King of Creation Chapter 1642 - 1627: A Dao Realm Expert Bows Down

"Yuann Hongying, you dueled Di Kuohai today and suffered defeat. Do you concede?"

Mountain God Yi Xun's voice boomed like a muffled thunderclap, slamming straight into the mind of Yuann Hongying, who had just struggled to his feet while howling in misery.

In that instant, Yuann Hongying was stunned into silence, his wails cutting off abruptly.

He stared blankly upward at Ye Zhen gazing down from above, at Mountain God Yi Xun observing through the Guardian Barrier, at Eunuch Fuq watching with worry, and at Grandma Mao eyeing him with tears welling up.

Everything pointed to one truth—he had lost!

Yuann Hongying had been beaten!

Yet before this fight, Yuann Hongying had apparently never imagined losing!

So he was totally caught off guard by this outcome!

He lacked any mental readiness for it whatsoever.

A crushing weight bore down on his chest like a towering mountain squeezing his heart, leaving him gasping for air.

The term 'defeat' pierced his heart like a razor-sharp blade!

Even more aggravating was how briefly today's clash had lasted.

In their prior epic showdown at the Five Immortals Arena against Di Kuohai, he unleashed every divine technique, lost with fulfillment, and held no regrets!

But this battle wrapped up almost right after beginning; countless moves remained unused, and he never unleashed his ultimate counters on Di Kuohai—it simply concluded.

His loss in this fight felt suffocating.

Reflecting now, Di Kuohai had dominated him through raw power...!

Indeed, utter domination!

Abruptly, a stinging pain flared across Yuann Hongying's face.

Piercing stares from spectators beyond the battlefield stabbed like needles into his cheeks!

Yuann Hongying abruptly remembered his arrogant claims before the duel: Di Kuohai would definitely fall this time!

This fight was unlike the last!

In it, he swore to kill Ye Zhen!

In hindsight, uttering those brazen words made him seem like a total fool!

A pathetic, ridiculous fool.

His folly was seen by powerhouses and geniuses from the Primordial Four Seas, plus family and kin eager to ridicule him.

Subconsciously, Yuann Hongying glanced at the Nine Realms Divine Eyes Spirit Formation hovering over the arena. He knew his clansmen and loved ones watched from behind it, its glow like piercing bolts pinning him to disgrace!

"Overpowered... fool... disgrace..."

These notions raced through his head as Yuann Hongying's chest surged wildly, spewing a stream of pale golden blood in a flawless arc through the air.

"Young Master!" Grandma Mao cried out once more.

Yet this time, her shout vanished amid the thunderous uproar from the crowd outside the battlefield.

Every cultivator, particularly those wagering on Yuann Hongying's triumph, now grasped they'd backed the wrong side, suffering massive losses!

"My Spirit Stones!"

"The Spirit Stones I scraped together over years of toil!"

"Heavens, that was my trading fund this round—how could it end like this?"

.....

Amid the anguished wails, a voice yelled at Yuann Hongying within the Guardian Light Screen: "Yuann, return my Spirit Stones!"

"Yuann, you deceiver, give back my hard-earned cash!"

"Yuann, you coward braggart, hand over my Spirit Stones!"

"Had I known you were just a pretty vase, I'd never have bet on you, coward!"

Scattered insults swelled into a torrent crashing down on Yuann Hongying.

A few sharp minds saw early on they'd been fooled by Yuann Yinying's Five-clawed Silver Dragon entrance.

One shifted his glare to angrily target Yuann Yinying, but words failed as the enormous Dragon Eye of the Five-clawed Silver Dragon beneath her locked on with icy killing intent.

Meeting that frigid, soulless Dragon Eye, the cultivator stiffened, choking back his curses.

Burning with rage and resentment, he redirected his stare to Yuann Hongying behind the Guardian Light Screen, hurling abuse.

Without the Guardian Light Screen's barrier, tens of thousands might have surged forward to curse right in Yuann Hongying's face!

Yuann Hongying stood dazed, utterly lost!

His whole life, besides his revered and dreaded father, who had ever dared hurl abuse at him?

Who would even think to?

Never!

Scenes like this—with thousands of savage mouths like blades, eyes like darts, and furious bellows like tempests—were unheard of.

Such vile phrases he'd never endured before!

Boiling blood filled his chest, urging a roar, yet no sound emerged.

Opening his mouth brought forth streams of pale golden blood, pouring endlessly.

Witnessing this, Grandma Mao and Eunuch Fuq beyond the Guardian Light Screen grew frantic and distressed.

Grandma Mao wept and hollered for the Young Master while pounding the Guardian Light Screen desperately.

Eunuch Fuq stayed composed by comparison; his eyes scanned about before fixing on Mountain God Yi Xun in the sky.

His typically rigid elderly features forced a servile, pleading smile as he gave a slight bow toward Yi Xun.

Mountain God Yi Xun's expression shifted.

This marked a Dao Realm power's deference, a Dao Realm power's plea.

It meant owing a Dao Realm power a debt!

He understood Eunuch Fuq, this Dao Realm master, humbled himself not merely to lift the Guardian Light Screen and rescue his Young Master Yuann Hongying.

Honestly, if determined, Eunuch Fuq could shatter the Guardian Light Screen anytime with his Dao Realm might.

After brief thought and silent exchange with the six void-guarding Dao Realm experts around the arena, he agreed with a nod.

Instantly, Mountain God Yi Xun unleashed a talisman glow, dissolving the Guardian Light Screen over the battlefield.

The moment it vanished, Grandma Mao streaked like lightning toward blood-vomiting Young Master Yuann Hongying.

Eunuch Fuq, however, advanced leisurely, extremely so.

Moments later, a furious cultivator bellowed to unleash wrath: "Yuann caused our huge loss—beat him!"

A golden spear forged from Golden Spirit Power whistled sharply from the masses, hurtling at the frenzied, bleeding Yuann Hongying.

No need for Eunuch Fuq; Grandma Mao waved her sleeve casually, scattering it.

Still, that spear sparked like a fuse, firing up the fury of hundreds of thousands encircling the battlefield.

Bursts of Spiritual Power surged, gathered, and burst free!

Right then, Mountain God Yi Xun's commanding voice thundered: "In a Five Immortals Hall battlefield, troublemakers die without pardon!"

Bang!

Simultaneously, the mighty Divine Senses of Five Immortals Hall's six Dao Realm Experts exploded outward, blanketing the arena and quelling every agitated soul.

Even with Yi Xun's bellow and Dao Realm suppression, some cultivators struck anyway, unleashing thousands of radiant assaults from all sides at Yuann Hongying.

The six Dao Realm Experts' presences flared skyward, each intercepting roughly a thousand strikes.

Thousands more assaults still rained down on Yuann Hongying from every angle.

Then, Eunuch Fuq, strolling mid-air, lunged ahead. His squat, bent frame ballooned to a hundred meters, then a thousand.

His colossal thousand-meter form arched like a vast canopy, enveloping Yuann Hongying protectively.

Thousands of diverse cultivation-based attacks detonated across Eunuch Fuq's gigantic body at once.

Each blast shrank Eunuch Fuq's outline slightly; each barrage diminished the titan.

From thousands—at least five thousand!

Thousands striking together, unavoidable, must be endured; even a Dao Realm Expert strained terribly.

As the barrage peaked, Eunuch Fuq's giant dwindled to just over ten meters, yet shielded Yuann Hongying steadfastly.

Blood trickled from Eunuch Fuq's mouth corner.

Concurrently, the six skyborne Dao Realm Experts' auras zeroed in on the ten thousand-plus attackers.

Any repeat strike would draw Dao Realm wrath via Qi linkage.

Thus, six Dao Realm interventions prevented greater mayhem.

Brushing aside his mouth's blood, Eunuch Fuq first struck a potent palm to steady Yuann Hongying, then with swift fingers calmed his raging aura.

Soon, Yuann Hongying's cultivation dropped from Peak Ninth Stage Dark Palace Realm to Peak Eighth Stage Dark Palace Realm!

Heartbroken, Grandma Mao held Yuann Hongying close; Eunuch Fuq cast a fond look at him, then bowed gratefully to skyborne Mountain God Yi Xun.

The intent was plain: he owed this favor.

Without Mountain God Yi Xun's deterrence of the enraged cultivators, Yuann Hongying faced two fates.

One: descend into madness and perish from unchecked hemorrhage!

Two: get torn apart by thousands or tens of thousands of vengeful cultivators once the battlefield's Guardian Light Screen lifted.

Not just Yuann Hongying—even Dao Realm Eunuch Fuq might perish instantly.

Picture the horrifying barrage from furious Divine Communication Realm, Dark Palace Realm, and Realm King Realm cultivators in the tens of thousands.

"Lord Di, this old servant thanks you for sparing my Young Master this time!" Eunuch Fuq pivoted to address Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen froze—this was mortifying.

Could Ye Zhen admit snatching Yuann Hongying's prize in Hongqing Realm, then crushing him effortlessly with Void-Slaughtering Radiance?

Mercy? Without Yuann Hongying's immense backing and the crowd, he'd have finished it.

Still, a free favor? He'd take it.

Ye Zhen pressed his lips and nodded.

.....

"Ha, I won!"

"I bet correctly—at one-to-five odds, I pocketed fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Heavens, I wagered too little, only eight thousand High Grade Spirit Stones won—why not go all in?"

These joyful outbursts drew venomous stares from Spirit Stone-losing cultivators, hearts aching like knife wounds.

"Luan Da, how much did you win? Dongzi, you too?" Yun Ben, gleefully swapping winnings, queried Luan Da and Huangdong.

He added, "Ah, I held back a bit, wagered just four million High Grade Spirit Stones, profited six hundred thousand. All-in could've netted a million High Grade Spirit Stones.

A million High Grade Spirit Stones—years of carefree cultivation.

Luan Da grinned, "Not much from me, seven million High Grade Spirit Stones bet, over a million earned."

Yun Ben eyed Huangdong, finding his face gloomier than charcoal, utterly wretched.

Yun Ben caught on: "Oh yeah, Dongzi, you ignored Luan Da and skipped betting on Di Kuohai?"

Huangdong's visage darkened more.

"Wait, you bet on Yuann Hongying instead?" Yun Ben pressed.

Hearing this, Huangdong's gloom deepened, blood nearly surging up!

Curse Yun Ben for cornering him!

Huangdong's misery defied words: three million High Grade Spirit Stones on Yuann Hongying for profit, lost everything instead.

Ahead, friends gained cultivation aids while he'd scrape by.

That disparity would widen.

Unlike Huangdong's despair, Ming Mountain Hall Grand Deacon Cui Shi wanted to weep bitterly.

He'd schemed to witness Yi Xun and Tianyun Hall's downfall, weakening them for Ming Mountain Hall's takeover.

But Yuann Hongying lost!

A total rout, letting Tianyun Hall rake in a horrifying fortune.

Likely over ten billion!

Ten billion High Grade Spirit Stones—enough to stun countless Dao Realm Experts.

Undoubtedly, post-today, Tianyun Hall's status, might, and sway in Five Immortals Hall would soar.

Ming Mountain Hall, their rival, probably...

Grand Deacon Cui Shi shed invisible tears....

With victory and loss settled, losers sought booze to drown woes, winners hunted revelers; cultivators slowly scattered.

As they departed, Ye Zhen prepared to go too.

But as Ye Zhen stirred, a thrilling dragon roar erupted, silver light flashed, and Yuann Yinying atop a Five-clawed Silver Dragon barred his way with a sharp yell.

"Hold on!"