Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 685 - 684 Human Clan Will Not Perish

Stretched across hundreds of thousands of miles, a densely populated region had reached a population of over a hundred million.

If the Divine Clan invaded here, initiating slaughter, it would be a terrifying catastrophe for the Human Clan.

HUM!

Zhang Heng, suppressed deep within the earth, gritted his teeth and released his Sword Intent, beginning to resist the crushing Might of the Great Emperor.

The Goddess sneered with contempt, "An elder of my clan has acted, bringing a powerful Divine Weapon. You're just a Saint King, yet you still delude yourself into resisting?"

"During the Era of Creation, gods stood tall. Human Sword Immortals slew gods, leaving behind great achievements for future generations of the Human Clan and fighting for their survival. In ancient times, a Human Emperor was born. He followed the Ancient Road, stepped into the void, and guided later generations."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, Wenliang emerged from a small mountain village and created the golden age of the Immortal Dynasty of Humanity. Now, I, Zhang Heng, after decades of Enlightenment, condensing Righteous Qi and forging Sword Qi, am destined to slay all formidable foes. I will eliminate all oddities, pave a new path for the Human Clan, and guide future generations," Zhang Heng stated slowly.

But his words grew increasingly clear, seemingly carrying a powerful penetrative force that spread from this place.

The inhabitants of the several Ancient Cities behind him heard everything loud and clear.

At this moment, he had already emerged from the ruins, his head held high under the immense Might of the Great Emperor, his expression resolute, showing no sign of retreat.

Although his sword had shattered, the sword in his heart remained.

"I may die, but the Human Clan will not be extinguished. If I should be buried here, successors will stride forth, and eventually, a day will come when they will slaughter the decadent Divine Clan and establish an order that belongs to the Human Clan."

"If I fall, my Divine Soul will not perish but will guide the future generations of my Human Clan." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I... Zhang Heng..." He slowly opened his eyes, letting out a roar. His blood boiled, and the resonance of a sword echoed from this place.

The power of the Saint King erupted in full.

HUM!

Zhang Heng grasped the sword within his heart, ready to strike.

Unfortunately, the figure standing in the sky above was overwhelmingly powerful. The Might of the Great Emperor descending from above was like Mount Tai, weighing billions.

Even the slightest trace could crush the mortal world.

Not only that, but from a certain direction, a terrifyingly strong member of the Divine Clan was unleashing Divine Skills; a sinister, crimson moon slowly began to obscure the sky.

Amidst the eeriness, a horrifying killing intention permeated the air.

The Goddess laughed, "Merely a Saint King. You may seem strong in the eyes of the Human Clan, but before my Divine Clan, you are nothing but an ant. I can crush you with a mere gesture."

Zhang Heng remained silent, beginning to gather Vast Sword Qi.

She continued, "You're too weak. You're not my match. Even if I gave you a hundred years to gather Sword Qi, you couldn't change this situation. Even if you defeated me, it would be futile. Moreover, with just you alone, it's impossible to guide the Human Clan. You can go think about your Human Clan's Great Emperors; they all met such ends."

These words were harsh. Any cultivator of the Human Clan present would likely be unable to endure them; they would be enraged, lose their composure, even their sanity, and then slowly reveal weaknesses.

But Zhang Heng was different; his gaze was as steadfast as his unwavering Dao path.

No matter what the Goddess said, she could not shake him.

The Vast Sword Qi within him grew increasingly intense. Not only that, but he was also burning his Life Essence and releasing The Power of Divine Soul to condense it further.

The Goddess, who had been trying to shatter Zhang Heng's resolve with her words, fell silent at this moment.

Human Clan!

From the moment of her birth, everyone had told her that this race was like ants.

They were merely pets raised by the Divine Clan, disposable when necessary to ensure the Divine Clan's eternal prosperity.

Thus, she firmly believed that the Human Clan was weak.

Even if a few powerful individuals occasionally emerged, they could not shake their Divine Clan.

Because behind the Divine Clan, too many terrifying beings lurked.

The might of those "Big Shots" was so immense that even the entire Human Clan combined could likely not affect them in the slightest.

However, now, looking at this young Human Clan man with his steadfast gaze and utterly frenzied actions, for the first time... her heart wavered.

Human Clan?

Are they really like ants?

Human Clan?

Are they really that weak?

She was curious.

What kind of power could this young Human Clan cultivator, on the brink of death, truly unleash?

The man behind her spoke up, "Miss, we should intervene. We mustn't let this fellow affect the Elder."

Wang Lin'er waved her hand, "They say the Human Clan is weak, as weak as ants. If they are ants, why should we fear one young Human Clan man?"

The man fell silent, unable to refute.

Wang Lin'er continued, "Several Elders are already taking action, equipped with Divine Weapons and summoning ancient Divine Skills. Against such a powerful lineup, what do you think a mere Saint King like him can change?"

Indeed. What could a Saint King do in a slaughter of that level? Nothing at all. Moreover, Zhang Heng was gathering Sword Qi in this suicidal fashion. Would this truly be useful? Zhang Heng didn't know either.

The Might of the Great Emperor bore down, and the Ancient Cities behind him crumbled with loud rumbles. In an instant, tens of thousands were buried there, without even a chance to scream.

He smelled the strong scent of blood in the air. He also saw the horrific scene, and anger burned in his heart. But he was powerless! After all, he was just a Saint King.

So, what can a Saint King do? Resist? The one above in the firmament might very well be in the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

He had no rebuttal.

Wait for the clan's powerhouses? No! It's too late. The elders have more important things to do. So, I can almost predict my own end—I will die here. But I cannot die silently. Just as our Human Clan forebears, even in death, they shone brilliantly, guiding the way for those who followed. Perhaps I can still be of some use.

He burned himself fervently, gathering Vast Sword Qi. His firm gaze slowly calmed, becoming like still well water, undisturbed by ripples.

He quietly watched the Goddess, as if to etch her face deeply into his heart.

BOOM!

A thunderbolt struck from the sky above.

An elder of the Divine Clan acted, a casual strike instantly shattering the Sword Qi Zhang Heng had gathered.

His body was once again severely damaged, flung violently into a deep pit, covered in blood.

The Goddess said with a hint of regret, "Such a pity. I thought I would witness an impressive spectacle…"

When a Quasi-Emperor acts, anyone below the Great Saint Realm is as insignificant as an ant. This was not just an empty phrase.

Zhang Heng had suffered heavy injuries twice. Internally, he was falling apart; even his Dantian grew quiet and dim. The Life Essence and The Power of Divine Soul he had just burned were similarly depleted.

His consciousness began to fade.

The Goddess, standing high in the sky, thought he would soon perish. Unexpectedly, within a few short minutes, Zhang Heng's consciousness reconsolidated.

His shattered body slowly began to reconstitute.

She was astonished.

He's alive again.

Ten minutes of reconstitution, which normally would pass in the blink of an eye, felt like a lengthy epoch for Zhang Heng at this moment—so very long.

He endured indescribable pain as he reconstituted his body under the suppression of the Might of the Great Emperor.

He did not compromise. The instinct to survive gradually intensified, and in the end… he emerged from those ruins.

Once again, he gathered Sword Qi.

When he raised his head, his eyes no longer held firmness, only weariness and a void, bereft of even a trace of color. He was completely different from the confident young man he had been, as if he had become someone else. Accompanied by dust, set against the ruins, his clothes torn and tattered, he looked no better than a beggar on the street. Yet he was still gathering Sword Qi.

The Vast Sword Qi in his heart was unextinguished.

With difficulty, he raised his head, a pained smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though it was far from radiant, "I may die, but the Human Clan will not perish."

Perhaps no one expected that a terrible slaughter by the Divine Clan would be triggered by the seemingly insignificant Zhang Heng.