333: Chapter 333 Golden Madman! Bear Barbarian! Thunder Sky! The Three New Generation Bears!

One year passed in the blink of an eye.

At the peak of Zixiao Peak, thunder faded away, and the first light of dawn broke.

Shi Jian sat cross-legged at the edge of the Thunder Pool and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze pierced through the sea of clouds, looking toward the territory of the Human Race in the east. After a long while, he let out a very faint sigh.

"They didn't take the bait after all."

Shi Jian spoke faintly to the Void Realm: "Fellow Daoists, disperse. This group of Human Race old monsters is even more patient than tortoises."

As his voice fell, ripples appeared in the void around the Myriad Demon Domain.

Seven or eight obscure yet terrifying Auras of Yao Kings slowly dissipated; Yuan Shan of the Tianyuan Domain, Ao Hai of the Dragon Domain, and others had been lurking in secret for a whole year, just waiting for the Human Race Nascent Soul cultivators to lose their patience and attack so they could swarm them and kill a few Human Race Nascent Soul cultivators.

Unfortunately, those old bastards like Ziyang and Qingxuan simply watched as their territory was slaughtered for a year without moving an inch.

"It is no wonder the Human Race has been able to occupy the continent for so many years."

White Crane's figure manifested in the clouds, waving his folding fan, his eyes filled with a hint of gravity: "To be able to endure what ordinary people cannot—these old bastards are truly not easy to deal with."

Shi Jian stood up, his purple-white robes rustling in the wind.

"No matter."

"If they don't come out, we will drain their blood bit by bit. Like a dull knife cutting flesh, we shall see how long they can hold out."

Shi Jian lowered his head, looking down at the foot of Zixiao Peak.

"Calculating the time, the little ones should be returning as well."

A moment later, violent roars of beasts came from the outskirts of the Myriad Demon Domain.

The ground trembled, and trees toppled.

A herd of beasts, bathed in blood and reeking of Evil Qi, stepped into the core of the Myriad Demon Mountains.

When they left, there were over a hundred Foundation Establishment Bear Clan Yao Beasts, their Auras like rainbows.

Upon returning, only seventy-odd remained, nearly half lost.

But the seventy-odd Bear Clan Yao Beasts that survived were all elites among the Five Bear Lineages, each exuding a heart-palpitating Aura.

Every gaze was filled with wildness and murderous intent; that was the ferocity that could only be tempered after rolling through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The seventy-odd giant bears knelt in unison at the foot of Zixiao Peak, making the mountain tremble slightly. The thick stench of blood soared into the sky.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor!"

The roar was like thunder, filled with endless fanaticism.

Shi Jian stood in the Void Realm, his gaze sweeping across the scene below.

Shi Pan and Shi Yin, the two Golden Core Yao Generals, had already descended into the field a step ahead to count the harvest of the past year.

Human Race heads with eyes wide open in death rolled out, and soon, a monument of heads had piled up at the foot of Zixiao Peak.

Three hundred and twenty-seven!

All of them were heads of Foundation Establishment Cultivators of the Human Race!

Among them were many elites of the Late Foundation Establishment Stage and even the False Core Realm.

"Well done."

Shi Jian nodded slightly, his voice spreading across the entire field.

"The Yao Race should look like the Yao Race. This year, you have proven to the Xuanling continent that the blades of my Myriad Demon Domain are still sharp!"

The bears held their heads high, their eyes full of bloodlust and pride.

"Reward merit based on deeds!" Shi Jian shouted.

Shi Pan stepped forward, holding a roster in his hand. His gaze swept over the bears and finally landed on the three strongest giant bears.

"Dark Gold Lineage: Jin Kuang! Killed twenty-one Foundation Establishment Cultivators, including seven of the same rank at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"Primitive Lineage: Xiong Man! Killed eighteen Foundation Establishment Cultivators, swallowed four cities, and exterminated nine vassal Families of the Zhengqi Sect!"

"Thunder Bear Lineage: Lei Qiong! Killed thirty-one Foundation Establishment Cultivators, slaughtered thirteen Families in the Qingcang Kingdom, destroyed two cities, and killed twelve of the same rank!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bears were in an uproar.

All eyes converged on the three giant bears at the front.

Jin Kuang was covered in sword marks, and there was a deep scar on his right eye that reached the bone—a mark left by a Sword Cultivator of the Taiqing Sect, which only added to his ferocity.

Xiong Man was as huge as a mountain, his grayish-brown fur stained dark red by blood, his entire body exuding a sickening Aura of Evil Qi.

Lei Qiong had his hair standing on end, his lightning light restrained. His gaze was the coldest, and the string of human heads hanging around his waist were all elites from various factions within the Qingcang Kingdom!

Shi Jian looked at these three outstanding members of the younger generation, a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

This was the effectiveness of raising Gu.

"Jin Kuang, Xiong Man, step forward." Shi Jian said.

The two giant bears took big strides forward and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Shi Mo of the Dark Gold Lineage has fallen, and the Primitive Lineage has always been loose. Today, I shall appoint you both as the new Lineage Masters of the Dark-Gold and Primitive Lineages!"

Shi Jian waved his large sleeve.

Two streams of light flew out and landed in the hands of Jin Kuang and Xiong Man respectively.

It was a third-tier Spiritual Plant radiating rich Geng Metal Qi, and the skeleton of a sixth-level Yao Beast surging with energy and blood.

"Thank you for the Old Ancestor's grace!"

Jin Kuang and Xiong Man kowtowed excitedly. With these third-tier spiritual items, they had the Foundation to impact higher Realms.

Shi Jian's gaze shifted to Lei Qiong.

"Lei Qiong."

"Here!" Lei Qiong raised his head abruptly, lightning shooting from his eyes, his breathing rapid.

Shi Jian raised his right hand.

A wisp of azure lightning danced at his fingertips; the wild and destructive Way of Thunder energy instantly scorched the surroundings.

Azure Thunder Fierce Profound Qi!

"You killed the most enemies, this wisp of heaven and earth qi is yours."

Shi Jian flicked his finger.

The lightning turned into a bolt and shot directly into the center of Lei Qiong's brow.

Boom!

Lei Qiong's body shook violently. His own lightning and the azure lightning intertwined crazily on his body. His Aura skyrocketed instantly, faintly touching the threshold of Core Formation...

"Thunder Bear Lineage, the three elders of the Thunder Family are gone, and you are the new hope of the Thunder Bear Lineage!"

Shi Jian's voice was low and majestic.

"Wild Thunder Peak has the best affinity with the Azure Thunder. If you cannot achieve Golden Core, then die inside and pay for this great righteousness of the predecessors with your life."

Lei Qiong gritted his teeth, enduring the tearing sensation of the heaven and earth qi entering his body.

He turned his head to look at the distant Wild Thunder Peak shrouded in lightning. That was the blessed land shaped by Elder Lei Kuang with his life for their Juniors.

"Lei Qiong, accepts the order!"

"I will definitely not let down the Old Ancestor! Nor the elders!"

Lei Qiong let out a roar, turned into a violent thunderbolt, and rushed straight toward Wild Thunder Peak to enter seclusion immediately...

On Wild Thunder Peak, thunderclouds rolled, completely swallowing Lei Qiong's figure.

Shi Jian withdrew his gaze and looked at the remaining Bear Clan Yao Beasts.

The Bear Clan Yao Beasts of the Panshi Lineage and Frost-Snow Lineage all lowered their heads, looking ashamed.

This year, although they had also killed people, their performance was mediocre, far less dazzling than the three bears: Jin Kuang, Xiong Man, and Lei Qiong.

Shi Pan and Shi Yin, the two Yao Generals, also had dark expressions.

Their own lineage's little ones were not competitive, and they had no face; especially at this juncture...

The Old Ancestor's close kin, the Thunder Bear Lineage, first had elders seeking a path through death, and then Juniors like Lei Qiong emerging to inherit the Thunder Bear Lineage's Legacy.

In contrast, their tribes seemed very disappointing.

"The rest, go to Shi Pan to collect rewards based on the number of heads."

Shi Jian did not reprimand them too much.

Survival of the fittest is the Law of the Yao Race; without outstanding performance, one can only become the mediocre bottom layer.

"The Hunter's Order ends here."

"Seal the mountains across the domain and recuperate!"

With Shi Jian's order, the Myriad Demon Domain returned to peace once again.

But all the Yao Beasts knew that this peace was only to welcome the next more violent storm. If the Yao Race wants to continue to survive on the continent, slaughter and sacrifice are unstoppable.

At the peak of Zixiao Peak.

Shi Jian stood with his hands behind his back, and White Crane walked to his side.

"With such pressure, aren't you afraid that the little guy Lei Qiong won't be able to hold on and will also Dao-transform on that Wild Thunder Peak?" White Crane waved his folding fan and asked softly.

"If he can't hold on, that is his fate."

Shi Jian's voice was cold.

"For the Yao Race to rise, there must be Yao willing to die; if Lei Zhen and the others died, and if Lei Qiong dies, then we replace him with the next one."

"Until someone can truly carry this banner."

White Crane sighed and said no more.

He looked up toward the distant Human Race territory.

A year of bloodbath.

Although the high-level members of the four Human Race kingdoms had not moved, the Foundation of the lower levels had been fiercely torn off a piece of meat by the Myriad Demon Domain.

"Brother Shi, the Human Race probably won't let it go at that."

"Qingxuan of the Taiqing Sect, Ziyang of the Shangqing Sect, and the others are not people who would suffer in silence. They have been hiding like tortoises for a year, I fear there is a trick."

Shi Jian sneered, dismissing it: "A trick?"

"I would like to see what kind of tricks they can play."

"Besides, this old ghost Ziyang won't live much longer. I don't believe they have any cards left to play now."