Chapter 432: Leaving the Demon Clan and Heading to the Western Frontier of the Human Clan
"Senior Qingluan, that person is gone."

A figure strode over from a distance, looking solemnly in the direction where Liang Hui left.

"It's time to go."

The woman smoothed the wrinkles on her feathered robe, her eyes filled with solemnity as she spoke:
"Where did you get such a strong man?"

She could compete with someone like her, but if it was a life-and-death fight, she had no guarantee of winning in the end.

At this moment, the figure coming from afar has revealed his appearance. He is wearing golden armor, has long hair draped over his shoulders, and has a defiant face.

It is the descendant of Kunpeng and the leader of the Demon Master Palace.

"For a hundred years, we have thoroughly investigated all the records of the fight with that person, as well as the source."

"It is almost certain that we have never provoked him."

"No?" Qing Luan narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, the woman waved her jade hand.

"Let's not talk about that person for now. Remember what you promised us."

"Leave the Great Desolate Realm within a thousand years, or we will personally take action to send you back."

"I won't lose my word!"

The man in golden armor had a cold and hard expression and spoke directly.

Hearing this, Qing Luan nodded and walked towards the chaos.

At the moment when he was about to leave, an unwilling voice reached the woman's ears.

"Senior Qingluan, do you know how my father is doing now?"

It hadn't contacted the demon master for a long time, and even the elders in the clan had all lost contact. It had no choice but to ask for help from the Queen Nuwa lineage.

Qing Luan paused for a moment, then took another step forward, an inexplicable voice echoing in the chaos.

"My master once said that they will probably never come back."

There was a trace of helplessness in the eyes of the man in golden armor. Has the situation really become so bad?

As for whether Qingluan lied, that is absolutely impossible. No one with the power of Daluo dares to make up stories at will.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The man in golden armor turned around and headed towards the Demon Master Palace.

In this case, they should really leave.

The human race’s western border!

A magnificent city built by huge mountains, it looks like an ancient god standing on the mountains and rivers.

One by one, living creatures lined up to enter the city, like believers coming to worship God.

Liang Hui, wearing a black robe and a dark gold mask, was looking at the long team.

"We have finally arrived at the human territory."

After leaving the demon race, he traveled through mountains, rivers and lands, saw countless creatures, and finally came to the human race.
While thinking, he had already stepped forward, passing one figure after another, and walked directly into the city.

Whether it was humans or other creatures, they all seemed not to see the young man.

Liang Hui walked on the stone slabs, looking at the streets that stretched for ten thousand miles, the various shops on both sides of the streets, and listening to the various hawking sounds.

The young man's mouth corners lifted unconsciously.

Such prosperity and such a bustling world are really fascinating.

Unfortunately, despite being so prosperous, there are no strong people among the human race in the city.

Walking aimlessly, looking at all kinds of strange goods, he finally stopped in front of a tea shop.

'Guanling Teahouse.'

Liang Hui looked up, looked at the plaque on the tea shop's door, and walked in.

Once you enter the gate, the surrounding environment begins to extend and expand until it reaches a space of ten miles.

It's just an ordinary space method, nothing surprising.

"Sir, welcome to Guanling Teahouse. What kind of tea would you like to drink?"

A young man dressed as a servant came over from the counter with a respectful look on his face.

"Bring me a pot of all kinds of tea."

"Also arrange a position for me with a wide view."

"Okay, sir, please follow me." Then, the young man led Liang Hui to the second floor and soon came to a table next to the railing.

Liang Hui lowered his eyes and looked down at the people passing by, nodding his forehead slightly to show his satisfaction.

"As long as the guest is satisfied, I will get him some tea now."

He sat down upright and waved his hand, signaling the boy to leave.

Soon, pots of tea were brought up.

Liang Hui held the jade cup in his hand, took a sip, and savored it carefully.

After a moment, he tapped his forehead.

Nice tea!

The young man drank tea while watching the world going by.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

He was a big man with a rough face, big eyes, a square mouth, and a long sword on his waist.

Hong shave!

He was captured when he was in the demon tribe's territory.

Then, come and persuade him to stop killing the monsters.

Beside Hong Ze stood an old man with gray hair, a serious face and wearing a Taoist robe.

Liang Hui did not hide his figure and gaze, so when he saw Hong Zhi, Hong Zhi noticed him.

Hong Sha's head was slightly tilted, and it was unknown what he said to the old man.

A spiritual consciousness as sharp as a sword came straight towards him, rudely and overbearingly, wanting to detect his face.

Liang Hui frowned slightly, his eyes became colder and sharper, and he gently put down the teacup.

boom!
A circle of invisible ripples rose up and spread forward, destroying all invisible objects along the way.

In an instant, all the detecting spiritual consciousness collapsed.

The old man was trembling as if struck by lightning. He coughed up blood, turning his white beard red.

He pushed away Hong Sha who came to support him.

"You know what you have done, and you still dare to do it here."

The old man had a cold face and suppressed his anger in his voice, causing each human to stop and look towards the teahouse.

"Killing people wantonly, provoking a war between humans and demons, and killing hundreds of millions of people."

"Dozens of bloodlines were wiped out, and my sons, grandsons, and friends all perished."

The low voice gradually grew louder and finally turned into a roar that shattered the clouds.

"Come back to Baiyun Cave with me and let the ancestors judge your guilt."

At this moment, many eyes were focused on him and various discussions began to echo in the streets.

"That war over a hundred years ago, wasn't it started by the demons themselves, but because of the person in front of me?"

"That fight was too brutal. Hundreds of millions of people perished, countless sects were wiped out, and half of the Western Frontier was reduced to ruins."

"If it was really caused by the person in front of me, then he must die to atone for his crime."

The noises became louder and louder, and malicious glances were cast towards them.

Most of them had participated in and experienced the battle of Western Xinjiang a hundred years ago, and their relatives and friends had passed away forever.

"idiot!"

Liang Hui sighed quietly, not knowing whether he was talking about Hong Tui, the old man, or the human race in the entire city.

If he wants to take advantage of the general trend, why would he care about these things?

Did he give the old man a wrong judgment after saving the Mang Yue demon clan?
Liang Hui stretched out his hand and lightly tapped it, generating finger force that crushed hundreds of humans.

Bang bang bang~~~
A bloody ravine stretching for dozens of miles appeared in front of everyone. The ravine was covered with blood and bones, and broken limbs were scattered on the side.

The finger force continued to move forward and finally touched the old man in Taoist robes.

boom!
It exploded directly like a fruit.

The splattering blood instantly dyed Hong Ze's robe red.

In an instant, the noisy streets seemed to be paused and fell into silence.

(End of this chapter)