watch his clansmen die one after another.

He himself was casually swatted away by a slap, severely wounded. If the other party hadn't deliberately held back, he would have long since perished.

The other Saint Realm powerhouses also did not escape his deadly grasp, all of them being killed by him.

Watching the once vibrant city turn into ruins, and countless clansmen dying inexplicably at the hands of the other party, the Celestial Light Race patriarch's old tears streamed down, his eyes splitting with rage, and his body trembled violently like a sieve.

At this moment, a terrifying pressure descended, accompanied by a voice like a booming bell that resounded: "Who dares to bully my subordinate clan!"