The Beast King looked at Xia Feng with a bloodthirsty expression, angered by Xia Feng’s disrespect upon his release.
Xia Feng’s intention in freeing him, the Beast King believed, was merely to kill him later. Such a notion was utterly preposterous, akin to spewing nonsense.
The Beast King possessed strength equivalent to a mid-stage Saint Emperor. After the human Saint Emperor Kai Mao’s demise, he had no equal, a fact that held true even after countless years. He knew that after that great battle, no one had managed to break through to the Saint Emperor realm.
Rumor had it that the human race had two early-stage Saint Emperors, but what of it?
Though the Beast King had been dormant, he was convinced that those times represented the pinnacle of strength, and that the present era could only be weaker.
To confirm his suspicions, the Beast King turned to Lord Gulu and asked, “How many Saint Emperors does the human race have now? Are they still those two early-stage Saint Emperors who managed to survive?”
Lord Gulu glanced at Xia Feng and replied, “Indeed, they are.”
After saying this, Lord Gulu added a silent thought: *This was true only before today. After today, that will no longer be the case.*
Since the Beast King’s emergence was merely a fleeting moment, Lord Gulu no longer harbored any fear towards him.
The Beast King was immensely pleased with this answer, as it perfectly aligned with his own thoughts.
He then let out a hearty laugh, “Hahaha… If that is the case, then this Emperor shall be unrivaled. Remember this day, for it marks the dawn of the Beastmen’s rise. Henceforth, humanity will be naught but our puppets.”
The Beast King’s laughter boomed, echoing throughout the entire city.
Some of the more timid inhabitants were reduced to tears by his resounding laughter, sensing that a dark era was fast approaching.
As the Beast King had declared, their race, the Beastmen, would rule over humanity. Their future as slaves would be shrouded in darkness, and their fate was all too predictable.
“What should we do? Can we still escape? Flee to other cities? I don’t want to be consumed by the Beastmen!”
A man, his face etched with extreme fear, wished to flee this terrifying place.
The Beast King's strength rivaled that of a mid-stage Saint Emperor. How could they possibly resist? In the face of such overwhelming power, all other superficial means were rendered useless.
At this moment, he blamed the human race for their inadequacy, for the absence of a mid-stage Saint Emperor. If there had been an equally powerful individual, the Beast King would not have dared to act so brazenly.
His words resonated with the crowd, and a wave of despair washed over them.
“Alas… the human race will decline from this day onward. Perhaps the sun will never shine upon us again.”
“I truly wish for a powerful human to emerge and save us from this catastrophe.”
“Don’t dream impossible dreams. This is absolutely out of the question. To save humanity, one must first possess the strength to defeat the Beast King, meaning at least mid-stage Saint Emperor. We humans have no such powerful individuals.”
“Alas… we can only await our doom.”
One by one, they wore expressions of sorrow. Some had already resigned themselves to death, patiently waiting to be completely devoured by the Beastmen.
The Beast King reveled in this feeling, enjoying the sight of fear etched on every human face.
Finally, the Beast King freed an arm and lunged towards Xia Feng, “From this moment on, you shall be the first human to perish. You should feel honored.”
The Beast King’s movement was slow, as if deliberately so, aiming to witness the terror on Xia Feng’s face.
Zhen Kaitian felt as though he had already witnessed Xia Feng’s demise, believing this to be merely the beginning.
Just as the Beast King’s claw was about to reach Xia Feng, Xia Feng slowly straightened, a smile gracing his lips.
“Does the light of a firefly dare to contend with the brilliance of the moon?”