The law of the jungle.

This wasn't a metaphor.

It was simply the literal meaning.

In this world, this universe, that was the way things were.

It was truly eating in the real sense!

At this moment, many powerful figures were staring at the Qiongqi Clan expert who had just snatched a bargain...

Some powerhouses remained silent, maintaining neutrality.

Others were angry.

But most felt jealousy and envy.

How they wished they had been the ones with quick eyes and hands just now!

That was the soul of a Pseudo-God Realm expert!

Not only was it a great tonic, but it could also raise one's cultivation by a large margin!

But still, a Pseudo-God Realm expert!

Reaching that level, they were practically the ceiling of the mortal spirits.

Who didn't have some life-saving means and techniques, or precious treasures?

Normally, killing a Pseudo-God Realm opponent would take a great deal of effort.

And it was possible that one would be counter-killed.

The soul of a Pseudo-God Realm expert was extremely rare.

And yet?

He came out to watch a show in the middle of the night and directly harvested a Pseudo-God Realm soul.

The key was that the Pseudo-God Realm expert died unjustly, somewhat inexplicably... he was also a peak Three Revolutions.

Peak Divine Envoy Realm.

One of the ceilings of mortal spirit combat power.

Even if not at the very top, he was just below it, right?

He had enough confidence that he could withstand any attack from a mortal spirit.

So what if Lin Chen dragged a ten-thousand-meter sword-light?

You're ultimately just a mortal spirit!

I have precious treasures.

I'm at peak Three Revolutions and Divine Envoy Realm…

Even if I wasn't prepared.

How could I be split in two directly by your sword-light at the slightest touch?

It could be said that only at the moment of his death and the release of his soul did this Great Sun Golden Crow Clan expert realize... how could this be a mortal spirit?

How could he be just peak Three Revolutions, peak Divine Envoy Realm?

No wonder the Centaur Clan and Hundred-Armed Giant Clan fled one after another…

This Human Clan member was actually so terrifying!

Even his defensive treasures were worthless in the face of his sword-light.

How powerful was this?

Therefore, he still wanted to remind everyone: this Human Clan member was very strange.

Perhaps, he might not even belong to the mortal spirit level!

But before he could speak, he was swallowed by the rushing Qiongqi.

No choice.

The soul of a Pseudo-God Realm expert.

It wasn't enough to just see it and snatch it.

It had to be swallowed directly.

Make it a done deal.

Then, having eaten it,

There was nothing more to say, right?

Whose fault was it that he was careless?

At this time, Yang Tongtian's face was livid as he looked at Rakshasa Tian and asked in a muffled voice, "Can you restrain your subordinates? That was a Pseudo-God Realm expert, can you just eat him directly? Is the Qiongqi Clan going to give our Great Sun Golden Crow Clan an explanation?"

"Explanation? An explanation for what?"

Rakshasa Tian sneered, "He was killed because he was careless. If you really want an explanation... look for the Human Clan member dragging the sword-light below, what does it have to do with us?"

"Exactly…"

The Qiongqi Clan expert who had just eaten the Pseudo-God Realm soul cackled, "Did you not snatch it when you saw something delicious? Yang Tongtian, stop stirring up trouble here. Today, our Qiongqi Clan didn't attack any race. Everyone came to watch the show. If you're careless, you can't blame anyone else... Hmph, you'd better be careful, if there's any more midnight snacks like that, I definitely won't be polite!"

This was the Demon Clan.

Their thought process was very straightforward.

The reasoning was simple.

If it were you, would you not do the same thing if you encountered such a situation?

Let's all be realistic.

Yang Tongtian's face darkened.

Too realistic!

He had just cooperated with Rakshasa Tian during the day to divide the battlefield benefits, even betraying the Two-Headed Dragon Clan of the Divine Palace faction, allowing them to be destroyed by the Qiongqi Clan. But now that such a thing had happened, the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan had lost a Pseudo-God Realm expert for nothing, yet the Qiongqi Clan didn't give him any face at all.

Even a few nice words to save Yang Tongtian some face wouldn't have been too much!

And yet?

Yang Tongtian clenched his fist.

At this time, Ming Ao said in a low voice, "The Demon Clan is like this, they only see their own interests, don't try to cooperate with them... The Qiongqi Clan only sent five Pseudo-God Realm experts, we have nine together. If we attack now, it would be a good opportunity."

"Brother Ming Ao, you truly are my best friend!"

Hearing this, Yang Tongtian instantly felt much more confident and shouted, "Good, the Qiongqi Clan ambushed my Great Sun Golden Crow Clan, then let's have a showdown... Everyone watching the show, please do as you wish!"

In the next moment, Yang Tongtian threw a punch towards Rakshasa Tian.

Well then!

Originally, everyone was here to watch Lin Chen chase and kill the Centaur Clan and the Hundred-Armed Giant Clan.

And yet?

Before Lin Chen and the others even fought, the spectators started fighting first.

Boom boom boom!

Above the void, the two sides exchanged blows.

Lin Chen also sensed it and glanced up.

This was…

The Qiongqi Clan against the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan, and the Bright King Peacock Clan?

Why were they fighting…

Regardless of the reason, he and the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan were enemies, right?

The Bright King Peacock Clan didn't seem like good people either.

No...

It should be said that Lin Chen himself was the enemy of the other side.

Anyway, it was all the same.

Hatred was mutual!

In that case, now that he had encountered them on the battlefield, should he lend a hand?

Got it!

Lin Chen suddenly accelerated, jumped onto a mountain peak, and shouted, "All of you, die!"

Boom!

This sword finally struck down.

The sword-light was ten thousand miles high.

One sword could turn ten thousand miles into ruins!

As Lin Chen swung his hand, the ten-thousand-mile sword-light pierced through the sky and swept across the void...

Coincidentally, two experts who were focused on fighting the Qiongqi Clan happened to be on the path where the sword-light swept across the void.

Whoosh!

The sword-light flashed past at an extreme speed.

Then…

Puchi.

Puchi.

Two sounds rang out.

Immediately afterward, the two Great Sun Golden Crow Clan Pseudo-God Realm experts directly became four pieces.

"Haha, two more? My luck tonight is really good... Human King, thank you, if I, Luo Jingtian, can achieve Demon Lord status one day, I will definitely repay you!"

Luo Jingtian was overjoyed.

He had already had a stroke of luck before, doing nothing and eating the soul of a Pseudo-God Realm expert. Now... Lin Chen seemed to be deliberately helping him, sending him two more souls at once.

Both were Pseudo-God Realm experts!

Luo Jingtian even suspected that Lin Chen was doing this on purpose.

However, he didn't know Lin Chen...

But regardless, he would remember this favor.

Yang Tongtian's face was livid as he shouted, "Everyone, be careful to avoid the sword-light!"

As soon as he finished speaking…

Bang!

Lin Chen's sword slammed heavily into the front.

Then a ten-thousand-meter gully appeared, burying countless corpses of the Centaur Clan and the Hundred-Armed Giant Clan!

(End of chapter)