King of Creation Chapter 1737 - 1722: Great Saint of the Tempest

Ye Zhen’s mind was in utter disarray at this moment!

The War Soul Blood Flag’s Void Shifting ability presented Ye Zhen with an option to instantly appear within the Demon Soul Realm, a final gambit for survival.

This was a life-saving measure to be employed only when dire circumstances necessitated it!

Having navigated numerous perilous encounters, Ye Zhen had, on multiple occasions, come close to utilizing the War Soul Blood Flag for a life-saving teleport to the Ancient Demon God Temple.

Yet, each time, he had managed to pull through without resorting to this ultimate escape.

Today, however, Ye Zhen found himself compelled to activate this ultimate safeguard against the descendant of Strong Wind, the Mid Dao Realm Green Winged Wind Kite.

He had believed himself capable of evading the Green Winged Wind Kite's pursuit, but to his surprise, the Green Winged Wind Kite proved far too swift.

Precisely as the War Soul Blood Flag initiated Ye Zhen’s teleportation, the Green Winged Wind Kite surged into the blood-red light.

Consequently, both Ye Zhen and the Green Winged Wind Kite were engulfed by the spatial passage wrought by the War Soul Blood Flag.

The surroundings dissolved into a chaotic swirl of flickering lights and distorted shadows, the very atmosphere thick with the scent of blood.

Within the confines of this spatial passage, Ye Zhen and the Green Winged Wind Kite found themselves locked in a tense, face-to-face confrontation.

Truth be told, the Green Winged Wind Kite was utterly taken aback the instant he was swept into the passage.

He had been caught entirely off guard!

The notion that the blood light could facilitate direct spatial teleportation had never crossed his mind.

Had he known that the blood light Ye Zhen activated was a spatial teleportation gateway, he would have never dared to give chase, even at the cost of his life.

The reasoning was straightforward: this void passage was exceptionally enigmatic and fraught with unpredictability. Not even seasoned experts like themselves, proficient in the Dao Realm, nor Creation Gods specializing in Spatial Divine Abilities, would venture into an unknown spatial passage without extreme caution.

Indeed, some spatial turbulences posed a threat even to Creation Gods.

Nevertheless, after a moment of stunned disbelief, the Green Winged Wind Kite regained his composure.

Being transported into the spatial passage Ye Zhen had initiated offered a temporary reprieve.

Especially since Ye Zhen was within his immediate grasp; a simple lunge and a casual Wind Blade would suffice to end Ye Zhen’s life right there and then!

However, the Green Winged Wind Kite dared not, and absolutely could not, act!

This spatial passage had been conjured by Ye Zhen through the activation of a potent artifact. Should Ye Zhen, the very key to this passage, perish, the passage itself might destabilize and collapse instantaneously.

As an uninvited intruder, he would then face banishment into the infinite void.

With a measure of luck, his cultivation might allow him to find his way back to the Primordial Continent after years or even decades. Without luck, he would be adrift in the endless void.

And if his misfortune were to peak, finding himself ensnared in void turbulence, his fate would be entirely in the hands of destiny.

As for the possibility of subduing Ye Zhen without resorting to killing him, he balked at the idea.

The explanation was simple: should Ye Zhen, as the guide of this passage, fall into despair and, in his desperation, trigger its self-destruction, the repercussions would be catastrophic.

For a Mid Dao Realm Great Saint of the Demon Race to perish alongside a mere Peak of Ninth Stage Divine Communication Realm Martial Artist like Ye Zhen would represent an immeasurable loss.

He vehemently wished to avoid such an outcome!

Thus, despite Ye Zhen being so close, the Green Winged Wind Kite maintained his restraint.

Subsequently, finding his large form inconvenient and harboring concerns that Ye Zhen's spatial teleportation artifact might not withstand it, the Green Winged Wind Kite, with a subtle motion, reverted to the guise of the sinister middle-aged martial artist he had previously adopted.

Possessing considerable experience, Ye Zhen immediately grasped the critical nature of the situation upon observing the Green Winged Wind Kite’s motionless proximity.

Nonetheless, the presence of such a formidable Great Saint from the Demon Race, actively seeking his demise, weighed heavily on Ye Zhen’s mind.

While a normal teleportation typically required around a hundred breaths, this journey felt agonizingly protracted.

"May I know how I should address you, senior?" Ye Zhen inquired, hoping to glean some valuable intelligence from the exchange.

"Hmph, there's no harm in revealing my name to you. I am Feng Kui, known far and wide as the Great Saint of the Tempest!" the Green Winged Wind Kite declared, now having resumed his human form.

Within the Demon Race, those who achieved mastery in the Dao Realm were conferred the title of Great Saint, a designation that served as a form of honorific.

This differed from the appellation of Great Saint used by the Sky Wing Three Saints. On the True Profound Continent, they had adopted the title of Great Saint, unaware of the customs observed by the Demon Race on the Primordial Continent.

Subsequently, this usage persisted, and no alterations were made.

"Might I inquire about the sum offered by your employer for undertaking my assassination, venerable one? Should you agree to spare my life, I am prepared to offer twice the amount!"

Ye Zhen harbored little hope for this proposition, yet he sought any possible avenue to avert the impending peril. His words also carried a subtle undertone of probing.

"Hiring me as an assassin? How utterly foolish of you. I, Feng Kui, of the Clan of Strong Wind, am not a mere mercenary available for hire by just anyone!"

With that, the Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, let out a chilling laugh. "Furthermore, after dispatching you, all the riches upon your person will naturally become mine. Why should I trouble myself with additional arrangements?"

Feng Kui’s gaze flickered with growing avarice as he surveyed Ye Zhen. "Your treasure has also captured my attention. Upon slaying you, it shall be mine!"

"Are you quite so certain of your victory?" Ye Zhen’s demeanor hardened considerably.

"We shall soon discover!" The Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, retorted with a sneer, tilting his chin upward.

After a brief interlude of silence, Ye Zhen resumed speaking. "Since you were not hired, and no prior animosity exists between us, what compels you to seek my life so urgently?"

The Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, cast a sideways glance at Ye Zhen. "Entrusted by another, and loyal to the charge!"

"Someone entrusted you with this task? Who might that be?" Ye Zhen pressed him swiftly.

"Youngster, rest assured, before your soul dissipates into nothingness, I shall most certainly reveal the identity of the one who desires your demise! For now, cease your futile musings!" Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, stated with deliberate caution.

Recognizing the futility of further inquiry, Ye Zhen lowered his head, commencing a swift calculation on how to confront the Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, once they arrived within the Demon Soul Realm.

Within the confines of the Demon Soul Realm, the terrain would be Ye Zhen’s own domain.

In a flash, Ye Zhen conceived a remarkably secure method for self-preservation, only to discard it moments later, unwilling to resort to sacrificing the entire Demon Soul Realm unless faced with absolute desperation.

As moments ticked by, Ye Zhen rapidly devised several plausible strategies.

Yet, these were merely plausible, lacking any definitive method to overcome Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite.

Suddenly, the resplendent, multicolored lights of the spatial tunnel began to yield to a crimson glow. Ye Zhen understood that his arrival at the Demon Soul Hall, situated within the Demon Soul Realm, was imminent.

Regrettably, Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, possessed considerable experience. Perceiving this shift, he immediately grasped that their destination was near.

His body tensed, poised for immediate action!

The instant they materialized would be Feng Kui’s opportune moment to strike and end Ye Zhen’s life.

To Feng Kui’s surprise, Ye Zhen emitted a chilling, sinister laugh.

With a mere thought, the Acquired Spirit Treasure, the Thunder Light Whip, manifested from his forehead, while the awe-inspiring Divine Thunder Punishing Evil coalesced, poised to unleash its might!

Swiftly, Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, comprehended Ye Zhen’s intention, their eyes widening in fury as they bellowed, "You dare!"

"Facing imminent death, what act would I not dare to commit!"

Accompanied by that sinister chuckle, Ye Zhen’s forehead erupted with the Punishing Evil Divine Thunder, its roar echoing through the void as it hurtled directly towards Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite.

The unfortunate Feng Kui, apprehending the risk of destabilizing the spatial tunnel, dared not evade the attack.

Consequently, the strike was met head-on, without any attempt at evasion.

Despite his formidable cultivation, Feng Kui’s form convulsed, emitting plumes of chaotic smoke as lightning crackled ferociously, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Although the Punishing Evil Divine Thunder could not inflict fatal harm, it succeeded in inducing a degree of paralysis.

However, Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, rapidly discerned that Ye Zhen had orchestrated a deception.

Ye Zhen had the audacity to strike precisely because he knew that the moment the attack was launched, their teleportation would conclude, placing them within the Demon Soul Hall.

Had this not been the case, Ye Zhen would never have dared to act with such reckless abandon.

Ye Zhen harbored no desire to obliterate the spatial tunnel and vanish into the chaotic void alongside his adversary.

"Wretch, you court death!"

The injured Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, roared in anger. Before he could retaliate, the surroundings shifted once more, revealing an entirely unfamiliar, blood-hued world.

Within the Demon Soul Hall, Ye Zhen appeared somewhat taken aback.

Ye Zhen possessed a hidden advantage within the Demon Soul Realm.

This advantage stemmed from the unique function of the War Soul Blood Flag when within the Demon Soul Realm.

Upon its return to the Demon Soul Realm, the War Soul Blood Flag transformed into a spatial divine artifact, granting Ye Zhen the ability to relocate any individual to a previously visited location within the Demon Soul Realm merely by thought.

Ye Zhen had previously considered the possibility of forcibly drawing an opponent into the Demon Soul Realm if he found himself unable to contend with them, thereby gaining a tactical advantage.

However, such a strategy was not designed for an opponent like Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite.

The moment Ye Zhen set foot in the Demon Soul Hall, he immediately utilized the power of the War Soul Blood Flag, sending the Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, a million miles away.

This action served a dual purpose: primarily to safeguard his own life, and secondarily to protect the Demon Soul Hall.

It appeared that the Ancient Demon God Temple, the Demon Soul Hall, and the War Soul Blood Flag were intricately linked, forming interconnected layers of power.

Within the Demon Soul Hall, the formations were remarkably intricate, and its architecture was shrouded in mystery. While its external defenses were exceptionally robust, the interior remained an enigma.

Faced with the Green Winged Wind Kite, Feng Kui, whose destructive capabilities were immense, there was a significant risk of it breaching the Demon Soul Hall from within. Such an event would shatter the vital connection between the Ancient Demon God Temple, the Demon Soul Hall, and the War Soul Blood Flag, plunging Ye Zhen into utter devastation.

Consequently, as soon as Ye Zhen arrived, he seized the opportunity, dispatching Feng Kui, the Green Winged Wind Kite, a million miles distant. Though Feng Kui possessed swiftness, its return journey would consume a considerable amount of time, thereby granting Ye Zhen a crucial window for preparation.

Ye Zhen's initial contemplation was that the War Soul Blood Flag, akin to a spatial divine artifact within the Demon Soul Realm, possessed the ability to teleport individuals at will.

Should he find himself incapable of handling Feng Kui, or if the situation escalated to a tense point, Ye Zhen had planned to employ the War Soul Blood Flag's power to banish Feng Kui to a distant location and devise alternative strategies.

However, a prior test had revealed that this assumption wasn't entirely accurate.

Previously, Ye Zhen had teleported Hei Er, Hei Qi, Hei Jiu, and even thousands of Demon Soul Warriors with minimal expenditure of the artifact's power. It was capable of performing hundreds or even thousands of such teleports without issue.

Yet, after teleporting Feng Kui just once, Ye Zhen was astonished to discover that the cost incurred by the War Soul Blood Flag was approximately a thousand times greater than that of teleporting Hei Er, who represented a Ten Thousand Man Army!

At present, Ye Zhen was uncertain whether this exorbitant cost was a consequence of Feng Kui's potent cultivation or due to its status as an entity not native to the Demon Soul Realm.

The price was simply too high; the War Soul Blood Flag could not sustain such a drain.

Under these constraints, Ye Zhen's earlier strategy appeared unworkable.

Just then, Hei Er, Hei Qi, and Hei Jiu, three imposing and smiling Corps Leaders of the Demon Soul Legion, materialized before Ye Zhen, kneeling in a gesture of respect.

"We welcome the Grand Marshal's return!"