Chapter 461: Extracting Marrow and Flaying Bone, Squeezing Out All Value, Legends of the Ancient Human Emperor!

"King of Death the Paparazzo! It seems there's a need to make you understand what hierarchy is! What it means to respect strength!"

As these words fell, a force like a mountain, steady yet irresistible.

Like a beast in the night, this power instantly attached itself to Song Changkong.

Transforming into invisible shackles, tightly binding him, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Simultaneously, above Song Changkong's head, a pressure almost tangible began to form.

Like an invisible hammer, carrying a force that could shake one's soul.

"Duang~Duang~Duang~"

Accompanied by these three sounds that seemed to echo from the depths of Hell.

The invisible hammer struck Song Changkong mercilessly like a nail, driving him deep into the solid earth one blow at a time.

Leaving only his head exposed above the ground.

Shaking helplessly, forming a sharp contrast with the hard soil around.

Qin Yu and several others watched the scene with great interest, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude, lips unable to suppress a smile.

The joyful mood seemed ready to erupt into a string of pig-like squeals at any moment.

They exchanged glances, eyes and brows carrying undisguised amusement.

Keeping their voices down to not disturb the "battlefield" protagonist.

Far away, Xiong Xiaoxiao pointed and couldn't help but tease.

"Oh dear, it looks like Senior Song's skin is getting tight again, trying to go all out crazily, loosen up a bit!"

His words full of mockery and jest.

Qin Yu patted his pocket with regret, saying regretfully.

"The method is absolutely brilliant! It's a pity I didn't bring my phone today, or I'd definitely capture this as a memento."

Hao Yong also scratched his head, smiling naively, his tone slightly regretful.

"Yes! If only it could be posted on the campus forum, let everyone appreciate Senior Song's style."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu and Xiong Xiaoxiao couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Indeed, the honest ones are the most devious.

It's unbelievable that the straightforward Hao Yong would say such words.

On the other side, Su Die gently brushed her sleeve, raising her hand to wave in the void.

The motion was poetic and picturesque, as if sketching a mystical talisman in the air.

In the next moment, her figure vanished into the endless void, leaving behind a single indifferent yet firm word.

"Let's go."

Upon hearing, Qin Yu and the others followed closely, each showcasing divine techniques to break through the spatial barriers.

Transforming into streams of light, vanishing one by one from this world.

At this moment, from the ground, Song Changkong's voice suddenly broke the silence.

Carrying a tinge of resentment and urgency, it echoed across the skies.

"Hey hey hey... wait... how can you just leave me here and not care!"

"At least... put me out before you go!"

His cries reverberated in the air, though filled with helplessness, there was also a streak of defiance and resilience.

As if narrating the heart of a forgotten one, it moved people.

After a few breaths, Song Changkong craned his neck, eyes sharp like a hawk, meticulously surveying everything around.

A gentle breeze brushed across the top of his hair, bringing a rustling sound, as if whispering tales of endless waiting.

The surroundings were silent, only distant insect chirps and swaying greenery emphasized the loneliness and solitude of the moment.

With this, a wry smile tinged with some sarcasm quietly surfaced on his face.

Along with the emotional fluctuations, his lips twitched a few times.

"Hey! Those guys!"

"Not a shred of camaraderie! We agreed to advance and retreat together, and now they've left me here alone."

As soon as these words fell, a powerful force surged from within him, breaking through the earth like a dragon out of the sea, mighty and awe-inspiring.

Then, Song Changkong's figure shook, his aura abruptly converging.

Transforming into a stream of light, silently slipping into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Leaving only the slightly trembling ground as a witness to all that just transpired.

In fact, when Su Die vanished into the void, the restrictions on Song Changkong had already dissipated.

It was merely a lesson, not a sentence to death.

After all, this is the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, dangers lurk everywhere.

Inside Villa No.1 at Great Xia Academy, Lin Ping'an's Little World.

At this moment, his Thought Body stood in the void, like a divine being seated atop the clouds, solemn and majestic.

Around him, a terrifyingly oppressive aura lingered.

From the depths of his soul, the unique oppression of wielding the power of Law.

In the central bottom area of this Little World, over a dozen towering golden furnaces are arrayed.

Within each furnace, a Beast King or Beast Emperor is sealed.

Originally defiant and fierce.

But at this moment, under Lin Ping'an's overwhelming presence, they're frightened out of their wits, trembling as though feeling the chill of the brink of life and death.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could the Human Race have such a terrifying existence?"

"Roar! Catastrophe for the Ten Thousand Races! This is a catastrophe for the Ten Thousand Races! More terrifying than the ancient Human Emperor! Heavens! The races must be notified to gather and eliminate the danger!"

"Please, it's more reliable to endure and die! After all, the ancient Human Emperor was endured to death!"

"Cough cough cough... Imprisoned now, be honest! Guess there's no way to get out alive, better be quiet!"

"The Human Emperor of today! This must be the Human Emperor of today! Roar! I am willing to surrender! Beg the Human Emperor to spare my life!"

"..."

Below, the crowd of Beast King and Beast Emperors, bustling and roaring continuously.

Even Lin Ping'an's Thought Body was somewhat annoyed, with a thought, silenced them all.

Mount? Surrender?

He never needed these.

In his view, turning them into resources is much better.

Moreover, these beasts aren't worthy to be followers.

Besides, Lin Ping'an never even considered accepting any existence as a subordinate from the start.

Individual might achieves oneself, any subordinate, any follower, is nothing but a burden.

After a breath, with a finger point, one Demon Seed after another was born from his Thought Body.

Next, divided into more than ten parts, all plunged deep into the Consciousness Space of those Beast King and Beast Emperors respectively.

And in their terrified gaze, the Demon Seeds easily took root and infected, gradually gaining control of their bodies and extracting their essence.

"Damn it! This... my Qi Blood and spirit... are fading... slipping away... no..."

"Evil work! Too evil work! Demon! He is the true demon!"

"My heavens! Great Demon! He... He..."

"..."

Yet, towards these gazes, Lin Ping'an's Thought Body remained indifferent.

Mere beasts, nothing but material and fodder!

Now, fortunate enough to contribute power for him to achieve a higher realm, could be considered their lifetime honor.