Chapter 723: Chapter 539: The Alien Race’s Reaction
Land of Fallen Gods.
Noon, under the scorching sun, a splendidly golden Holy Hall shimmered with dazzling light.
The Holy Hall, 32 meters wide and 20 meters high, appeared as if made of gold, engraved with mountains, rivers, birds, and beasts. Its ancient shape exuded the aura of time.
Usually deserted, the Holy Hall was now covered by a dense crowd, estimated to be in the thousands.
These figures wore luxurious robes, each with an impressive aura, distorting the space slightly.
In front of the Holy Hall, several Advanced Demon Beasts stood rigid, bound by an invisible force, unable even to utter a sound.
As the ritual music started, over a dozen people slowly emerged, approached the Demon Beasts, and slashed with their blades.
"Buzz—"
Blood flowed on the ground, eventually forming a special character.
In Alien Race language, the character signifies "Worship" and "Sacrifice."
The emergence of the smell of blood heralded the official start of the sacrificial rite, and under the leadership of five figures, the rest began to enter the Holy Hall in order.
Thousands awaited outside the Holy Hall, but only 43 had the qualification to enter.
An hour later, the cumbersome sacrificial ritual concluded.
A man emerged first.
The man looked about forty, about three meters tall, incredibly robust like a giant.
He wore a purple robe, had Dragon Horns on his head, purple long hair, dark purple eyes, and his arms and legs were covered in black-purple Dragon Scales. His bulging muscles overflowed with a sense of power, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, constantly emitting a chilling aura.
People outside the Holy Hall gazed at the man with awe in their eyes.
Dragon King Hai Shan!
The Lord of the Dragon King Hall.
The acknowledged number one in Divine Martial Continent.
"What’s the point of performing the ritual three months early?"
A seemingly puzzled voice came from behind Hai Shan.
A bald man, about two meters five or six, naked from the waist up, with pitch-black skin covered in dark red patterns, followed him out.
The bald man’s eyes had no whites, entirely black, looking somewhat eerie. He had six arms, each covered in pitch-black scales, emitting a chilly and terrifying aura like a Demon God.
The bald man’s name was Tian Qian, Lord of Celestial Hall.
"Soon we will disturb the ancestors, naturally we need to perform the ritual in advance to apologize," Hai Shan said.
"Killing all those who disturb them is the best way to perform the ritual."
Tian Qian said with a cold sneer.
"Two thousand Ninth Grades, can you kill them all?" Hai Shan asked.
"Thirteen routes into Land of Fallen Gods, the presence of monkeys has been spotted."
A woman in a pink gown approached the two, smiling.
The woman’s hands were stained with blood, she had nine fluffy red tails, slender red eyes captivating, exuding irresistible charm.
Seeing the woman appear, many people quickly lowered their heads, not daring to meet her gaze, fearing they might inadvertently lose their sanity.
Compared to Dragon King and Demon King, they seemed more afraid of Jiu Li, the one who refined the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.
Beside the three, there were two more figures, a green-clothed elder and a boy appearing to be only ten years old.
This time, the heads of the Five Great Forces of the Alien Race all mobilized for the ritual.
"I heard Lin Feng’s team plans to poop inside the Holy Hall, is that true?"
Nine fluffy tails swayed slightly behind, Jiu Li asked with a smile.
The announcement from World Alliance and news from the Martial Artist forum, they were already aware.
Some clandestine actions couldn’t escape their notice.
"Very likely, others might not dare, but they definitely have the guts."
The little boy smiled, though only seeming to be a ten-year-old child at 1.23 meters tall, his eyes bore no child-like innocence, only age-worn weariness, his voice sounded old.
"HaHa."
Jiu Li couldn’t help laughing, but the laughter was filled with ridicule and killing intent.
Regardless of whether Lin Feng’s team acted or succeeded, just having such a thought deserved ten thousand deaths.
But as Houtong said, Lin Feng’s team absolutely had the courage.
The Land of Fallen Gods gathered a wealth of Yin Souls, among them strong entities.
These Yin Souls lacked consciousness, sensing energy, instinctively attacking those who entered.
The space of the Land of Fallen Gods was unstable, coupled with the threat of Yin Souls, even they could only choose to enter during the midday heat.
Even at night, they dared not easily allow the energy inside them to leak.
In the Land of Fallen Gods, no one could kill them, but someone could drag them to mutual destruction.
Therefore, in this monkey hunt, they would not act.
As Emperors, it wasn’t their place to act.
"This is the Human Race’s retaliation. Many dare to enter the Holy Hall, but none have ever come out whole."
Hai Shan said calmly.
Jiu Li chuckled, his smile somewhat mad.
"Then, let’s begin."
Tian Qian raised six arms, laughing loudly.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Wave after wave of frenzied shouts of killing echoed like a tsunami across the Land of Fallen Gods, disturbing countless Yin Souls, prompting figures to begin retreating from the Land of Fallen Gods in an orderly manner.
They were going to ambush those trying to enter the Land of Fallen Gods in thirteen passages.
.....
Some rejoice, others worry!
The post published by the Avengers Alliance on the Martial Artist forum invigorated those originally engulfed in despair and sorrow, though some felt anxious about it.
Juxing Club.
In a closed lounge.
The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and cigarettes, now including Chen Junhao and Zhao Zhou among seventeen sitting on the sofa.
These days they had been training; today was a rare day of relaxation.
The reason for relaxation was related to the post by the Avengers Alliance.
Among the seventeen, some were popularity-voted trainees, some were Might Makes Right trainees.
"Brother Zhao, here."
Xie Yixiao took two bottles of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, handing one to Zhao Zhou.
As a helper, one must be perceptive and self-aware when facing trainees.
Those who lack this were eliminated.
Xie Yixiao did well in this aspect.
"Damn."
Zhao Zhou took the whiskey, looking displeased.
Xie Yixiao remained calm because he knew Zhao Zhou was not cursing at him.
Of course, even if he were cursed, he wouldn’t show it.
"Do you think they really dare to poop inside the Holy Hall?"
Someone looked at the phone, browsing the comments on the Martial Artist forum, asking incredulously.
"What wouldn’t they dare?"
Zhao Zhou refuted.
Though having enmity with Yun Tianqi, finding Avengers Alliance unpleasant, Zhao Zhou never doubted their audacity.
They were a group of fearless, reckless lunatics.
In some aspects, even crazier than Pure Land.
If they lacked the courage or opted for other revenge methods, there was no reason to like that comment and reply with "whatever you wish."
"Entering the Land of Fallen Gods is already dangerous enough, those damned fools want to poop inside the Holy Hall, aren’t they setting the Alien Race on a path to madness?"
Zhao Zhou cursed while drinking, alcohol trickling down his collar onto the couch, his face slightly flushed, already somewhat drunk.
"Indeed." said someone.
They didn’t want to be bothered with Avengers Alliance’s posts.
Whether Lin Feng’s team was glamorous, how they won people’s hearts, how their fanbase grew, they wouldn’t envy.
During critical times, having too much fame sometimes wasn’t a good thing.
As long as it didn’t impact them, it was fine.
But angering the alien race would surely increase the task’s difficulty level by one tier.
Or even several tiers.
"It’s indeed quite messed up."
Someone echoed, his tone revealing helplessness.
He only wanted to become a King, in the quickest, safest way possible.
As for everything else, societal order, social unrest, was irrelevant to him.
"They can do whatever, as long as it doesn’t drag us into it."
Someone was very worried, even thinking about giving up.
But the opportunity was too rare, the slot achieved after half a year of hard work, it would be such a waste to give up now.
Moreover, if given up now, with warfare approaching, then even the chance for adventurous endeavors would be gone.
"No need to worry."
Seeing the heavy atmosphere, Chen Junhao smiled to comfort everyone.
"The alien race would try everything to stop us from entering the Land of Fallen Gods. Alien race going mad might actually be beneficial; having someone attract attention is actually good, and the Holy Hall isn’t that easy to enter."
In his opinion, the alien race’s madness might not be a bad thing.
