King of Creation Chapter 1683: 1668: Another Goal?

The Ziling Immortal Sword, a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure that could unleash the might of a mid-grade spiritual treasure, cleaved toward the Grand Spirit Masters, every one of them at the Dark Palace Realm. How would this spectacle unfold?

Thanks to Zi Ling’s profound sword dao attainment, more than three hundred Grand Spirit Masters were immediately wrapped in sword light.

Regrettably, the power spread too thin, letting over a hundred swift Grand Spirit Masters dodge the calamity.

Still, the Ziling Immortal Sword chopped down nearly two hundred Grand Spirit Masters in just one blow!

Almost two hundred Grand Spirit Masters fell to a single slash, a sight that left everyone on scene dumbfounded, even Abbot Jiwei who was pulling back!

All eyes turned to Ye Zhen in utter shock, struggling to grasp how he could pull off such a pinpoint deadly sword move while handling multiple tasks.

Killing nearly two hundred Grand Spirit Masters with one sword swing—such strength might only come from a Dao Realm powerhouse?

Fear swiftly gripped everyone's hearts, crumbling their will to fight back.

Abbot Jiwei’s look at Ye Zhen now brimmed with deep wariness!

Moreover, what Ye Zhen had just displayed was beyond his own reach.

Yet nobody imagined that the Ziling Immortal Sword acted as its own being in certain ways.

It had its own spirit wisdom, primordial spirit, and sword dao skills. All it required was borrowing Ye Zhen’s cultivation base.

Without the constraint of Ye Zhen’s cultivation limits, Zi Ling could have effortlessly slain Abbot Jiwei with one strike.

As Zi Ling wrought havoc, Ye Zhen’s Demon Marshal Avatar had already taken out the two leftover early-stage Realm King Divine Masters in those brief moments, then got tied up by four out of the seven remaining Divine Masters.

The hundred Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons awakened by Ye Zhen, each radiating Dark Palace Realm aura, rushed at the thousands of Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys.

But these hundred Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons aimed not to wipe out all the Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys, rather to confine them!

Though fully destroying those thousands of Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys proved tough for the Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons, holding them in place was a simple task.

On top of that, the Nine-Headed Beast raged through the Spirit Masters, its nine heads delivering brutal attacks that sparked huge disorder, preventing the Spirit Masters and Divine Envoys—who made up ninety percent—from mounting any real resistance.

As the three Divine Masters charged at him, Ye Zhen tossed a tiny pouch holding half a drop of amber-hued Jade Liquid into his mouth.

His tongue stirred, bursting the pouch open, and the Nine Heavens Spirit Marrow Liquid—brimming with boundless spiritual power—spread across Ye Zhen’s mouth before turning into a raging spiritual power surge that poured into his depleted Spirit Palace as he swallowed.

The relentless drain from the Ziling Immortal Sword’s pulls, plus awakening a hundred Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons simultaneously, had completely emptied Ye Zhen’s Spirit Palace and dantian.

So Ye Zhen didn’t hesitate to use the priceless Nine Heavens Spirit Marrow Liquid, a bottle he’d bid 1.6 million high-grade Spirit Stones for at Five Immortals Island’s yearly auction.

That bottle held three drops of Nine Heavens Spirit Marrow Liquid, yet even half a drop could instantly refill all spent spiritual power for any martial artist under the Realm King Realm.

Ye Zhen split the three-drop bottle into eight shares; before reaching Realm King Realm, each share of Nine Heavens Spirit Marrow Liquid could fully restore his drained spiritual power in a flash.

Right then, Ye Zhen swallowed one share worth a jaw-dropping 200,000 high-grade Spirit Stones.

For typical martial artists, gathering that fortune might demand years or even over a decade of toil, but Ye Zhen gulped it down instantly.

The results, however, were breathtakingly effective.

In no time, Ye Zhen’s depleted spiritual power surged back; with a simple wave, a Sixth Formation Profound Fire Drill pulsing with dreadful aura blasted toward the oncoming Realm King fifth-stage Divine Master!

Boom!

In the blast of the Sixth Formation Profound Fire Drill, that Realm King fifth-stage Divine Master vanished into ashes without a single cry.

Even more astonishingly, a Realm King sixth-stage Divine Master trailing right behind suffered only a slight brush from the erupting flames of the Sixth Formation Profound Fire Drill, charring one arm to cinders while blanketing half his body in blistered, crimson, seared skin.

The remaining two Divine Masters, charging after Ye Zhen in the wake of the leader, froze in shock at the horrifying sight.

Spotting yet another fire drill, radiating a fearsome aura, materializing between Ye Zhen’s fingers, they shrieked in terror and spun around desperately to flee.

Ye Zhen leaped up, giving chase to those two Divine Masters, but his strike wasn’t aimed at them.

Overhead, the acquired spiritual treasure known as the Thunder Light Whip materialized, unleashing booming thunderclaps as bolt after bolt of Evil Punishing Divine Thunder hammered down on the four Divine Masters who had Ye Zhen’s Demon Marshal Avatar pinned in desperate struggle.

This sudden assault caught them completely off guard, especially since the Evil Punishing Divine Thunder was renowned for its blinding speed, and the gap was so narrow.

The four Divine Masters surrounding the Demon Marshal Avatar got blasted by Ye Zhen’s Evil Punishing Divine Thunder all at once.

Suddenly, a horrifying blood-red saber beam slashed through, sending four severed heads soaring into the emptiness.

High above the Luo Prefecture Branch Temple of the Heavenly Temple, the War Soul Blood Flag swirled like a crimson maelstrom, devouring every innate divine soul from the fallen martial artists that tried to slip away.

In a burst of bloody glow, as the Demon Marshal Avatar hunted down a Realm King Divine Master who had evaded Ye Zhen’s earlier strike, yet another Realm King Divine Master apparently cracked under the fear and lost his nerve.

With a frantic spin, he bolted toward the exit of the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch, desperate to escape the deadly chaos.

Surprisingly, Ye Zhen didn’t pursue, instead flashing a deep, mysterious grin at his lips.

Right as this Realm King Divine Master appeared on the verge of breaking free from the slaughter, fleeing the infernal Luo Prefecture Branch Temple.

A dark silhouette burst into existence from thin air in the void, slamming silently and fiercely into the panicked mid-tier Realm King-stage Divine Master.

Bam!

With his focus locked on the chasing Ye Zhen behind him, ignoring what lay ahead, the Divine Master’s skull burst open in the dark sky like a ripe melon, splattering vivid red and white.

Then, that shadow dissolved back into nothingness, concealed once more within the void.

Yet, every time a martial artist tried to bolt from the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch, it would strike like a bolt from the blue.

Dashing forward without a sound, ripping foes to shreds!

This elusive shadow turned out to be none other than the Cloud Wing Tiger King Kitten.

Since Ye Zhen’s forces were short-handed for this operation, someone needed to patrol outside the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch to block any frantic runners from alerting others.

After careful consideration, the Cloud Wing Tiger King Kitten—capable of soaring at astonishing speeds in utter silence—proved the perfect pick for ambushes.

Even Realm King ninth-stage warriors could fall prey to Kitten’s claws without warning.

Having barely staunched his wounds, Abbot Jiwei of the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch gaped at the carnage, rubbing his eyes hard in utter incredulity at the unfolding nightmare.

In just moments, all nine surviving Divine Masters lay slain, while the more than one hundred Grand Spirit Masters teetered on the brink under the relentless hunt of the Ziling Immortal Sword.

It felt less like facing a small enemy group and more like an assault by a crack special forces unit.

Their ranks had shrunk by nearly twenty percent in seconds, with over half their fighting power shattered.

This nightmarish slaughter chilled Abbot Jiwei to the bone, making him realize that without swift action, the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch faced total annihilation.

“Retreat into the Sun and Moon Temple!”

“Everyone, fall back fast—into the Sun and Moon Temple, now!”

As Abbot Jiwei’s frantic command rang out, a sly smirk spread across Ye Zhen’s face. This was precisely the cue he’d anticipated from the abbot!

Ye Zhen’s assault on the Heavenly Temple’s Luo Prefecture Branch this round went far beyond just dispelling doubts!