Reborn 80,000 Years

The sudden impact did not occur to the leader of the ape-man tribe.

Crazy spiritual power swept through the entire place, wishing to completely destroy the ancient bluestone palace.

Fortunately, Qiluo Qituo had made preparations in advance and put a thin protective cover on everything in the field.

But even so, the terrifying impact still shook the entire hall and caused sand and stones to roll down.

When the smoke cleared, someone finally realized that something was wrong.

"This human race is clearly hiding its strength!"

Someone yelled at the leader of the ape-man tribe whose life and death were unknown in the smoke.

However, there was no other movement in the smoke for a long time.

"No way……"

Someone thought of something bad.

Could it be that the leader of the ape-man tribe is dead?

However, with a wave of his hand, Jiluo Qiantuo swept away the smoke and dust, revealing the battlefield behind the smoke. Finally, everyone could see it clearly.

Yang Chen naturally stood there without moving at all, and not even a trace of dust fell on him.

In front of him, the leader of the ape-man clan, who kept his original movements and was completely scorched, was frozen in place with his life and death unknown.

The palms he slapped did not fall on Yang Chen, who he wanted to defeat.

In the silence, the Bluestone Ancient Palace apparently fell into a period of silence.

"Still...still alive?"

"An Xin, I gave him a chance to breathe, but if we don't deal with it quickly, I'm afraid he won't be able to regain his former strength."

Someone murmured in shock, but Yang Chen responded with a smile.

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard everywhere.

"If I remember correctly, the leader of the ape-man tribe has already broken through to the realm of Da Luo Jinxian..."

Easily, one blow kills him instantly. No need to say any more nonsense. Yang Chen’s strength is enough to kill the representatives of all the clans instantly.

Bang bang bang——

Bhimāsitāra laughed and clapped his hands. He looked very happy, but under such circumstances, his laughter seemed quite strange.

"Hahaha, what a good skill, what a skill..."

"But it would be great if your skills can be put to use in the next big battlefield."

Yang Chen frowned slightly, seeming to realize that Bhimazhitara had something to say.

Pochi really couldn't stand Bhimazhitara talking so secretly.

He jumped directly in front of Bhimasitra, stepped on the chair, grabbed Bhimasitra's collar, and roared angrily at him.

"Bhimachitara! It was you who signed the treaty to sell the world of mortals 80,000 years ago?!"

Po Zhi finally said what she wanted to ask the most.

But when he got angry, everyone in the room was so shocked that they didn't understand what King Po Zhi was yelling about.

"Haha, if you really want to ask about what happened back then, why not ask your father who has already been in reincarnation for a long time?"

"Or - you can directly ask Qianluo Qiantuo on the side."

"Huh? Looking at your face, could it be that you haven't even asked Qianluo Qiantuo for confirmation?"

The hoarse and hollow voice of Bhimazitara is really tormenting people's hearts, and King Pochi's face turns red with every word he speaks.

But when he looked up at Qianluo Qiantuo in confusion, he found that Qianluo Qiantuo also avoided his sight.

"Why……"

"Po Zhi, are you so naive that you think that just one or two people can influence the decision-making of the entire Shura clan?"

"The Shura clan has never had a major war after the bloody battle. Naturally, you have never experienced a military camp, and you have no knowledge of what happened in the army. If I tell you, the demon fox voluntarily betrayed himself in exchange for peace in the Shura world. And Your father fully supports this decision——"

"What would you think?"

"Bhimasitra! That's enough!"

Seeing that something was wrong with King Pochi, Kyaluo Qiantuo hurriedly scolded Bhimachitra, but this time, it was King Pozhi himself who interrupted Kyaluo Qiantuo.

"Kiluo Qituo, shut up!"

The current look in King Po Zhi's eyes is quite terrifying, because the facts he has been searching for for 80,000 years, he originally thought would only come to light after another battle with the people of that day——

Bhimachitara remained unyielding.

"Your father was fatally injured after that battle. Even if he doesn't pass on the throne to you, he will return to reincarnation soon."

"If there are no four kings in the Shura world, the strength of the entire Shura clan will decline rapidly. I'm afraid you are not very clear about this, right?"

"Your father was worried that you were angry and unwilling to accept the throne, so he specially cooperated with us to put on a play so that you, with hatred, could work with the three of us to maintain the balance of the Shura world-"

"Speaking of which, your father is the one who has deceived you for the longest time."

Seeing that King Pochi was completely panicked, Bhimajitara directly told all the facts.

In this special time period, Yang Chen could tell at a glance that the other party's purpose was naive from the beginning when he said such words.

"Everyone, our Shura clan has been defeated in this battle. Don't you all know this?"

"Don't you know why the Shura clan needs four kings to exist at the same time at all times?"

——

Just when Bhimachitara revealed the current situation of the Shura clan bit by bit, as Bhimachitara said, the so-called "change" in the Shura world has really begun.

After King Rahu, one of the Four Kings, died, the only layer of light curtain that could support the Shura Realm from being eroded by the Heavenly and Human Realm finally dissipated.

In the sky above the Killing Star Sword King Pavilion, the huge hole that originally existed connecting the Shura Realm and the Heavenly Realm slowly dissipated along the edge.

It was like a veil covering the sky being gently lifted.

The birds in the forest were still there, but a lot of light spots suddenly appeared in the empty sky.

But if someone could see extremely far, he would find that the densely packed light spots in the sky were actually figures of people landing rapidly.

"Army, listen to the order! Whoever can be the first to take off King Shura's head will be rewarded heavily!"

A tall figure in a burly shirt bore the brunt of the attack. He roared loudly, with excitement in his eyes, as if killing was his destiny.

And beside him were a group of crazily howling celestial beings - they looked nothing like the human race. The only difference, or what could be used as an identification mark, was that each of them looked very delicate and beautiful.

This is the celestial being, who invades the Shura ethnic group from the celestial and human realm without hesitation, even though they have the most luxurious and comfortable life.

They have not yet eliminated their desires, and driven by their desires, they are even more abominable than the devil.