Chapter 755: Rakshasa Race

　　A thick blood stench emanated out.

　　One after another, lumps of flesh fell beside the feet of the black-robed cultivator.

　　A Golden Core of Overlord Palace was eaten alive by that black-robed cultivator!

　　Any cultivator that could arrive in Myriad Phenomenon City had witnessed deaths and have killed others as well.

　　However, they were still shocked nevertheless when they witnessed a cultivator eaten alive mouthful by mouthful!

　　Some of the female cultivators turned pale and their tummies churned. Unable to control themselves, they vomited on the spot.

　　Night Spirit who was initially in a massacre in the battlefield suddenly stopped as though he sensed something. His ears twitched as he sniffed in the air and his expression changed.

　　In a flash, he disappeared into the crowd and vanished.

　　“Brother Zhao!”

　　The fiend heir of Overlord Palace, Pang Yue, was enraged when he saw that as he let out a tragic cry. Without a second word, he brought forth a spear and charged towards the black-robed cultivator on the other end!

　　“Hehehe, another person who wishes to die,”

　　A black-robed cultivator in the crowd laughed and moved. “Leave this one for me to eat!”

　　The moment he said that, he vanished from the spot.

　　Pang Yue felt his vision blur as though a shadow passed by.

　　“Not good!”

　　He lamented internally.

　　It was too fast!

　　That speed was much faster than he could see with his eyes!

　　Swoosh!

　　It was as though someone was blowing at the back of his neck!

　　A chilling intent rose from the bottom of his feet and his hairs stood on end!

　　Pang Yue did not hesitate and released his Golden Core phenomenon right away.

　　Boom!

　　The power of phenomenon churned in midair.

　　Spirit energy circled Pang Yue continuously and converged rapidly to form a terrifying, pitch-black spear. The spear crackled with lightning and quivered slightly – even the voids cried in its presence!

　　Overlord Palace’s legacy phenomenon – Heavenly Thrusting Spear!

　　“Too late!”

　　The moment Pang Yue released his Golden Core phenomenon, two words sounded in his ears with a hint of mockery, playfulness and killing intent.

　　Immediately, he felt a chill down his throat.

　　It was a chill that he could not be more familiar with.

　　It was the coldness of a sword’s blade!

　　In less than a single breath, an outcome between their fight was decided!

　　Right in front of many cultivators, Pang Yue charged forward and the black-robed cultivator vanished.

　　The moment Pang Yue released his Golden Core phenomenon, a phantom-like shadow appeared behind him, gripping a cold, curved saber and swinging it towards his throat!

　　A paragon who was on the top ten of the Phenomenon Ranking could not survive a single attack from the black-robed cultivator!

　　Just as everyone thought that Pang Yue’s head was going to be severed from his body, a series of spear shadows streaked through the air densely towards the black-robed cultivator at an extremely fast speed!

　　The spear shadows possessed a wisp of Heaven and Earth’s might!

　　It was a Dharmic art!

　　The Nascent Souls had attacked!

　　Many cultivators turned over.

　　The Perfected Lord of Overlord Palace glared deeply at the group of black-robed cultivators with a grim expression. He shuffled his fingers to create hand seals and the Dharmic power in his body surged.

　　He was the one that produced the dense spear shadows!

　　“Damn it!”

　　The black-robed cultivator who was initially behind Pang Yue shrieked and his black robes suddenly tore apart, falling through the air in pieces.

　　The true appearance of the black-robed cultivator was fully exposed!

　　He was extremely tall with black skin and a pair of jet-black meat wings on his back. They were full spread and were dozens of feet wide!

　　The black-robed cultivator looked extremely ugly with a green face and bared fangs. His nose was pointed to the skies and his fingers and toes had sharp, curved nails that shimmered coldly!

　　That was no human – it resembled a malevolent ghost from Hell!

　　The green-faced malevolent ghost sensed the pressure behind him and could not pierce Pang Yue’s throat in time. He revealed his true form and flapped his wings, transforming into a dark streak of light.

　　Pshew! Pshew! Pshew!

　　The streak of light was extremely fast and surpassed the sensory reactions of every cultivator present.

　　He shuttled through the dense spear shadows with unusual nimbleness and dodged through everything before reappearing behind the black-robed man!

　　The crowd was shocked!

　　On the one hand, they were shocked at the repulsive and ugly appearance of the creature.

　　On the other hand, they were shocked at his capabilities!

　　There was no Dharmic power fluctuation from the green-faced malevolent ghost.

　　In other words, he was only at Golden Core realm at the very most.

　　However, he was able to escape fully unscathed from a Nascent Soul’s killing move by relying on his terrifying speed and he was only a Golden Core!

　　Pang Yue felt his limbs go cold.

　　Although he managed to survive, his heart palpitated and had not calmed down.

　　A thin blood line appeared on his throat.

　　If the Perfected Lord of Overlord Palace was a single step slower, he would have been a corpse!

　　“You have a death wish!”

　　The moment the green-faced malevolent ghost returned to the crowd, the black-robed man at the lead suddenly released a loud roar and his black robes exploded as well!

　　He had the most muscular body among the black-robed cultivators and his black meat wings produced a shuddering malevolent qi!

　　Swoosh!

　　The black-robed man vanished.

　　“You guys are…”

　　The eyes of Overlord Palace’s Perfected Lord constricted violently. He had just raised his spear and his mouth was slightly agape after saying three words when he came to an abrupt stop!

　　It was as though time froze.

　　Right in front of many cultivators, the black-robed man vanished. By the time he reappeared, he was already behind the Perfected Lord of Overlord Palace and his wings were retracted!

　　The black-robed man wielded two extremely curved sabers that were etched with complicated, ancient patterns in each hand.

　　Drip! Drip!

　　Grisly blood droplets fell slowly one after another from the sharp blades.

　　Rumble!

　　The head of Overlord Palace’s Perfected Lord slid down from his neck and rolled a few times on the ground.

　　The eyes of the bloodied head were wide open, as though they experienced immense shock up till his death!

　　The Perfected Lord of Overlord Palace was dead!

　　He could not survive a single attack from the black-robed man!

　　Many cultivators watched the scene unfold squarely and their minds went blank.

　　Everything had happened way too quickly and suddenly.

　　Pang Yue’s gaze froze. Before he could even rejoice over his survival, his sect’s senior who stood in to save him was already dead!

　　The Nascent Souls who were initially fighting to their deaths in midair came to a stop in unison.

　　Perfected Lord Yu Jun, Perfected Lord Bei Dou, Perfected Lord Tian Ming, Monk Yin Lu and the others had grim expressions as they stared at the creatures with green faces and bared fangs on the long street. There was a deep cautiousness in the depths of their eyes.

　　In fact… it was fear!

　　The chaotic battle on the ground came to a stop as well.

　　Even a fool could tell that the green-faced beings with bared fangs were hostile!

　　Initially, the massive Myriad Phenomenon City was filled with clamor and murderous yells.

　　In the blink of an eye, it was dead silent.

　　A blood stench wafted through the air with a murderous intent!

　　Night Spirit was hidden among the crowd.

　　He glared at the green-faced beings with bared fangs. Although his eyes surged with killing intent, they deepened as he retracted his aura and tried his best to conceal his gaze so that the opposing faction would not notice!

　　Little Fatty stood right beside Lin Xuanji and could clearly detect the minute actions coming from the latter.

　　Lin Xuanji’s hands behind his back were trembling slightly!

　　“Brother Lin, what’s their background?” Little Fatty whispered.

　　With an ashen expression, Lin Xuanji gulped before replying slowly, “One of the Primordial Nine Races… the Rakshasa race!”