King of Creation Chapter 1669 - 1654: Real and Fake Ironclad Evidence

Within the light screen hovering mid-air in the Universe Hall, a soul demon exuding icy blood qi darts swiftly through the lanes between the army camp tents.

Shortly thereafter, the soul demon emitting chilling blood qi parts the tent flap and slips inside a specific one.

Right now, the tent's design along with the nearby banners blazes into view with stark prominence.

This spirit shadow clearly displays the Tianming Marquisate flags, the Commander Flag bearing the "Gao" character, and even the "Ming" flag signifying the Tianming Marquis Heir.

Not to speak of the emblems adorning the armor and garb of patrolling soldiers striding past.

With just one look, Ming Tang verifies that the spirit shadow truly depicts the interior of their Tianming Marquisate's Shahe City garrison camp.

Still, Ming Tang refuses to accept that Shahe City's garrison commander Gao Xiu could be conspiring with the Demon Clan!

He himself elevated Gao Xiu, who serves as his unwavering trusted aide—this fact he's utterly assured of.

Besides, it merely suggests the soul demon sovereign sneaked into the garrison to escape pursuit; nothing confirms collusion between the Tianming Marquisate and that soul demon sovereign.

In a flash, Ming Tang formulates a fitting explanation.

Given Prince Lik of the Qintian Temple Faction stands here, his words ought to gain traction.

Yet as Ming Tang prepares to voice his defense, the hall's spirit shadow shifts once more.

Shahe City's Garrison Commander Gao Xiu strides quickly from the distance, warily scanning about before gingerly entering the tent.

Upon witnessing this, Ming Tang's complexion drains ashen like white paper, while Prince Ji Yuan and the rest wear profoundly grim looks.

This scene alone stands as ironclad proof.

Even so, the spirit shadow presses on. Roughly half a quarter-hour passes, then Gao Xiu raises the flap, departs the tent, and strides off.

Soon afterward, the soul demon sovereign that had entered emerges too, morphing instantly into a ray of blood light and fleeing into the horizon.

Ming Tang gawks at Ye Zhen in stunned silence, his eyes bulging like copper bells, overflowing with aggrieved fury!

He can't fathom when Ye Zhen began plotting his downfall, armed with such damning proof prepared beforehand.

Yet again, this native of the True Profound Continent leaves him humiliated and utterly defenseless.

For a split second, Ming Tang even weighs revealing Ye Zhen's hidden truth to strike back.

But upon reflection, he curbs that reckless urge.

Previously, after assuming the role of Sun and Moon Divine Monarch's Divine Envoy and venturing to the True Profound Continent, he botched the assignment and returned—whereupon the Divine Monarch grilled him on all matters concerning that realm and commanded prompt reports of any fresh insights.

Nevertheless, encountering Ye Zhen anew, swayed by selfish ambitions, he opted to stay silent.

Of late, Nine Suns Divine King and Sun and Moon Divine Monarch summoned him in person over the Shahe City sub-temple slaughter, but he locked this secret away in his depths.

He schemed to monopolize the True Profound Continent—that near-primitive lesser realm—all for himself.

Chances to disclose it cropped up repeatedly, yet he held his tongue, and airing it now, amid the forces of Great Zhou, Ancestor God Temple, and Heavenly Temple...

Even should it shield him from harm in this crisis, the Heavenly Temple's Sun and Moon Divine Monarch would never forgive such betrayal.

The Heavenly Temple's punishments for turncoats...

Mere contemplation of them freezes his blood cold!

But he genuinely had no inkling!

He truly never suspected Shahe City's garrison commander Gao Xiu consorted with the Demon Clan, truly never.

Yet the snag lies here: Gao Xiu ranks as his devoted confidant; with Gao Xiu ensnared, his pleas of innocence ring hollow to any ear.

The spirit shadow lays bare evidence so overwhelming that even his disbelief crumbles under it.

At this point, Ming Tang concedes the former garrison commander Gao Xiu bore guilt, and his lone desire now burns to disentangle himself.

"Your Majesty, I am wronged!"

"Your Majesty, I am truly wronged; I had absolutely no knowledge of this!" Ming Tang slams his forehead against the floor repeatedly, battering it bloody, the thuds echoing like the anguished wails of a long ape undergoing bloodletting.

Prince Lik idly caresses his fingertip, though his gaze brims with pressing anxiety; the Tianming Marquisate must be salvaged.

Otherwise, should the Heavenly Temple suffer a catastrophic setback involving Ye Zhen, Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long could still eradicate the Tianming Marquisate on charges of treason, meaning the Heavenly Temple would have already forfeited this battle.

This outcome would inflict a devastating strike upon the Heavenly Temple.

Urgency burned in the eyes of Baili Fei, Mu Xu, and Zhen Yan too, but right now, they were powerless to intervene, reduced to helpless spectators.

All they could manage was to gesture toward the princes, dukes, and officials aligned with the Heavenly Temple, imploring them to devise methods for saving Ming Tang.

Yet the issue lay in its extreme sensitivity and importance; no single person could simply rise and claim the incident had nothing to do with Heir Ming Tang of the Tianming Marquisate.

Even if Prince Ji Yuan, among the Eight Council Princes, stood forth boldly to back Ming Tang, it would prove utterly futile.

Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long would swiftly rebuke him.

A compelling justification must surface to rescue both Ming Tang and the Tianming Marquisate.

Right then, a subtle smile tugged at Ye Zhen's lips, though keen observers noted the hint of scorn within it.

Having battled for years on end, Ye Zhen ensured that even his boldest provocations left room for contingency measures.

That Spirit Shadow standing before them served as one such safeguard.

The Spirit Shadow appeared genuine, yet at its core, it was fabricated.

Why describe it so?

Ye Zhen had truly captured the Spirit Shadow beyond the garrison camp of Tianming Marquis Country in Shahe City, with accurate time and place, but the figures inside were imposters.

The Soul Demon Sovereign's presence in the Spirit Shadow came as no shock, being none other than Ye Zhen's Demon Marshal’s Avatar.

Regarding garrison commander Gao Xiu shown in the Spirit Shadow, it was Ye Zhen's Mirage Avatar shrouded in Mirage Energy, morphed to resemble Shahe City's garrison commander Gao Xiu.

The Demon Marshal’s Avatar stepped into an unoccupied command tent first, then the Mirage Avatar's version of Gao Xiu followed, and after about fifteen minutes, they departed one after the other.

The most striking feature involved varied patrol squads marching past in shifting patterns every hundred breaths, lending undeniable credibility to the Spirit Shadow.

Curious how Ye Zhen captured the Spirit Shadow undetected amid the troops?

Effortlessly, he employed a touch of Mirage Energy via the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou's transformation, merging seamlessly into the environment.

Even Dark Palace Realm generals passing nearby might fail to spot Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen directed this Spirit Shadow with masterful precision, like a flawless filmmaker.

He crafted it previously just to unleash it at the perfect juncture and dismantle Tianming Marquis Country.

Grasping the moment, Ye Zhen revealed it now, eager to gauge how deeply Tianming Marquis Country could be toppled.

Bang bang bang!

Ming Tang's head struck the floor in steady rhythm, and with each lift, his gaze locked onto Ye Zhen, brimming with fury and bitterness.

Ye Zhen remained unmoved, musing inwardly, “I am burying you, and what can you do about it?”

Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long's eyes scanned the gathered crowd slowly, his expression toward Ye Zhen shifting noticeably.

He had viewed Ye Zhen before as simply audacious, fortunate, and gifted.

But this startling development compelled a reevaluation of Ye Zhen.

It transcended raw talent; this was deliberate scheming born of meticulous forethought.

Ye Zhen earned the tag of master tactician in his thoughts instantly!

Not even he could pierce the Spirit Shadow's authenticity, yet its presentation was impeccably timed and beneficial!

“Ming Tang, the evidence is overwhelming. Do you have anything to say?” Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long's icy tone echoed, gripping every heart present.

All recognized that these words from Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long signaled his resolve to punish Tianming Marquis Country and Ming Tang.

Prince Lik Ji Yuan and his allies grew desperately worried; without a counter, Tianming Marquis Country faced total ruin.

Abruptly, Prince Lik's eyes landed on West Patrol Xio Qiangu.

With no alternatives left, West Patrol Xio Qiangu must step in.

Though invoking West Patrol here would betray Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long and heighten his distrust of West Patrol Xio Qiangu.

Yet if West Patrol Xio Qiangu stayed passive, would Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long ease his watch over Xio Qiangu’s family?

Hadn't Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long himself propelled Ye Zhen into this fray?

It didn't matter; the Emperor had long sought to confront the Xio Family's grip on West Patrol for over a year or two. A touch more enmity made no difference.

As long as Ming Tang could be safeguarded and Tianming Marquis Country protected!

Prince Lik Ji Yuan's eyes and Divine Sense locked onto West Patrol Xio Qiangu at the same instant.

West Patrol Xio Qiangu froze briefly, perfectly grasping the intent behind Prince Lik Ji Yuan's signal.

He hesitated; though the harm seemed slight, it would thrust him into dire peril, like meat on a spit. Unless forced, he absolutely refused to take that step.

Yet the very next moment, the piercing stares from Hall Masters Baili Fei, Mu Xu, and Zhen Yan twisted a bitter smile across Xio Qiangu's lips.

He realized choice had slipped from his grasp.

This was a pivotal instant for choosing allegiances.

"Your Majesty, the subject has an important matter related to this case to report!" Xio Qiangu suddenly broke ranks, cutting in right as Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long's fury neared explosion.

"Hmm?" Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long's gaze flashed with icy menace, sharply sensing the weight of Xio Qiangu's timely interruption.

Still, glancing at Prince Lik Ji Yuan and his allies, Ren Venerate Emperor grasped that denying Xio Qiangu his say would only provoke Prince Lik Ji Yuan and the others to insist relentlessly until the report was heard.

Better to allow Xio Qiangu to voice it directly than yield under duress.

"Speak!" Ren Venerate Emperor Ji Long ground out the command through clenched teeth, its chilling edge resounding for everyone.