Originally, his power was several degrees stronger than Lian Tingyu. If he fought back desperately, he might have survived a few more breaths in Lu Yuan's hands.
But the backbone of the other Lower Realm Human Race had long been broken by Heaven.
For hundreds of thousands of years, they accepted fate, took whatever was given or taken, and no longer dared to oppose Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan flicked his wrist.
A golden Thunder Arc sliced through the void, directly turning the terrified blue-robed youth into charcoal.
Then Lu Yuan casually cleaned up the spoils, acquiring another Storage Ring and a Wood Dao Mark.
"The strength of these Human Race talents is too weak. Does Heaven really hope to capture the Celestial Emperor's Inheritance with them?"
While refining the Wood Dao Mark, Lu Yuan pondered in his heart.
The path of cultivation depends not only on Talent and aptitude, but the Dao heart is also a significant part.
