On a vast plain hundreds of kilometers away stood an endless line of wooden huts. These structures were built from ordinary timber and clearly belonged to a single tribe. From a glance, the tribe must have housed over a million inhabitants, making it an extremely large settlement.
“Look!”
“There’s a spaceship in the sky.”
“It’s the spaceship arriving.”
“The spaceship from the Demon God Palace has arrived.”
Some of the tribe’s residents gazed toward the distant sky. A series of flying saucers tore rapidly through the air, their entire bodies painted a fiery red. Each saucer bore the emblem of a phoenix engulfed in flames. Each flying disc was a hundred meters in diameter, and as dozens of them appeared above the tribe, the natives were seized by fear, rushing into their homes and peeking cautiously through the windows.
The dozens of flying saucers slowly descended and landed on the plain.
Hua!
Every hatch swung open in perfect unison.
From each emerged a figure. Some were six meters tall, with fangs and gaping mouths. Others were only a meter and a half tall, with thick beards, messy hair, and powerful arms. Each of them wore standardized battle armor, and their arms bore outdated auxiliary optical brain displays.
“It’s the demons.”
“The demons have arrived.”
“Demons.”
The natives gazed fearfully at the frontline warriors of the Flame Phoenix Group. Each warrior had arrived in his own flying saucer, clad in alloy battle armor, equipped with alloy weapons, and aided by optical brain systems. To the eyes of the natives, these were invincible demons. Even the strongest warrior of their tribe could not withstand a single strike from these beings.
“Where is the chief of the Giant Tree Tribe?” A group of Flame Phoenix warriors coldly surveyed the slave tribe. A muscular, black-scaled man with horns at the forefront roared, “Come forth and meet me.”
Hasty footsteps rang out.
From a distance, hundreds of people rushed forward. As they approached the Flame Phoenix warriors, they all dropped to their knees with a thunderous rumble, their heads buried in the ground.
“We pay homage to the demons.”
The hundreds of kneeling figures respectfully spoke.
“Giant Tree Tribe, last year you only submitted seventy percent of the required Rainbow Fire Grass. You are still short by thirty percent. Therefore, according to the rules, we will take thirty percent of your population,” the horned, demon-like warrior stated coldly. “Thirty percent of the population—1,213,682 people. Have you prepared the list?”
“It has been prepared,” an elderly man among the kneeling hundreds respectfully replied.
“Hmph, then hurry up,” the horned demon-like warrior commanded.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The chief immediately began issuing orders.
The entire Giant Tree Tribe was thrown into an uproar. Cries and sobs echoed throughout the tribe. Every year, if the quota of Rainbow Fire Grass was not met, a portion of the tribe’s people had to be handed over. Within the tribe, individuals were selected based on each family’s contributions—those with low contributions were offered to the Demon God Palace.
Those with high contributions could live, even spend their entire lives within the tribe.
Those with low contributions were taken by the Demon God Palace, inevitably becoming slaves, sold to buyers from other planets. The fate of interstellar slaves was too grim to elaborate.
“Father.”
“Brother.”
“Mother.” A chorus of desperate cries rang out, yet the massive crowd still gathered. Generations of tradition had long taught them that resistance was futile. They could only comply with the rules. A total of 1,213,682 members of the Giant Tree Tribe gathered together, solemnly walking toward the demons’ flying saucers.
Each flying saucer was over a hundred meters in diameter and thirty meters thick.
Each could easily hold thirty to forty thousand slaves.
This time, forty-eight saucers had arrived, enough to carry over 1.2 million slaves. The natives ascended the ramps into the ships, guided by robots within each saucer. They entered compartments one by one, filling each cabin to capacity. Each deck could accommodate tens of thousands of people, and with just three decks, thirty to forty thousand could be housed.
As the natives stepped through the hatchway, they cast one final lingering glance toward their ancestral tribe.
Farewell… loved ones!
Farewell… tribe!
“Hahaha, I never imagined your Great Tree Tribe would possess a Stellar-Level master,” the horned demon warrior suddenly burst into laughter. In an instant, his form blurred as he shot like an arrow toward an unassuming wooden hut nestled within the settlement. With a thunderous **boom**, the structure exploded into splinters.
Inside, a young boy roared in anger, swinging his blade at the horned demon warrior.
The horned demon warrior simply reached out and crushed the blade into dust. Then, he grabbed the boy by the shoulder, unleashing a powerful warrior’s origin force that suppressed the boy, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Swoosh!
The horned demon warrior, like a hawk clutching a chicken, carried the boy swiftly back to the flying saucers.
“Longlou!” The chief and others of the tribe were shocked.
Longlou was the true genius of the Giant Tree Tribe, progressing rapidly in strength. He could hover midair, punch through mountains, yet before the demon warriors of the Demon God Palace, he was powerless. Even the tribe’s sacred artifact, wielded by Longlou, was crushed barehanded by the demon.
“Look at this kid, a third-tier Stellar-Level. Not bad,” the horned demon warrior laughed aloud.
“He hasn’t even learned any cultivation techniques and already reached third-tier Stellar-Level. Captain, this kid can definitely be cultivated to Star-Emperor-Level. He’ll fetch a high price.”
“He sure will fetch a high price.”
The other Flame Phoenix warriors chimed in.
“Demons, release Longlou! We can offer other tribe members in his place,” the elderly chief pleaded anxiously.
The horned demon warrior raised his hand.
Boom!
An invisible origin force struck, instantly exploding the elderly chief’s body into pieces, scattering blood and flesh everywhere. Nearby tribe members were caught in the blast, pierced by flying bones, some with holes torn through their bodies, others with their chests impaled, dying on the spot…
Silence. The tribe members were frozen in terror.
“You should elect a new chief for the Giant Tree Tribe. That old fool was too foolish,” the horned demon warrior said coldly. “The last time your tribe produced a Stellar-Level warrior was 800 years ago. I suppose you’ve forgotten the rules. Remember! Any Stellar-Level born in your tribe must be taken by us, the Demon God Palace. Violators will see their chief executed!”
“This little brat could become a Star-Emperor-Level warrior. His value exceeds a million ordinary tribe members. You actually thought you could exchange ordinary people for him? How foolish,” the other Flame Phoenix warriors sneered.
Without any guidance or resources, he had already reached Stellar-Level.
With just a bit of training and pressure, he could become a Star-Emperor-Level warrior, fetching a high price. These apprentices, even at ninth tier, were worth no more than cabbage in the universe. Even a million of them combined could barely match the price of a fourth-tier Star-Emperor-Level warrior. Thus, the worth of ordinary people was pitifully low.
…
The frontline Flame Phoenix warriors laughed among themselves, while the natives cowered in fear beneath the demons’ laughter, watching their fellow tribesmen enter the saucers, seeing the blood and carnage, their fear and sorrow growing.
“Boom!” “Boom!”
Two figures suddenly descended, landing directly on the ground.
Silence!
The frontline warriors of the Flame Phoenix, who had been laughing and joking moments ago, suddenly fell silent as if an invisible hand had seized their throats. Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the two unexpected arrivals.
Not just them—every native of the Giant Tree Tribe, every soul making their way toward the hatch doors, froze in terror, their gazes locked onto the two mysterious figures.
The two figures: one clad entirely in silver battle armor, silver boots, short black hair, and cold eyes. The other was a bald man in an elegant black robe, his eyes as cold and deep as an abyss.
The invisible pressure emanating from these two figures…
Made every native of the Giant Tree Tribe tremble in fear and caused the demons to panic.
The frontline warriors of the Flame Phoenix Group all knelt down respectfully. They were mere frontline warriors in the universe, yet they had seen the world. They clearly understood that anyone capable of emitting such an oppressive aura must be an extremely powerful figure in the universe—most likely a ‘Cosmic-Level expert,’ or possibly even stronger. Definitely not someone they could resist.
“A group of ninth-tier Stellar-Level? One third-tier Star-Emperor-Level?” Luo Feng coldly scanned the group of frontline warriors.
The natives could clearly sense—
This mysterious black-haired young man, with just his silver battle armor, seemed far more terrifying than the demons’ armor.
“We are the disciples of the Blazing Phoenix Sect. We do not know what business the esteemed one has on the Planet of Bes. Our revered Patriarch, Kratch, is currently residing here. If the esteemed one has any matters, I shall report them to Patriarch Kratch,” spoke the horned, scaled man at the forefront, his voice trembling with fear as beads of sweat rolled down his face.
All the natives of the Giant Tree Tribe gazed in shock at this scene. The once mighty demons now seemed so weak and fearful?
Then—
Who exactly was this mysterious black-haired youth?
“No need. I will go find him myself,” Luo Feng said coldly. At the same time, his mental force penetrated the horned, scaled man, performing a soul search. With Luo Feng’s mastery of soul techniques, his control was no less than that of a Sovereign-Level expert. Searching the mind of a third-tier Star-Emperor-Level warrior was effortless.
Instantly, Luo Feng obtained everything he needed from the man’s memories, learning just how rotten these henchmen were.
“All of you!”
Luo Feng’s gaze swept over the dozens of frontline warriors. These Flame Phoenix frontline warriors, revered by the slaves of Bes Planet as ‘demons,’ trembled in fear.
“I sentence you all… to death!” Luo Feng slightly extended his right hand.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
Dozens of radiant beams erupted from Luo Feng’s right hand, instantly piercing through the frontline warriors. Their eyes widened in sheer horror, but before they could even scream—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—each warrior detonated, their bodies disintegrating into fine dust. Yet, eerily, their shattered flesh and blood did not scatter wildly but fell precisely where they had once stood, as if bound by some unseen force.
The entire Giant Tree Tribe watched in horror.
To casually slaughter a group of demons?
What immense power?
“God!” One tribe member shouted, and immediately others followed, all kneeling and chanting in unison.
“God!” “God!” “God!” “God!” “God!” “God!”
Millions fell to their knees, chanting, their voices shaking the heavens.
Luo Feng and Dylan watched the scene unfold.
“In the universe, any powerful figure is called a god. Truly, gods are not worth much anymore,” Luo Feng sighed inwardly. However, in terms of actual strength, Luo Feng was indeed comparable to an immortal god. Thus, the noble title of ‘god’ was one he could now rightfully bear.
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