Return Of The Monarch Chapter 46: God Of Earth

Turning to look at the silver-haired Lan Ping, Feng Hui's handsome face was akin to a devil.

"How did we offend such a monster?" s.h.i.+vering, Lan Ping noticed that his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

Peering through his exquisite mask, Feng Hui's lips drew an arch. Stepping toward the nine remaining cultivators, he nonchalantly stated, "You can end your own life like Zhao Jing over here. I'll allow it."

Hearing this cold, deep voice, the nine cultivators all paled in fear. With a trembling voice, Lan Ping responded, "Is there another option, Lord Immortal?"

When the survivors and monsters heard this begging voice, everyone was feeling their world being flipped upside down. In the beginning, all of them were wors.h.i.+pping these ten cultivators as deities. The next moment, these so-called deities were being stepped on like a group of ants.

In the universe, there was always a bigger beast hiding. The human race realized that their species was a microscopic frog in the well. Unknowingly, the survivors did not consider Feng Hui to be human.

"I'll count to three." Feng Hui shook his head with a hidden smile. For these brilliant cultivators of their Suxia World to meet such a tragic end here was pitiful. From probing through the minds of the monsters, he had discovered the name of Tian Changming's homeworld.

The cultivators would have to end their own lives in order to escape the masked man's tormenting. It was a disgraceful, unbefitting end for geniuses who had dominated over others for their entire lives.

For proud cultivators, this type of shameful death could be even more heart aching than countless forms of killings. Condensing a throne out of Qi, Feng Hui sat with his legs crossed while patiently waiting.

"You f*cking b.i.t.c.h…" Crazily glaring at the leisurely-resting masked man, a tender-looking dazzling cultivator cursed. Without hesitation, his lean figure dissipated: he had made his hasty decision upon seeing the masked demon's unrelenting eyes.

While the dazzling man was dissipating, he smiled at his sworn brothers, "Farewell, my good brothers."

"Brother Wu…" The cultivators muttered with sadness upon seeing their companion meet his end so disgracefully.

With one hand on his handsome face, Feng Hui smiled, "That's it?"

The eight remaining cultivators stared at the masked silver-cloaked man with unwillingness and regret. Prior to their invasion, these cultivators had believed that it would be an enjoyable sightseeing adventure while stomping on some trash humans. To their surprise, there was a true demon hiding on Earth.

"Demon…" Lan Ping clenched his teeth. How could cultivators who had been wors.h.i.+pped as untouched lords for their entire lives be willing to meet such a dishonorable end through suicide?

"Well, don't say that I didn't offer the chance." Feng Hui's cruelly stated. Waving his hand, he caused the eight remaining cultivators to collapse on the hard concrete in agony.

"What's happening?" Feeling a throbbing headache springing forth, Lan Ping grudgingly stared at the masked man's pair of bright eyes s.h.i.+ne with an unrivaled sparkle that contained the truths of the world.

The eight cultivators witnessed a realistic nightmare occurring before their eyes.

In Lan Ping's illusion, he was helplessly watching his beautiful wife being repeatedly stabbed by an invisible force. Sitting on top of his chest, a murderous black fiend was suffocating him. This nightmare seemed to have repeated over a million times before his mind became lost in a daze.

Regarding these illusions, Feng Hui could not control everything with precision. Likely, he would have to reach the Immortal realm before being able to do so. The cultivator's own minds were responsible for the undefeatable monsters that would stand in front of them. In fact, Lan Ping's vision was the embodiment of his worst nightmare hidden deep within his thoughts.

This difference in strength was the result of being able to completely control the laws of the world. Nascent Soul cultivators were able to somewhat influence the world's laws, while a Transcendent-level cultivator would completely manipulate these pre-established laws. In most cases, an average Transcendent would be unable to crush a group of Nascent Soul cultivators with utter ease: Feng Hui was unique with his comprehension.

Feng Hui would have a harder time facing enemies at his realm, however. Fortunately, his foundation was unparalleled: no one could defeat him within the same realm. Regarding this, he was even confident in ending the life of the half-step Immortal Tian Changming, but it would be extremely difficult.

Seconds pa.s.sed. Feng Hui serenely watched the eyes of the cultivators turn lifeless. The first to collapse in a pool of tears was Lan Ping.

"Stop… who am I?" Lan Ping sniveled on the concrete while crawling around like a baby. Following the dead inquiry, his soul was ruthlessly wiped out.

Similar scenes were occurring with the rest of the cultivators. Feng Hui continued observing while sitting on his throne.

Soon, Feng Hui stood up while clearing every leftover trace of the dead cultivators from the world. With a satisfied look, he thought, "Mom, this is only the beginning."

Closing his eyes, Feng Hui perceived the shocked looks of countless survivors. Nearby, Bao Jing was looking at him with amazement; the little brat was admiring him a bit too much.

While Feng Hui was about to wipe out all of the remaining monsters, the little Bao Jing suddenly joyfully ran up to him.

"That was amazing, Master!" Bao Jing laughed while running toward her amazing master; her cute eyes were twinkling in excitement.

"Who's the master of this brat?" Feng Hui thought while looking at the little body tightly attached to his right knee. In the Eastern World, he had not taken a single disciple. As the leading master of the world's laws, countless genius cultivators would beg him to be their teacher.

Rolling his eyes, Feng Hui stated, "Get off, brat. I'm not your master."

"You are! Master made me a cultivator!" Giggling, Bao Jing retorted while not letting go.

Speechless, Feng Hui understood the little girl's thought process. Since he had saved Bao Jing by imparting her a cultivation technique, she was now straightforwardly acknowledging him as her master.

"Whatever." Seeing Bao Jing's fervent wors.h.i.+pping, Feng Hui forced a smile. Sighing, he stated, "I won't help. So what master am I?"

"I don't care! Master is master. I won't ever have another master." Suddenly, Bao Jing paused. Thinking for a little bit, she cutely smiled, "I don't need master's help! I will become strong on my own, then I will become master's trusted a.s.sistant."

"For that to happen, your strength has to be greater than mine. That's not possible." Feng Hui's voice was stern, but his handsome face showed some amus.e.m.e.nt with this little brat.

"Just wait and see then!" With an extremely cute smirk, Bao Jing giggled. One day, she would prove her master wrong!

"Don't count on it. If that impossible day ever comes, we can exchange names." Creating a phenomenal light, Feng Hui lifted his hand high up into the air.

"Boom!" This magnificent bright light began enveloping the entire stronghold to form a spherical shape. Very soon, this light began locking onto every monster residing inside the dome. Their monstrous bodies swiftly began fading away along with the light.

Beneath his exquisite mask, a drop of sweat formed. To annihilate the souls of thousands of intelligent monsters at once was a tiring matter. Feng Hui brightly smiled, however. This would be the start of reclaiming his homeworld.

For the thousand survivors of the stronghold, this tall magnificent silver-cloaked man would forever be imprinted in their hearts. This was the masked savior of their home. Alone, this man would carry Earth back to a bright future!

This was the start of a new era. In the distant future, the survivors would unanimously crown this unknown silver-cloaked man as the G.o.d of Earth.