Chronicles Of The Shura Clan

Everyone gasped upon hearing Ling Chen\'s words. His words were simply too overbearing. They already knew that he was super powerful. However, referring to a thousand of high-level and peak Martial Saints as bugs were simply too much.

Who the hell he think he is? A Demi-God.

It\'s true that his back up looked powerful, but the enemies weren\'t weak either as they were the combined force of the Eight Ancient Families. Furthermore, he was also greatly outnumbered.

Not to mention the spectators, the white mask man had an ugly expression on his face after hearing Ling Chen\'s words, especially after being fixated upon by his cold and indifferent gaze.

As a direct disciple of a Demi-God, this was a great humiliation to him. However, he also understood that Ling Chen was very powerful.

He was already a walking disaster by himself along with the Nine-Headed Hydra, now that he has brought back up with him, things have become a little more complicated.

Nevertheless, he didn\'t want to back down or showed weakness in front of this many people since he couldn\'t bear such shame. Not only that, but his master was also watching from afar. As such, he didn\'t want to lose his master\'s face or ruin his prestige.

He also believed that his master would come to save him if things were to go south. Thinking about all that, his courage suddenly shot to the roof as he looked at Ling Chen and snorted before he coldly said." Idiot! Don\'t get ahead of yourself Just because you bring a few filthy beastmen to back you up."

"Whoosh!"

The moment these words came out the white mask man\'s mouth, the temperature in the sky suddenly dropped below zero as several cold and frigid killing intents erupted forth from Ling Lei and the other\'s body which directed towards the white mask man.

They hated it the most when humans compared them with Low-level beings like themselves or below. And there was a logical and rational reason for that. They considered themselves as the highest life forms and the rulers of all the races.

It might seem contemptuous or even shallow. However, It wasn\'t something that they came up with on a whim by themselves, but rather something that was inherently imprinted deep within their very soul and bones.

It was in their blood and also in the very design of their DNA. It was like the superiority humans have or felt over the animals, livestock, and insects.

To them, their existence was noble and surpassed that of any race. As such, being compared to beastmen which the humans and the demon beasts clearly viewed as a life form inferior to them somehow infuriated and anger them.

Comparing them with humans and demon beasts was like the worse offense or crimes one could commit against them. It was like their Achilles heel.

"It seems like you are eager to die first. I\'m gonna show you what despair feels like." Coldly uttered Ling Rui as he looked at the white mask man with a fit of extreme anger on her face. At this moment, Ling Rui\'s expression was freezing cold itself

She abruptly lifted her tender and jade-like hand and pointed her palm towards the White mask man\'s direction who was standing dozens of meters away from her.

Without any emotion or warning, the instant Ling Rui raised her hand, the expression of the white mask man abruptly changed as he suddenly found himself inside a wooden black box.

He didn\'t know how he got there. However, the inside the wooden black box was so dark that he couldn\'t even see his own hand. If it wasn\'t for the fact he could touch it and map it with his hand, he wouldn\'t have known that he was inside a black box.

Furthermore, he also realized that the wooden black box had the power to suppress his spiritual sense as he was unable to sense anything outside the box. However, he was still able to use his true qi energy.

"Do you really think you can stop this Saint with this measly wooden black box of yours?"

After being stunned for a second, he calmed himself down as he suddenly released his peak Martial Saint aura and started to repeatedly punch the black box with all his might in order to break it and get out.

He could even break the fabric of space with his punch, let alone destroying a weakly wooden black box.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn\'t even leave a dent on the wooden black box. In fact, as he was punching the wooden black box, he felt as though his true energy and life essence was being drained away at an astonishing rate by the wooden black box.

Upon realizing this, the white mask man was scared out of his mind. He quickly took out his weapon and started to pierce through the wooden black box with all his remaining power.

His weapon was powerful High-Grade Heaven Rank weapon. It was given to him by his master when he broke through the Martial Saint Realm. Not only that, but his master also imbued it with his own lightning power which had made even more powerful.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

To his surprise, not only he was still unable to even scratch the wooden black box with his powerful weapon, his true Qi energy, and life essence was being drained even faster than before.

"Impossible!" The white mask man\'s heart sank from fear after realizing that even his most powerful weapon wasn\'t able to cut the box.

At the same time, he felt as though his strength has dropped to the Martial Sovereign realm from the peak of Martial Saint. The white mask man was so scared that he almost shit on himself. He knew that he had provoked a true devil this time.

He could even feel the arm of death wrapping around his neck while asking him to go on a date with her into the netherworld.

The terror of death seemingly had already invaded deep into his bone marrows, and as a result, he trembled greatly in pure fear.

All of this caused his brain to freeze, offering no course of action for his now trembling limbs to take as he stopped slashing the wooden box with his weapon.

And even after he stopped punching and slashing the wooden black box with his weapon, his true Qi energy, and life essence was still being drained away. He even had this nagging feeling that the wooden black box was alive.

"Let me out you little bitch, I\'m the direct disciple of the Thunder Demi-God Ye. If you kill me, my master will hunt you to end of the Great Luo Martial World and kill you as well as everyone you care about."

"Hey don\'t you hear me, let me out. My master is the Thunder Demi-God Ye.

At this moment, the white mask man didn\'t care about his status and master\'s prestige anymore as he showed his backing- his master Thunder Demi-God Ye to threaten Ling Rui.

He just wanted to get out this damn evil wooden black box.

So long as a Warrior attained the Martial Saint realm, a lifespan of a thousand-year could be acquired.

So long as one didn\'t stop cultivating and advanced step by step, it was even possible to retain one\'s youth forever.

The fundamental reason a warrior sought to become powerful was for the sake of having a long lifespan while trying to escape the cycle of death. No one wanted to die.

It could be said that lifespan was the life of a warrior, the foundation of a warrior\'s survival, and without one\'s lifespan, everything was just nonsense.

However, at this moment, there was a power that was able drained away from his life span and take away the foundation of his life, so how could he not be terrified and go crazy upon witnessing this?

"Please let me out. I won\'t come after you again." The white mask man\'s face was as white as paper as he was urgently begging to let him out after realizing that his threat wasn\'t working.

After spending a few minutes of cursing and begging, the white mask man suddenly stopped. It wasn\'t because he didn\'t want to continue, but because he couldn\'t.

He\'d already become a white-haired and hunched old man with a face covered in wrinkles, blurred vision, falling teeth, and his entire backbone had collapsed into the shape of a bow. He had no more strength to stand, let alone yell.

In an instant, a heroic and exuberant young man had become an old man with only a short time left, his lifespan was gone and his vitality was dried up!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A few seconds later, numerous clear cracking sounds resounded out from within the black box. The white mask man\'s lifespan had completely withered, causing the skin, bones, and his entire body to seem as if they were unable to withstand the suction of his life force as they collapsed inch by inch before transforming into ash within the black wooden box.

Just like this, in the blink of an eye, a young powerful Martial Saint Realm warrior who was considered as one of the top figures in the Heaven Suppression Region had vanished from the face of the heavens and the earth unbeknownst to everyone.

Meanwhile, the spectators were scared silly, including the people of the Eight Ancient Families upon witnessing this scene.

The stupefied crowd couldn\'t believe their own eyes. They only saw the beautiful evil-looking young woman lifted her tender and jade-like hand, and pointed her palm towards the White mask man\'s direction.

Within a second, a giant black wooded box appeared in front of her. The wooded back box gave off evil and ominous aura. It was also shrouded by dark mist.

The moment the black wooden box appeared in front of her, the white mask that was talking trash a moment ago suddenly disappeared.

No one knew where he went. It was as if he was teleported somewhere else. Even the Demi-Gods watching the event from afar were also perplexed and confused by this sudden development.

Not even a second after he disappeared, the giant black wooden box that appeared in front of the young woman abruptly got smaller and transformed into a small cubic wooden black box that was able to fit perfectly in the palm of her hand.

It all happened within the span of a second to two.

While everyone was still confused and was trying to figure out what just happened. They suddenly heard the young woman\'s cold and emotionless voice rang out in their ears." Now that this little insect is dead. It\'s your time."