I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world-Chapter 447 - 41 Leaving the Demon Tribe, Heading to the Western Frontier of the Human Race

Chapter 447: Chapter 41 Leaving the Demon Tribe, Heading to the Western Frontier of the Human Race

"Senior Qing Luan, that person has left."

A figure strode forward from a distance, their eyes solemnly fixed on the direction Liang Hui had departed.

"He should have left."

The woman smoothed out the wrinkles on her feather robe, her eyes filled with solemnity as she spoke:

"Where did you provoke such a strong adversary?"

To contend with an existence like herself, if it came to a life and death struggle, she had no confidence in securing the final victory.

The figure approaching from afar now revealed their appearance, clad in Golden Armor, with long hair draped over their shoulders, and a rebellious face.

It was the Kunpeng Descendant, the leader of the Demon Master Palace.

"For a hundred years, we have thoroughly investigated all records of battles with that person, as well as the source."

"We can almost be certain that we never intentionally provoked him."

"Not at all?" Qing Luan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

A moment later, the woman waved her jade hand.

"Let’s not mention that person for now, remember the matter you once promised us."

"Leave the Great Wilderness Realm within a thousand years, or we will take action ourselves to send you back."

"I will not break my word!"

The Golden Armor man spoke directly, his expression stern.

Upon hearing this, Qing Luan nodded and walked towards the Chaos.

Just as she was about to leave, a resentful voice reached the woman’s ears.

"Senior Qing Luan, may I know how my father is doing now?"

It had been a long time since they had been in contact with the Demon Master, and even the elders of the clan had all lost contact; they had no choice but to seek assistance from the Nuwa Emperor lineage.

Qing Luan paused her steps slightly, then continued forward, her enigmatic voice echoing through the Chaos.

"My master once said, they are probably never coming back."

The Golden Armor man’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. Was the situation really so dire?

As for whether Qing Luan was deceiving him, that was an impossibility. No being dared to fabricate stories about the might of Great Luo.

Huff~

A breath of murky air was exhaled.

The Golden Armor man turned and headed towards the Demon Master Palace.

In such circumstances, it was indeed time for them to leave.

...

Western Frontier of the Human Race!

A majestic city constructed from the accumulation of the Great Yue, standing as if an ancient deity upon the mountains and rivers.

Beings lined up to enter the city, as though they were devotees coming to worship a deity.

Liang Hui, wearing a black robe and a dark gold mask, looked at the long line of people.

"I’ve finally reached the territory of the Human Race."

Since leaving the Demon Tribe, he had traveled through various landscapes, witnessed countless beings, and at last arrived at the Human Race.

As he reflected, he took steps forward, passing one figure after another, directly entering the city.

Whether Human Race or other beings, it seemed as though they did not see the youth.

Liang Hui walked on the stone pavement, observing the streets that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, as well as the various shops on both sides of the streets, listening to the sounds of vendors hawking their wares.

The corners of the youth’s mouth involuntarily lifted into a smile.

Such bustling splendor, such rolling dust of the world, was truly enchanting.

Unfortunately, despite such bustle, there was no being within the city strong enough to be called a powerhouse of the Human Race.

Aimlessly walking, he took in all sorts of exotic goods before finally stopping in front of a teahouse.

’Viewing Spirit Teahouse.’

Liang Hui looked up at the signboard above the teahouse and stepped inside.

Upon entering the doorway, the surrounding environment began to extend and enlarge continuously until it was a space of ten miles.

A mere common spatial technique, nothing worth being surprised about.

"Dear guest, welcome to the Viewing Spirit Teahouse, what kind of tea would you like to drink?"

A young man dressed like a servant came from the counter, his demeanor respectful.

"Bring a pot of every kind of tea,"

"And arrange for me a spot with a broad view."

"Alright, dear guest, please follow me."

After that, the young man led Liang Hui towards the second floor, soon arriving at a table by the railing.

Liang Hui’s gaze fell as he looked down at the bustling crowd, giving a light nod of his forehead to express his satisfaction.

"If the guest is satisfied, I will now fetch some tea for you."

He sat down and gestured with his hand, indicating that the young man could leave.

Before long, a pot of tea was brought up.

Liang Hui held the jade cup and gently sipped, savoring the taste.

A moment later, he nodded his forehead again.

Good tea!

While enjoying his tea, the young man observed the ceaseless stream of life below.

Time passed, and suddenly, a familiar figure entered his field of vision.

It was a rough-faced, big-eyed man with a square mouth and a long saber slung at his waist—Great Han.

Hong Ti!

He had been captured in the Demon Tribe’s territory.

Then, he came to persuade him to stop massacring the Demon Tribe.

Next to Hong Ti stood an old man with white hair, a stern face, and a Taoist Robe.

Liang Hui didn’t hide his form or gaze, so when he saw Hong Ti, Hong Ti noticed him.

Hong Ti slightly turned his head, and after whispering something to the old man,

A Spiritual Sense, sharp as a sword, shot directly toward him, brazen and overbearing, aiming to penetrate his face.

Liang Hui’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as a hint of chill appeared in his eyes, gently placing the tea cup down.

Bang!

A ring of invisible ripples rose up, spreading forth, destroying everything intangible in its path.

In an instant, the probing Spiritual Sense completely crumbled to nothing.

The old man, as if struck by lightning, trembled violently, coughing up blood in mouthfuls that stained his white beard red.

He pushed away Hong Ti who came to support him.

"Do you realize what you’ve done, yet you dare to make a move here?"

The old man’s face was ice-cold, his voice quivering with suppressed anger, causing every member of the Human Race to stop and look towards the tea house.

"You slaughtered indiscriminately, triggering a war between Humans and Demons, leading to the deaths of countless Human Race on the path."

"Dozens of bloodlines have been extinguished, my sons, grandchildren, friends, all fell."

The somber voice grew louder before transforming into a roar that seemed to tear apart the clouds.

"Come back with me to White Cloud Cave, and let the ancestors judge your sins."

At this moment, a multitude of gazes turned towards him as various discussions echoed through the streets.

"Could the war a hundred years ago not have been initiated by the Demon Tribe, but by the man before us?"

"That massacre was too brutal, with countless Human Race falling and numerous lineages extinguished, turning half of the Western Frontier into ruins."

"If he is indeed the one responsible, then he must atone with his death."

....

The noise grew louder, movements of malice pouring in.

The war in the Western Frontier a century ago—they had mostly been involved, witnessed it, and lost friends and family forever.

"Fools!"

Liang Hui whispered in a low voice, sighing. It was unclear whether he was referring to Hong Ti, the old man, or the people of the entire Human Race within the city.

He didn’t care about being pressured by the greater situation.

Was it after saving the Moonlight Demon Clan that he gave the old man a wrong judgment?

Liang Hui extended his palm, gently pointed, and Finger Force materialized, shattering hundreds of the Human Race.

Boom boom boom~~~

A blood-red trench stretching dozens of miles appeared before the crowd, filled with blood and bones, and severed limbs scattered to the side.

The Finger Force continued forward, finally landing on the body of the old man in the Taoist Robe.

Bang!

He exploded like a fruit, bursting apart.

Scattered blood instantly stained Hong Ti’s robe red.

In an instant, the noisy street fell silent as if someone had hit the pause button, plunging into quietness.