Primordial Era: Demon Clan Massacre? I Summon Qin Shi Huang

"Die!!"

Kunpeng's voice was distorted and hoarse, filled with the supreme killing intent of a quasi-saint, like the cold wind of the Netherworld sweeping across the soul.

With a sudden flap of his sky-covering wings, the laws of space shattered and reformed between his wings.

He transformed into an elusive streak of dark gold light, instantly traversing countless overlapping voids, and appeared less than a hundred feet above Ying Zheng and Li Shimin.

Its speed was so fast that even divine sense could not lock onto it, and the eyes could only catch a fleeting, tragic afterimage.

This is the fastest speed in the primordial world—the Heavenly Roc Speed!

One of Kunpeng's extended claws gleamed with a chilling light, its tip wrapped in the icy aura of the Northern Sea, like a hook tearing through the heavens and earth, fiercely grabbing at Ying Zheng's crown.

This claw strike contained the full power of Kunpeng's furious attack. If it landed firmly, even if Ying Zheng had the protection of the Twelve Golden Men and the blessing of human fortune, he would be torn to pieces on the spot, soul and all!

"Be careful, Emperor Qin!"

Li Shimin was shocked and instinctively drew back the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand, wanting to rescue him.

But when a Quasi-Saint personally intervened, the suffocating sense of superiority made these newly-broken Taiyi and Daluo cultivators unable to even muster the thought of resistance. In fact, the flow of their internal magical power became extremely sluggish.

They could only watch helplessly as the hand of death descended.

Ying Zheng's eyes were filled with resentment. He gritted his teeth and wanted to burn his luck and fight to the death with the black dragon, but he found that the space-time around him was blocked by Kunpeng.

Despair gripped my heart.

At this critical moment.

"Old bird, who gave you the guts to mess with my people on my turf?"

A languid yet chilling voice, seemingly emanating from the end of the river of time, suddenly exploded in Kunpeng's ears.

Followed by.

There were no massive fluctuations of magical power, nor any dazzling supernatural light.

Only a square, smooth, and jade-like seal, seemingly ordinary yet exuding a chilling aura, appeared out of nowhere and abruptly in front of Kunpeng's face.

It was less than 0.01 centimeters away from his sharp, hooked nose!

"What?!"

Kunpeng's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his heart skipped a beat, and his feathers bristled instantly.

He didn't even see how it appeared!

It's as if it was always there, waiting for itself to crash into it!

A sense of crisis!

That potentially fatal sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed his reason.

Before he could even make any dodging move.

Snapped! ! !

A crisp, loud sound, like a slap in the face in the mortal world, resounded throughout the entire primordial void, even drowning out the sounds of battle on the battlefield.

The large seal, carrying a terrifying power of rules called "Humanity Supreme," ignored the protective divine light on Kunpeng's body that was strong enough to defend against attacks from innate spiritual treasures, and slammed solidly and fiercely into Kunpeng's sinister old face.

"Awooo—!!!"

The Kunpeng let out a mournful cry that was extremely shrill and unlike any human voice.

His proud quasi-saint body, a demonic form tempered by the icy winds of the Northern Sea for millions of years, was as fragile as tofu in front of this great seal.

His high nasal bridge was instantly shattered, half of his cheek collapsed, and several bloody teeth mixed with broken flesh flew out. His eyeballs were smashed and bulged out, almost popping out of their sockets.

He was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he came, by this unparalleled force!

Rumble!

The Kunpeng's body, like an out-of-control meteor, streaked across the sky in a tragic bloody line, smashing through dozens of ancient divine mountains before finally crashing into the depths of the East Sea.

Feathers flew everywhere, each one stained with the blood of a quasi-saint, a horrifying sight.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The battlefield, which was originally filled with the deafening sounds of fighting and shouts of battle, was now completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The million demon soldiers were dumbfounded, their hands holding weapons frozen in mid-air.

The human army was dumbfounded, their mouths agape, wondering if they were dreaming.

What did they see?

A dignified demon master, a powerful figure in the late quasi-saint stage, and a top expert in the primordial world, was actually sent flying by a "brick"?!

And it was a photo of her face!

Is this... is this still the same arrogant demon master who looked down on all living beings as ants?

Is this really not an illusion?

"Martial Ancestor (Your Majesty)!"

Ying Zheng and Li Shimin looked at the figure who suddenly appeared in mid-air, dressed in white, holding a large seal in one hand, and their eyes instantly blazed with an incomparably fanatical light.

coming!

That man made his move!

Su Han held the Kongtong Seal in one hand, his expression calm. He gently blew away a speck of dust that had settled on the seal, as if he had just casually swatted a fly instead of knocking away a Quasi-Saint.

He slowly turned around, looking at the huge whirlpool that was slowly rising in the direction of the East China Sea, a hint of mockery on his lips.

"Come out, stop pretending to be dead."

"If a dignified demon master could be so easily killed, then you're too useless, even worse than that good-for-nothing Jiuying."

boom!

A towering column of water shot into the sky, reaching straight into the clouds.

Kunpeng emerged from the sea with disheveled hair and a face covered in blood, completely soaked. He no longer resembled a wise and enlightened master.

At this moment, his entire face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose was crooked to one side, and half of his face was swollen high, making him look both comical and terrifying.

"Su Han!!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill your entire clan!!!"

Kunpeng stared intently at the large seal in Su Han's hand, his eyes filled with resentment, madness, and a lingering sense of apprehension.

"What kind of magical artifact is that?!"

"Why is my protective divine light ineffective against it?! Why can't my divine sense detect its trajectory?!"

He couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand it.

He possesses the Heavenly Roc Speed!

Even if a saint wanted to hit him in the face, it wouldn't be that easy. If he couldn't win, he could at least run away!

Just now, he clearly saw the large seal, but his body seemed to be frozen by some strange law, and he could only watch helplessly as it crashed down.

This feeling of powerlessness drove him mad! The shame made him feel like he was about to explode!

"Want to know?"

Su Han's lips curled into a playful smile as he gently tossed the Kongtong Seal, which shimmered with golden light, into his hand.

"Because it is—the Kongtong Seal!"

"Humanity's greatest treasure, used to punish those who dare to defy it!"

"As long as you are in the primordial world, as long as you face the human race, this great seal will always hit! It will always be a critical hit! It will always break through defenses!"

"This is... a dimensional reduction attack!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Su Han's eyes suddenly changed, the playfulness vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"One more time, let's see if your mouth is still so stubborn!"

Swish!

Su Han did not move; he simply flicked his arm and casually tossed the Kongtong Seal away.

The movements looked effortless and utterly unpretentious, like a mischievous child throwing stones.

But in Kunpeng's eyes, this scene was like a judgment brought down by the Heavenly Dao, like the scythe of death being wielded!

"Damn it! I don't believe it!"

Kunpeng roared, its magical power burning wildly within its body, and its wings flapping wildly behind it.

"The Heavenly Roc Soaring and Horizontal Technique!"

Swish swish!

His figure instantly transformed into countless afterimages, filling the entire void, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

He was going to use absolute speed to outmaneuver this strange magical artifact!

however.

The next second, a scene that filled him with despair unfolded.

The flying Kongtong Seal did not chase after the afterimages that filled the sky, nor was it misled by any illusions.

Instead, it seemed to have crossed the river of time and space, disappearing directly from its original spot and then suddenly appearing at an extremely tricky and bizarre angle.

That location was precisely where the true form of Kunpeng was moving at lightning speed and was about to land!

The feeling was as if Kunpeng had willingly offered his still-intact half of his face to the great seal to be beaten.

This bizarre causal shock sent chills down Kunpeng's spine and made his very soul tremble.

"No--!!"

He wanted to stop, wanted to turn, but inertia had already carried him into the crash.

Snapped! ! !

Another crisp, melodious, and resounding boom echoed through the heavens and earth.

This time, it hit Kunpeng squarely on the left cheek.

Blood splattered, and the remaining few teeth were also knocked out.

Kunpeng screamed again and flew away, this time flying even further and in a more disheveled state, crashing directly into the clouds of the Thirty-Three Heavens and disappearing into the horizon as a black dot.

"Run! We have to run!"

"These humans are too strange! This magical artifact is too effective against me!"

Kunpeng, which was flying backwards, had completely lost its mind, and only this one thought remained in its mind.

Fear completely overwhelmed anger and shame.

He could feel that the human will contained in the Kongtong Seal was frantically eroding his primordial spirit, and that pain was a hundred times more terrible than physical pain.

If the fight continues, he really will die here!

What are military orders and face? They're all worthless in the face of life!

"Su Han! I will remember this humiliation!"

"There's plenty of time, we'll see!!"

From the distant horizon, came the mournful and unwilling roar of the Kunpeng, its voice trembling slightly.

Followed by.

That dark golden light, with a frenzied speed that seemed to burn its very essence, fled directly toward the North Sea without looking back, not even daring to glance at it again.

His speed was even faster than at his peak, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the spatial barrier and disappeared without a trace.

Ran.

A dignified Quasi-Saint, a demon master of the demon race, was actually driven away!

Moreover, his face was swollen from being beaten, and his teeth were knocked out. He fled in a sorry state like a stray dog!

This scene not only shattered the majesty of the Demon Master's Palace, but also completely destroyed the last psychological defense of the million demon soldiers.

"The... the Demon Master... ran away?"

"The commander-in-chief is dead, and the sorcerer has run away... Have we been abandoned?"

"My God! These humans are monsters! Run!"

An atmosphere of despair spread instantly, and the million demon soldiers collapsed in an instant.

The once orderly formation crumbled into disarray, with countless demons abandoning their armor and fleeing in all directions, crying out for their parents, wishing they had two more legs.

Su Han withdrew the Kongtong Seal, looking in the direction where the Kunpeng had disappeared, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"You're lucky you ran fast."

Although I really wanted to keep this old bird to make soup, the Quasi-Saint was determined to escape, making it really difficult to kill.

Especially for speed-based creatures like Kunpeng, unless a sage intervenes or a trap is set up beforehand, it's really difficult to catch them.

but.

He's gone, but these henchmen aren't!

Su Han slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the chaotic million demon soldiers below, who were like headless flies.

"Come and go as you please?"

"What is my ancestral homeland? A public toilet?"

"Since you're here, don't leave!"

Su Han's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the deepest hell, carrying an endless stench of blood, making all the fleeing demon soldiers feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their hands and feet turning icy cold.

"Emperor Qin! Emperor Tang!"

"exist!!"

Ying Zheng and Li Shimin stepped forward at the same time, covered in blood, yet their fighting spirit was boundless and their killing intent was palpable.

"Pass on my orders!"

Su Han waved his hand, pointing at the deserters scattered across the mountains and fields, his eyes showing no pity.

"Block out all sides!"

"Leave no one alive!!"

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