"I didn't expect that Du Ning would consolidate the semi-saint realm in just a few days. Not only that, his Kunlun Holy Sword could actually suppress the Xuanming Holy Sword!"
"It was a miscalculation! We, the Rakshasa tribe, made a miscalculation! We shouldn't be in such a hurry!"
The faces of the saints of the Rakshasa tribe became uglier each one.
Lou Sheng's eyes were spitting fire, and he was gritting his teeth. He thought of Lan Sheng's words in his heart. Maybe they really underestimated Du Ning too much, so that the Rakshasa tribe was always restrained and humiliated everywhere.
If they had regarded Duning as their real opponent from the beginning, they might not have been so reckless as to engage in a holy throne bet with the human race.
The Rakshasa army is ready to go, waiting for the Holy Spirit to kill Du Ning and then enter the Kunlun literary world.
Now that the outcome has not yet been decided, the Rakshasa army has long since suffered a nervous breakdown and its morale has been demoralized.
The preparations of the Rakshasa Tribe have actually become a joke in the Holy Forest Continent!
At this moment, all the saints of the Rakshasa tribe felt that their faces were burning, and they were very ashamed and angry.
On the other hand, on the human side, there is no need to analyze the current battle situation. Any scholar can foresee that it is only a matter of time before Du Ning kills the Holy Spirit.
But Du Ning is not in a hurry, because Du Ning is confident and can handle it with ease.
This is not a show of pride, nor is it pride, but a huge difference in strength between the two sides. Even if Du Ning is just strolling around, he can still kill the Spirit Saint while talking and laughing.
Compared to Du Ning killing the Spiritual Saint with the force of thunder, this leisurely pace is simply a mental torture worse than death for the entire Rakshasa clan.
Du Ning slowly stepped forward, while Ling Sheng involuntarily stepped back.
"Sage Holy Spirit, you have failed."
Du Ning spoke slowly, announcing Ling Sheng's failure.
"I……"
Holy Spirit's chest rose and fell violently, and even though he was filled with humiliation and dissatisfaction, it was difficult to change the current facts.
Du Ning's Holy Sword of Kunlun has great power. Even the seventh-ranked Xuanming Holy Sword of the Rakshasa tribe is no match for the Holy Sword of Kunlun.
If the fight continues, the Lingsheng may be in trouble.
A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, finally making the arrogant Holy Spirit feel extremely frightened.
At this moment, Spirit Saint finally knew that he might be gifted in the Rakshasa clan and could call himself a genius, but in front of Du Ning, he was nothing.
Although I don't want to accept it, the cruel reality is like this.
Lingsheng took a deep breath, raised his hands to Du Ning, and said: "Du Sheng's talent is unparalleled in ancient times and today. I am willing to admit defeat to you, and promise never to participate in the war between the human race and the Rakshasa tribe again. Please also invite Du Sheng's subordinates."
Have mercy and spare my life."
As soon as these words came out, all the Rakshasa tribesmen who saw this scene completely collapsed.
The dignified semi-saint actually begged Du Ning for mercy!
This is a huge shame!
Saint Ling's expression remained unchanged, and he had only one thought in his mind, that is, he must live no matter what the cost.
It is better to die than live.
Although it was very embarrassing, Lingsheng felt that he had been deceived by Lou Sheng. If it weren't for Lou Sheng's sweet words, he would not have stepped forward to fight Du Ning.
It is better to lose face than to lose life.
"Holy Spirit, is this your attitude in begging for mercy?"
Du Ning smiled slightly, with a sarcastic look on his face.
Spirit Saint's expression changed, and the next moment he knelt down towards Du Ning with a plop, straightened his body, lowered his head, and said: "I beg Du Saint to spare my life."
This scene made the saints of the Rakshasa tribe dumbfounded.
It also made the people of the Rakshasa tribe furious and full of grief and anger.
"Damn it, how have we, the Rakshasa tribe, ever bowed down to the human race? A majestic semi-saint, we are so greedy for life and afraid of death!"
"You can be humiliated and killed by Du Ning, but you can't beg for mercy from him!"
"We, the Rakshasa clan, are the first clan in the world. We can be killed, but not humiliated!"
Countless Rakshasa people pointed at the Holy Spirit and cursed loudly, each word becoming more unpleasant than the last.
These popular sentiments reached directly to the Pavilion of All Saints and resounded in the ears of every Rakshasa semi-saint.
The saints of the Rakshasa tribe were all red-faced and furious, but they could not stop it.
"The dignified half-saint of the Rakshasa tribe actually knelt down and begged for mercy from the half-saint of the human race. Shame, shame, a huge shame!"
"What are we doing? We actually sent a person like Ling Sheng, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, to wage a life-and-death battle with the human race. It's ridiculous!"
"The Holy Spirit deserves death! Sin deserves death!"
Roaring sounds continued to be heard in the Pavilion of All Saints. They were so mad with hatred that they wanted to peel off Du Ning's muscles and tear the Spirit Saint into pieces.
Especially Lou Sheng, whose face turned ferocious due to extreme anger.
Lou Sheng regretted it in his heart, he really regretted it.
If he hadn't been so eager to kill Du Ning, he wouldn't have launched a holy battle against the human race, let alone sent a spiritual saint to participate in the battle.
Now Lingsheng knelt down to Du Ning and begged for mercy, and Lou Sheng could hardly absolve himself of the blame.
If not, you may even have to issue an edict to punish yourself.
This was unacceptable to Lou Sheng.
"Lord Saint, hurry up and interrupt the image transmission, it can't be released anymore!"
"If the image of the world of life and death is not interrupted, the public opinion of our Rakshasa clan will be destroyed."
"Don't hesitate any longer!"
All the saints spoke one after another and directly put pressure on Lou Sheng.
They couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't watch it any longer.
Lou Sheng's face was extremely ugly, but after all it was difficult to resist the wishes of the saints, so he had to say: "Okay, interrupt the image immediately."
After receiving Lou Sheng's affirmation, the saints immediately withdrew the holy power of transmitting the image.
When the Rakshasa people saw the image disappear, they realized that the situation was more serious than they imagined, so they yelled at the Pavilion of Saints like crazy.
They would rather wake up to the news that the Holy Spirit had been killed than see the Holy Spirit suffer such humiliation.
"It's over... The Holy Spirit is over..."
This is the thought in the minds of almost all Rakshasa people.
On the human side, countless scholars cheered.
When the Holy Spirit begged Du Ning for mercy, he was admitting defeat to Du Ning.
When the human race wins, it is natural to take back the Kunwu Realm and wash away the shame of the past.
"Du Sheng is so powerful. He can actually force a foreign half-saint to kneel down and beg for mercy."
"When the Holy Spirit knelt down, he really lost the face of his majestic Rakshasa semi-saint."
"Haha... From now on, I don't think any Rakshasa tribe dares to look down on our human race."
The human scholars were proud and proud, and at the same time they admired Du Ning.
In the realm of life and death.
Du Ning looked at the Holy Spirit kneeling on the ground with a look of deep contempt and disdain on his face. He looked down on such a semi-saint from the bottom of his heart.
Bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, being arrogant when facing those weaker than oneself, and kneeling down to beg for mercy when in danger.
It turns out that the half-saints of the Rakshasa tribe are also afraid of death.
"Sage Holy Spirit, you are tired after kneeling for so long. Get up first." Du Ning said.
"Thank you very much, Du Sheng, for not killing me."
The Holy Spirit was overjoyed and stood up.
Instead, Du Ning asked in confusion: "Did I ever say that I would not kill you?"
Lingsheng's face changed drastically and he said hurriedly: "I have already begged you for mercy. If you ask me to get up, don't you mean to spare me?"
