NABC Chapter 906
Chapter 906
Behind him, dozens of human gods followed suit and lined up in an orderly manner.
They exchanged glances with each other. Although no words were spoken, the firmness and determination revealed in their eyes were self-evident.
In the crowd, several monks whispered:
"Elder Han has always been extremely powerful. With him leading us, today we must show these protoss brats how powerful we are!"
"That's right, we can't lose face for the human race. Let's fight Elder Han!"
Although these whispers were not loud, they spread like sparks among the human team, making everyone's blood boil and full of fighting spirit.
In the Protoss camp, a mid-stage Divine King cultivator who looked like the leader took a step forward. He first glanced at the Humans from the corner of his eye, then threw his head back and laughed heartily, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain:
"Haha, look at what kind of people these humans are? You, just a few dozen of us, dare to show off in front of us, the Gods? It's a huge joke!"
His voice was sharp and piercing, like a cold wind blowing across the empty battlefield, making people shudder.
The surrounding Protoss monks also laughed, whispering to each other, their words full of disparagement and ridicule towards the human race:
"These humans are truly reckless. They think they have the ability to challenge us, the Gods. They are simply courting death!"
"Look at how weak they are. Today's battle was simply a one-sided massacre!"
Upon hearing this, Han Changkong was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed even more arrogantly and wantonly.
His laughter echoed through the valley, shaking the surrounding trees.
After laughing, he looked at the God Clan leader with a lightning-like gaze and said coldly:
"You Protoss clowns, you always rely on your numbers to bully the weak. Today, you've run into me, Han Changkong! Don't think you're powerful just because you have more people. In this ancient battlefield, the outcome is still uncertain! I want to see how many of you so-called Protoss elites can leave alive today!"
Han Changkong's voice was steady and powerful, resounding throughout the battlefield like a huge bell. Every word seemed to carry a tremendous force, making the surrounding air buzz.
A louder laugh suddenly rang out in the Protoss camp, and the leader laughed so hard that he fell backwards, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You are but a mere peak-level human God King, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly before us? You humans are already weak, so you should submit to us, the Gods, and become our slaves. Otherwise, you will perish! Today marks the beginning of your human race's destruction!"
His eyes were full of contempt and arrogance, as if he didn't take Han Changkong and the others seriously at all, as if they were fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
A human Divine King cultivator behind Han Changkong could no longer bear it, his eyes wide open, and he shouted loudly:
"You, the Protoss, have committed countless evil deeds. Today, we will show you that humans are not to be trifled with! We will fight you to the bitter end, even to the last man standing, and will never surrender to you!"
His face flushed red with anger, and he held the divine weapon tightly in his hand, ready to rush forward and fight the gods to the death at any time.
Han Changkong raised his hand slightly, signaling the human cultivator to be patient.
He took a deep breath and then said slowly:
"You bunch of rubbish, just tell me, how do you want to play?"
Although Han Changkong's voice was not loud, every word was sonorous and powerful, as if there was an invisible force that made the air around him become solemn.
When the gods heard Han Changkong's extremely arrogant words, they were stunned and their faces showed surprise and disbelief.