King of Creation Chapter 1769 - 1754: Creation Power Reappears

On the 9th of June, in the 738th year of Great Zhou Jianwu, as the dawn painted the sky with a fiery hue, Ye Zhen arrived with his usual punctuality at the entrance of the War Soul Hall.

With swift movements, he first unfurled his banner, then arranged the victory banners from the prior two days, and finally, planted the third triumphant banner.

"At fifteen minutes past the Hour of Chen on this 9th of June, Ye Zhen has arrived. Yet, the War Soul Hall's gates remain firmly shut. Is there no one within? Or perhaps, no courage left?"

His taunting words, though brief, ignited a burning rage within the priests concealed behind the War Soul Hall's doors. Each one yearned to burst forth and engage Ye Zhen in a fatal duel.

"Let me out! Even if it requires a forbidden technique and the sacrifice of my lifespan, I must face this Ye to the death! He has crossed the line! I will slay him!" Sima Yan, his eyes blazing red, declared as he angrily pounded on the hall's entrance, desperate to force it open.

Many priests of the War Soul Hall, Sima Yan included, had remained awake throughout the night, their pent-up fury simmering, awaiting the opportunity to unleash it.

Even the Right Chief Priest, Dalantai, had foregone sleep, his anticipation for this very day palpable.

As a Right Chief Priest, he had been publicly humiliated by Ye Zhen, losing all his dignity. His anger far surpassed that of anyone else present.

However, he knew they had to be restrained.

"Patience, everyone! Do not disrupt the Grand Master's meticulously laid plans! The Grand Master has made arrangements from the outset!" Dalantai urged.

"Arrangements or not, today marks the third day. If this continues, how will our War Soul Hall ever show its face to the world again?"

"Let us wait but one more hour!"

Dalantai pleaded earnestly.

Since the War Soul Hall intended to make a decisive move and unleash their wrath, they felt it must be done under the public's watchful eyes. Only then would their vengeance feel truly satisfying and their actions have the desired impact. Furthermore, this public display would shield them from potential repercussions!

Under Dalantai's calming influence, the enraged priests of the War Soul Hall managed to temper their fury.

After all, even if they stormed out, their eagerness alone wouldn't guarantee victory against Ye Zhen.

Meanwhile, as Ye Zhen's imposing banner stood tall, priests began to congregate, arriving in rapid succession.

Within an hour, the assembled crowd swelled to a staggering twenty thousand.

These priests, capable of observing from every conceivable angle, ensured that the sheer number of spectators would overwhelm the available space.

Two hours later, the count of priests gathered from the Ancestor God Temple had surpassed thirty thousand.

The majority were drawn by the spectacle itself, including priests from branch halls harboring past grievances with the War Soul Hall, and many more enticed by the prizes Ye Zhen had pledged.

While the prizes were not extraordinarily valuable, the thrill of the competition was irresistible.

The possibility of winning a prize brought immense joy, and Ye Zhen had hinted that the rewards would be different today.

With such a large assembly, a cacophony of discussions filled the air.

Conversations buzzed, and many pointed towards the still-shut doors of the War Soul Hall, their commentary highlighting the hall's perceived cowardice and lack of resolve – speculation ran rampant.

Upon overhearing these remarks, the priests within the War Soul Hall simmered with renewed anger.

At this critical juncture, the War Soul Hall Master turned to his Left Chief Priest, Xii Mo, and nodded, "It is nearly time. You may proceed!"

"Remember, show no hesitation. Strike decisively. It is acceptable even if you cripple him, or indeed, end his life!"

Hearing these words, Left Chief Priest Xii Mo smirked, "Hall Master, I understand. Though the Inherited Divine Messenger holds a unique position, many have met their end within our Ancestor God Temple. Adding him to that tally will hardly be noticed!"

With that declaration, Xii Mo, accompanied by four Great Sun Priests, over a hundred Moon Priests, and a multitude of Star Priests, marched forth from the War Soul Hall.

As they emerged into the square outside the War Soul Hall, the scene resembled thirty thousand ducks in a frenzy of noise and movement.

With a resounding creak!

The sound of the War Soul Hall's doors swinging open captured everyone's attention. Upon glimpsing the War Soul Hall's Left Chief Priest, Xii Mo, the onlookers' expressions shifted.

A realization dawned upon some priests: today was different. The War Soul Hall was finally making its move.

"Left Chief Priest Ye, be cautious! You face Xii Mo, the Left Chief Priest of the War Soul Hall and a formidable Great Sun Priest!"

"Be warned, Ye Zhen! At the forefront is Xii Mo, a truly ruthless individual..."

Simultaneously, within Ye Zhen's Spirit Palace, hundreds of Divine Soul Telecommunication messages flooded his senses, overwhelming him.

These urgent warnings came from priests who wished to continue witnessing the unfolding events and did not want Ye Zhen to be driven away. They felt that while Ye Zhen's challenge was permissible, lingering at the War Soul Hall's doorstep for so long was inappropriate.

Indeed, the moment he exited the War Soul Hall's portal, Left Chief Priest Xii Mo of the War Soul Hall cast a frigid glare upon Ye Zhen's banner poles.

"What is this? Daring to obstruct the very entrance of my War Soul Hall?" In his furious bellow, and before anyone could witness his movements, Xii Mo caused both flagpoles to instantly disintegrate into dust!

"Hah, for days your War Soul Hall has acted like cowards, and today, at last, someone dares to emerge!"

With a tone dripping with mockery, Ye Zhen gestured towards a Moon Priest standing behind Xii Mo. "This Moon Priest, I, Ye Zhen of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, have come to issue a challenge!"

"Do not be too hasty to refuse, do not be afraid. Ye Zhen is but an ordinary individual, possessing only the Ninth Stage of the Divine Communication Realm cultivation..."

Before Ye Zhen could utter another word, uproarious laughter erupted from all around, completely drowning him out.

This wave of laughter instantly threw the War Soul Hall's Moon Priests into a state of embarrassment. The named Moon Priest reluctantly stepped forward to accept the challenge.

To be defeated by Ye Zhen was far preferable to being ridiculed to death!

However, that Moon Priest was halted by Left Chief Priest Xii Mo, whose countenance was as dark as a stormy sea.

"Ye Zhen, Left Chief Priest Ye, I am Xii Mo, the Left Chief Priest of the War Soul Hall!" Xii Mo declared, initiating the introduction.

"Oh? And what guidance do you offer me?"

"According to the rules of our Ancestor God Temple, your challenge to a War Soul Hall Moon Priest is entirely permissible. However, you have blockaded the entrance to our War Soul Hall, thereby severely disrupting our normal operations.

"Now, within ten breaths, you shall depart immediately! Otherwise, do not blame me, Xii Mo, for resorting to impolite measures!"

With his halberd-like finger pointed accusingly at Ye Zhen, Left Chief Priest Xii Mo of the War Soul Hall began his personal count!

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

"Seven!"

"Oh, you intend to expel me? Are you perhaps fearful of the War God Temple, or have you conceded defeat? What if I simply refuse to leave?" Ye Zhen stood with his arms crossed, adopting an air of detached amusement, as if observing a performance.

Xii Mo shot Ye Zhen a cold glance. "In that case, do not expect me to refrain from personally escorting you out! When I, Xii Mo, take action, I do so without reservation! If you possess any semblance of sense, you will retreat swiftly. Otherwise, be warned that any future encounter will result in your swift and decisive defeat!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen let out a hearty laugh that echoed towards the heavens. "I, Ye, comprehend every word you have spoken, with the sole exception of those two characters that translate to 'possess any semblance of sense'!"

"Hmph, you dare defy me!"

Xii Mo sneered, and ceasing all further dialogue, resumed his count, a palpable killing intent emanating from his body.

"Brother Ye, you should depart posthaste! This fellow Xii is known for his brutal methods!"

"Left Chief Priest Ye, it is the Great Sun Sacrifice; it would be prudent to withdraw!"

"It appears they have resolved to employ underhanded tactics; you would be wise to leave without delay!" A barrage of Divine Soul Telecommunication messages flooded Ye Zhen, evoking a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Nevertheless, Ye Zhen continued to completely disregard Xii Mo, mockingly observing the latter's countdown.

Having previously served as a commander, how could Ye Zhen possibly fail to anticipate such a scenario and neglect to make prior arrangements!

"Five!"

"Four!"

"Three!"

With each enumerated number, the Malevolent Qi surrounding Xii Mo intensified, his aura swelling with power, and his killing intent ascending towards the heavens.

It was universally understood that upon completing his count, Xii Mo would unleash a devastating assault upon Ye Zhen.

"Two!"

At this critical juncture, the hearts of every observing priest were gripped with anticipation.

The priests arrayed behind Xii Mo within the War Soul Hall clenched their fists, having awaited this precise moment for three long days.

They yearned to unleash their pent-up fury.

Now, they were on the precipice of witnessing it!

"One!"

A radiant Spirit Light suddenly surged from Left Chief Priest Xii Mo of the War Soul Hall, signaling the imminent commencement of his strike.

But precisely at that instant, an eerie Yin Qi erupted beside Ye Zhen. Princess Changle, adorned in a lake-green palace gown, materialized next to him without warning.

"What a truly admirable spectacle, Left Chief Priest Xii, for a mid-stage Dao Realm Great Sun Priest to condescend to challenge our Barbarian Spirit Hall's Left Chief Priest Ye, whose cultivation is a mere Ninth Stage of the Divine Communication Realm. Such boundless generosity and magnanimous spirit are truly worthy of my utmost admiration!"

Princess Changle, having appeared abruptly, offered Xii Mo a sarcastic thumbs-up!

The sudden arrival of Princess Changle threw the War Soul Hall priests, who had been eagerly anticipating this confrontation, into disarray.

Just as they were poised to relish the moment, an uninvited interloper had appeared out of nowhere.

However, owing to Princess Changle's esteemed status, both internally and externally recognized, even Xii Mo could not afford to dismiss her.

Despite Princess Changle's barbed words causing the faces of the War Soul Hall contingent to flush with embarrassment, they were compelled to endure it.

At this moment, Xii Mo expressionlessly bowed towards Princess Changle, "Palace Master Ji overpraises us. I, Xii, am merely maintaining our War Soul Hall’s honor. Please allow me to clear out the riffraff, after which it wouldn’t be too late to invite Palace Master Ji in for tea!"

Xii Mo was already determined; even if Princess Changle arrived, as long as Ye Zhen didn’t depart, he would deal with Ye Zhen.

Otherwise, their War Soul Hall would truly suffer humiliation and be unable to function properly.

For two whole days, countless matters had already been postponed.

"No need for tea!" Princess Changle smiled faintly, "However, I am quite idle today and suddenly feel like having a spar with Left Chief Priest Xii. Would Left Chief Priest Xii dare to engage?"

Upon hearing this, all the priests from all directions, including Xii Mo, Dalantai of the War Soul Hall, and those like Hall Master Bi Ze observing from the sidelines, were greatly astonished.

Did Hall Master Ji Changle from the Barbarian Spirit Hall actually intervene in this particular situation?

What shocked them even more was that, just as Princess Changle finished speaking, without even waiting for Xii Mo’s reaction,

over a hundred eerie Yin Spirits abruptly materialized behind Princess Changle, and endless Evil Qi instantly ensnared Left Chief Priest Xii Mo of the War Soul Hall.

At that precise moment, an indescribable aura suddenly surged forth from Princess Changle.

It felt as if it was a Primordial Aura from ages past, or perhaps a terrifying pressure descending with the Great Sun and Moon, or like this very world unfurling before their eyes.

Instantly, all the priests from every direction felt suffocated.

The unprecedentedly terrifying pressure propagated outwards like ripples in every direction.

Wherever these ripples swept past, all the priests’ bodies involuntarily trembled, and many plummeted from the sky like falling dumplings, landing with a series of resounding thuds.

The priests situated further from Princess Changle experienced a slightly diminished pressure, but those nearer to her, especially those facing her from the War Soul Hall,

were forcibly suppressed, collapsing onto their knees with distinct thuds!

As for Xii Mo himself, he appeared like a contorted shrimp, his face flushed crimson, yet spiritual power circulated with abandon around him. His Primordial Spirit faintly materialized as a shadow behind him, desperately warding off Princess Changle’s pressure, striving to maintain an upright posture and resisting the urge to bow before her.

Yet, he still could not straighten himself!

"This... is... Creation Power!" Xii Mo uttered these words with great strain.

"Creation Spiritual Power!!" Exclamations echoed within the War Soul Hall, and the War Soul Hall Master Bi Ze’s face turned exceedingly grim, his expression akin to having ingested a fly!