What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

The swirling demonic energy around the Bone Throne suddenly froze for a moment.

Aro's right hand, raised high and poised to welcome the feast of human infighting, froze abruptly in mid-air.

The once dazzling magical light in his palm flickered awkwardly and violently a few times, like a neon light that had lost power, before going out.

Aro's handsome face, which was originally full of confidence, elegance, and arrogance, was now twitching uncontrollably with large, bulging muscles.

"How could this be? This can't be..."

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Aro screamed hysterically in his heart.

According to his original, perfect script, things shouldn't have turned out this way!

In his plan, the moment the sky was filled with black demonic light, these human elites who had eaten countless "bait" should have their demonic essence fully awakened within them within one-hundredth of a second.

Their skin should fester and their flesh should detach, transforming them into grotesque, skeletal monsters.

Abyssal monsters that only know how to kill and destroy!

Then, the monsters would turn around with bloodshot eyes, open their blood-red mouths, and use their sharp teeth and claws to tear the few "lucky ones" around them to pieces, swallowing them whole, skin and bones!

He should be sitting here, listening to the crunching sound of flesh and bone being chewed, watching humanity bleed to death in despair and betrayal, and savoring the most extreme pain and wailing in the world.

But now?

Why is there no movement?!

Aro's breathing became heavy, and his gaze suddenly shifted, locking onto the boulder below.

That loud-voiced young human martial artist just now...

What on earth was that dark, sticky, canned food that he just took out, looking like a lump of dried grime?!

Why did the martial artist, who had clearly fully awakened his demonic seed and was about to become a demon, have his original demonic seed completely wiped out in the blink of an eye after being forcibly fed those two mouthfuls of black goo?

Not only that.

Why do those ants say that they've all eaten this grotesque, shit-like thing before?!

who is it?

Who exactly is sabotaging my grand plan behind the scenes?!

At that moment, Aro's mind exploded with a barrage of questions, which sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

The questions and doubts in his mind were so complex and numerous that they could fill a thick book called "100,000 Whys".

Or it could be "Blue Cat's 3000 Questions".

Just as Aro was sinking into deep self-doubt and his mind was in complete chaos.

A crisp sound of air being cut suddenly came from the human camp below.

"Whoosh!"

Liu Bo secretly made a hand gesture, then stomped his toes on the broken stone tablet, and rose into the air like a purple meteor shooting against the sky.

It came to a steady stop in mid-air.

He stood about a hundred meters away from the enormous white bone throne in mid-air.

Liu Bo, carrying his battle sword in one hand, stood casually in the void, his face showing not a trace of the fear and awe one would expect when facing the Abyss Demon King.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at Aro from head to toe, a smirk playing on his lips, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey, um...you're Luo, right?"

This clear shout, carrying surging Yuan energy, instantly spread throughout the entire desolate wasteland.

Aro's eye twitched violently as he stared intently at Liu Bo.

Liu Bo chuckled, shifted to a more comfortable position, moved his battle sword over his shoulder, and activated the main tank's taunt skill:

"Hey Ronaldinho."

"What I was saying just now was, what exactly did I say?"

Liu Bo deliberately adopted a high-pitched voice, mimicking A Luo's arrogant and sickly tone, and began to act in an affected manner:

"Years in the making? The grand finale?"

"The one who manipulates the winds of change?"

"Oh my, tsk tsk tsk..."

Liu Bo resumed his hoarse voice, smacking his lips and shaking his head repeatedly:

"Seriously! When it comes to showing off, I've never admired anyone in my life. Today, I really want to become your apprentice right here and now!"

"Seriously, I'm even thinking of writing down your lines in a notebook so I can act them out when I'm rich!"

At this point, Liu Bo suddenly paused.

The playful smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of deep contempt and disgust.

"But what was the result?"

Liu Bo suddenly turned around and shouted at Brother Yang, who was staring in disbelief below.

"Hey Yang, just confess, aren't you one of Xiao Luo's accomplices?"

Yang, looking completely bewildered, pointed a finger at himself and said, "Me?"

Liu Bo curled his lip in disdain and turned his gaze back to where Aro was.

"The Primal Demon Seed!"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Only one was converted? No, half!"

"This is your KPI? Are you sure you won't get fired on the spot by that Demon Emperor when you go back to the Abyss?"

"Seriously, if I were you, I'd dig my own brain out right then and there and use it as a punching bag, smashing my head against it until I died!"

"To save yourself from making a fool of yourself here and disgracing your entire old demon family!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Liu Bo's rapid-fire, barbed, and even offensive rant, carrying the roar of Yuan energy, reverberated across the desolate land for dozens of miles, lingering for a long time.

In that instant, not only was the Demon King Aro, who was sitting on the throne, completely stunned by the scolding.

Even the 100,000 human warriors below, who had just been reborn and were preparing to watch the spectacle, were all dumbfounded and frozen in place after hearing Liu Bo's earth-shattering speech.

Three or four seconds passed before the human camp erupted in a massive uproar of exclamations.

"Holy crap... this guy's seriously courting death?! That's a Demon King! A living, breathing Abyss Demon King!"

"He's gone mad! Utterly mad! He's not satisfied with just dying already, he's determined to max out the Demon King's hatred on the spot!"

"Dude! Take my advice, show off and run! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Awesome! I've never admired anyone in my life. This guy with the knife, I call you the strongest in the whole arena!"

A cacophony of exclamations, attempts to dissuade, and gasps of surprise rose and fell.

At the very front of the crowd, several captains of elite guards from various prefectures, led by Xu Feng, the captain of the Tianlong Guard, were so frightened when they heard Liu Bo call out "Xiao Luo" for the first time that their hearts almost stopped beating on the spot.

Their faces turned deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat instantly soaked through their inner linings.

Mocking the Demon King?!

Just standing on the ground and thinking about those two words made Xu Feng feel his scalp tingle as if it were being frantically bitten by millions of ants.

What level of existence is that?

Demon King!

A peerless powerhouse at the Dao Integration Realm!

That's a top-tier powerhouse on par with Li Junshan, the prefect of Haichuan Prefecture, and Shen Yue, the prefect of Wuyue Prefecture!

Those beings of that level, once truly enraged, could unleash a monstrous storm with a mere breath, and with a flick of their sleeves, reduce a mountain range of tens of thousands of feet in circumference to dust!

And what about you, Liu Bo?

A young man at the Ninth Heaven Realm!

At best, he's considered a genius among the younger generation.

A cultivator at the Ninth Heaven Realm ran to within a hundred meters of a Demon King at the Harmony Realm and started pointing his finger at him and cursing.

What gives you the right?!

Is your father a fundamental law or a creator god?

"Damn it! How could this kid be so reckless!"

Xu Feng's eyes turned red with anger, and his teeth were grinding together.

He wished he could kick Liu Bo, this outspoken and conspicuous person, back to the rear and lock him up for three to five years to reflect on his actions!

But we have to get them back first.

"Tianhai Realm! Follow me to save them!"

Xu Feng roared, his legs suddenly exerted force, and his tall body transformed into a golden streak of light, soaring straight into the sky.

Following closely behind were four or five captains from the Lord's elite guards, including the Underworld Guard, the Flowing Cloud Guard, and the Clear Mist Guard.

These powerful individuals, whose strength had already reached the Heavenly Sea Realm, all had extremely serious expressions at this moment, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to face the challenge head-on.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several terrifying auras exploded in mid-air.

Several captains of the Heavenly Sea Realm unleashed their full Yuan Power, and crimson, dark blue, and cyan light intertwined in the void.

They used almost all their speed, rushing to Liu Bo's side in a fraction of a second, using their own flesh and blood and their Yuan energy shields to firmly protect him from behind.

Heavy walls of water and raging wind shields coalesced in front of them. They stared intently at the bone throne opposite them, their muscles tense and their palms sweating profusely.

They were terrified that the Demon King on the other side might slap them in a fit of rage, turning them all into mincemeat.

Xu Feng stood at the front, turned around abruptly, his large, round eyes filled with barely suppressed rage, and let out a low, furious roar at Liu Bo behind him.

"What are you doing?!"

"Do you even know who you're talking to? Are you out of your mind?!"

Xu Feng was so angry that his whole body was trembling violently, and even his voice was trembling.

"Are you tired of living?! This isn't the place for you to act up!"

"Get back there now! Right now!"