Tian Yuan

Chapter 2166 Shock, Fear

This was a crushing victory of absolute strength, without any conspiracy or trickery, nor the blessing of any magical weapons.

Witnessing the entire process of the short old man's death, everyone's heart and soul were shocked unimaginably.

There is always someone better than you.

Only then did all creatures truly understand the meaning of this sentence.

What they consider a mountain might be nothing more than a pebble to others, or perhaps even not qualified to be a pebble.

"I must be dreaming."

Many people lost their minds and began to hypnotize themselves, unable to accept such a cruel reality. The fear in their eyes exceeded the limit and became extremely empty, as if their souls had left their bodies, making them look like dead bodies.

Whether they believe it or not, that's the truth.

Even if there were thousands of words, they would not be able to describe the emotional ups and downs of the people present.

What happened today has gone beyond everyone's cognition, and their worldview has been shattered.

In the starry sky, there is only one person who is not imprisoned.

This person was none other than Song Mang. He should have followed Chen Qingyuan's orders and killed all the high-ranking officials of various tribes in the first few rows, but he couldn't help but look back to see how things would develop. He then saw this unforgettable scene, and was stunned and speechless with shock.

Killing the enemy with just one finger, what a style.

Chen Qingyuan's control over power was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He only pressed out a deep pit of law at the location of the stinky rat, and did not affect the surrounding area.

If Chen Qingyuan were to get serious, he could penetrate the entire star field, and his residual power would destroy thousands of stars, causing unrest in the world and the downfall of all things.

"Don't be in a daze, get down to business."

Chen Qingyuan's voice was flat and reached Songmang's ears.

Hearing this, Song Mang trembled all over, as if waking up from a dream.

Although Song Mang tried his best to suppress it, he couldn't hide the emotions surging in his heart. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was trembling: "Little... I understand."

work!

Obey the young master's orders and get things done properly!

As for other things, just put them aside and don't think too much about them.

Songmang was determined in his goal and gripped the sword in his hand even tighter.

He strode towards the leaders of various races and once again turned into the god of death who walked out of the end of hell.

The eyes of this group of top figures standing at the forefront were lifeless, without a glimmer of hope.

tear-

As Song Mang swung his sword, heads shot up into the sky, drifting across the starry sky. Blood splattered, staining the sky. The scene was bloody and tragic, shocking and horrifying.

The profound powers of the leaders of each race were sealed and their souls were locked.

The moment their heads fell, their lives came to an end.

With all life lost, the body withered in the blink of an eye, becoming a headless mummy.

The flesh of the human head drifting in the starry sky fell away, leaving only cold, white bones. Soon, these bones would also turn into dust.

Before long, Song Mang had taken the lives of hundreds of people, and the weakest among them had also reached the late Mahayana realm.

If you pick any one of these dead people and put him in any place in this world, he can become the king and do whatever he wants.

In the past, Song Mang didn't even have the qualifications to meet these people, but now he took their lives with his own hands and pushed them into the abyss of death.

The ups and downs of life are just too great.

If Song Mang hadn't been so resilient, he would have been petrified. He wouldn't have been able to even lift his sword, let alone obey orders.

The middle-level people of various tribes in the rear looked at the flying heads with a blank sea of ​​consciousness, and they all looked dumbfounded.

It's all over!

There are only a very few people who can remain somewhat lucid, their hearts filled with fear, and they are extremely desperate, waiting for death.

"Sir, please give your orders."

After killing so many people, Song Mang's temperament is very different from before. There is an extraordinary murderous aura on his body. If cultivators of the same realm come into close contact with him, they will definitely be frightened and dare not compete with him.

"Go to the gathering place of human monks."

Although Chen Qingyuan knew the specific location of the Human Alliance, he needed Song Mang's company to handle a series of trivial matters.

Now that we have cultivated Song Mang, we must make full use of his role.

"Yes!"

Songmang didn't ask others how to deal with the situation, he just followed orders.

Talk less and do more, and try not to make mistakes.

The two of them boarded a jade-white flying boat and headed towards the Human Alliance.

The restraints on the remaining creatures of various races have not been lifted. Their fate is currently unknown.

By the way, the lord of this ancient city has not yet died.

He saw everything that had just happened clearly. He had been crawling on his stomach, but when the restraining force had noticeably eased a bit, he was able to look up and take in the entire scene.

The weakening of the confinement law must be the work of Chen Qingyuan.

It's a bit of a bad taste. Let others feel hope first, and then watch the light of hope go out with your own eyes. This kind of despair is the most suffocating.

The city lord's expression was filled with extreme fear, beyond words.

Chen Qingyuan didn't take his existence seriously. Therefore, he remained kneeling on the ground, not being killed, and could live a few more days.

Life is better than death!

From the perspective of the city lord and others, death is worse than suffering. However, in their current situation, they are not in a position to end their own lives.

......

There were only Chen Qingyuan and Song Mang on the flying boat.

Chu Mo stayed in a certain void, meditating with his eyes closed.

After Chen Qingyuan has finished dealing with these trivial matters, Chu Mo will come out to meet him again.

Inside an elegant room, Chen Qingyuan sat on a soft chair.

Song Mang stood aside, trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.

Chen Qingyuan repeatedly asked Song Mang to take a seat and not be so reserved. However, Song Mang didn't dare to do so, stating that there was a hierarchy and no one should cross it.

When they met for the first time, although Song Mang felt pressured, he still managed to maintain some composure and had the courage to sit down and have a cup of tea.

After going through this storm, Song Mang deeply realized the dignity of this young man.

Not to mention sitting together and drinking tea, even staying in the same elegant room gives people a very strong feeling of suffocation, as if a mountain is pressing down on one's head and one's heart is about to burst.

You may not care about these customs, but as a subordinate you must always keep them in mind, be careful in your words and actions, and not overstep your bounds.

Songmang is a smart person and has a very clear understanding of his own position.

"What do you think of the human race?"

Even at full speed, the flying boat would likely take several days to reach the Human Alliance. During this time, Chen Qingyuan wanted to chat with Song Mang.

"The human race's life is miserable. While cultivators can still protect themselves to a certain extent, mortals are like livestock, at the mercy of all races. According to historical records, the human race has endured suffering for at least tens of millions of years."

Song Mang has half human blood flowing in his body, so he can understand the pain.

Chen Qingyuan's tone was steady as he asked again, "Anything else?"