King of Creation Chapter 1791 - 1776: This Is Only the Beginning

The eyes of the Strong Wind, Ye Zhen, had transformed into, were significantly larger than an ox's head, fixated on Xio Zhen, Xio Tiandong, and their retinue approximately ten li away. That frigid glare and Evil Qi induced a sensation akin to falling into an ice cellar for all the Xio Family experts; many commenced shivering uncontrollably. This wasn't due to cowardice—after all, a man's reputation mirrors a tree's shadow. Even their ancestor, Xio Zhen, had remarked that the mere bloodline descendants of a Strong Wind could incapacitate or kill three Dao Realm Experts. Thus, the actual Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind presented an even greater threat. To claim they weren't frightened would be a falsehood! Indeed, even Ancestor Xio Zhen's forehead was beaded with perspiration. He was also apprehensive. Should this Strong Wind enter a murderous rampage, among these more than fifty individuals, only he, a Dao Realm Expert, might potentially preserve his life—and even that prospect wasn't high. Fortunately, Xio Zhen had navigated countless perilous situations, experiencing circumstances far more dangerous than this. "Calm yourselves!" he commanded. "All of you, settle down for this old man. No one is to move without authorization, and you must refrain from any fluctuation in your Spiritual Power, lest we provoke this Strong Wind before us." Xio Zhen repeatedly stressed this point. Including Xio Zhen himself, nobody dared to stir; numerous Xio Clan Martial Artists even held their breath. For a period, a solitary bird and over fifty experts were in a standoff in the sky. Suddenly, several streaks of light shot from the distant void, rapidly descending towards Ancestor Xio Zhen and Family Head Xio Tiandong. The head of the Strong Wind, Ye Zhen, slowly lifted. Instantly, Xio Zhen and Xio Tiandong, who had just received the Talisman Communications, were drenched in sweat as if doused with water. Far from using their Divine Sense to check the messages, they didn't even dare to shift. They were terrified of provoking the Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind confronting them. However, the critical issue was that the Talisman Communications were flying towards them sequentially, each more urgent than the last. This caused Xio Zhen's brows to furrow deeply. The younger generation of the clan typically refrained from sending him Talisman Communications. Such frequent transmissions strongly suggested a major event was unfolding. Yet, Xio Zhen still hesitated to act. Frankly, it wasn't that Xio Zhen feared Ancient Fierce Beasts, but he was reluctant to gamble his life against a Strong Wind of this magnitude. This specific type of Ancient Fierce Beast, notorious for its incredible speed, was exceptionally difficult to counter. It was entirely possible to be slain before even glimpsing its form. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Xio Zhen avoided engaging this Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind. As one Talisman Communication after another arrived, Xio Zhen could only catch them, yet he dared not make the slightest movement. The fifty experts remained suspended in mid-air, their bodies nearly rigid. Fortunately, after half a quarter-hour, the Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind appeared to sense no threat from Xio Zhen's group. Its gaze shifted, and it slowly turned. Its form flickered, and it vanished in an instant. At that moment, Xio Zhen, Xio Tiandong, and their entourage resembled individuals pulled from water, completely soaked in sweat. Even Ancestor Xio Zhen shared this state. After drawing several deep breaths, Xio Zhen and Xio Tiandong simultaneously directed their Divine Sense into the series of urgent Talisman Communications they had received. The instant their Divine Sense penetrated the messages, both men's expressions contorted dramatically. "Enemy attack!" "Ancestor, return to reinforce immediately, the Demon Clan is assaulting!" "A hundred thousand Demon Army troops are advancing, Ancestor, please hasten to our aid!" .... "How is this conceivable?" Family Head Xio Tiandong exclaimed in disbelief. This was the very Heartland of Great Zhou; how could a hundred thousand Demon Clan soldiers materialize here? Could it be that the fortresses on the Human-Demon Battlefield had been breached? "Return!" Xio Zhen uttered through gritted teeth, then cast a glance towards the direction where the Strong Wind had disappeared, a subtle premonition stirring within him. These two occurrences were simply... too much of a coincidence. ..... Dongxi County City. The Dongxi Clan boasted immense affluence and a sprawling network of enterprises. Their ability to safeguard these assets stemmed not only from the protection offered by West Patrol Xio Qiangu but also from their considerable inherent strength. Nearly ten thousand permanent guards were stationed within the city, supplemented by approximately ten thousand additional Martial Artists who served as year-round trainees under West Patrol Xio Qiangu.

Ultimately, the Xio Mansion housed over twenty thousand Martial Artists.

Of this considerable number, approximately one hundred were at the Realm King Realm, but half had already been dispatched elsewhere due to the formidable Strong Wind Ye Zhen had conjured.

More than one thousand Martial Artists resided within the Dark Palace Realm, with over ten thousand in the Divine Communication Realm, and the rest boasted Cultivation levels spanning from the Establishment Realm up to the Dao Entrance Realm.

By any standard, this was a substantial fighting force.

However, the stark reality was that a meticulously trained army operated under entirely different principles than individual Martial Artists fighting without coordination.

While one hundred Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists engaged in solo combat might require an hour, or even ninety minutes, to reach a conclusion, the scenario shifted dramatically when facing a hundred proficient Dark Palace Realm Demon Souls utilizing coordinated Joint Strike techniques.

In such a confrontation, the Demon Soul Army would likely sustain the loss of only two of their own Dark Palace Realm fighters, while decimating over twenty of the opposing Martial Artists within a mere ten breaths.

Compounding this grim situation, the fifty thousand strong Divine Communication Realm Demon Soul Army held an overwhelming tactical advantage.

The nearly fifty Realm King Realm experts remaining within Xio Mansion should, in theory, have possessed a significant edge. Had these fifty Realm King Realm experts been allowed to fully unleash their power, securing Xio Mansion might have remained a challenging feat, but defending it would not have been an insurmountable task.

The crucial issue, however, was the presence of Ye Zhen’s Demon Marshal’s Avatar and Corps Leader Hei Jiu, who was equipped with a complete set of High Grade Demon Suppressing Devices.

Wielding the High Grade Demon Suppression Artifact known as the Blood Shadow Long Saber, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, whose Cultivation had ascended to the Eighth Stage of the Realm King Realm, unfurled the War Soul Blood Flag overhead. Streaks of bloody light erupted, cascading like crimson waves upon Hei Jiu, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, and the assembled Realm King Realm Demon Soul Officers.

In that moment, the battle auras of these Demon Soul Generals surged, nearly doubling in intensity and propelling their combat power to unprecedented heights.

Thus empowered, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar moved with the ferocity of a predator among its prey. Any Martial Artist below the Sixth Stage of the Realm King Realm was felled with a single, swift strike, dispatched as easily as slicing through soft vegetables.

Corps Leader Hei Jiu, though slightly less potent in raw power, proved far more ruthless and cunning. He specifically targeted Realm King Realm experts in the Early Stage, aiming to inflict severe injuries or eliminate them within one or two decisive blows.

His tactics were particularly brutal when he spotted individuals issuing commands, as he would silently close in and cut them down, employing lethal sniper-like maneuvers.

After merely one hundred breaths, Xio Mansion's advantage in Realm King Realm experts had utterly evaporated.

The fifty thousand strong Divine Communication Realm Demon Soul Army, advancing in formations of a thousand, stormed into Xio Mansion, initiating a massacre that was, for all intents and purposes, one-sided.

These Demon Soul Armies executed Ye Zhen’s Military Orders with unwavering resolve.

All men—must perish!

However, they deliberately bypassed women, the elderly, and children.

Yet, any women who, in their grief and madness, chose to attack the soldiers after witnessing the slaughter of their loved ones, were met with absolute ruthlessness.

A terrifying miasma of Blood Qi ascended to the heavens throughout Xio Mansion, accompanied by a ceaseless chorus of agonizing screams.

In the desolate void above, only the War Soul Blood Flag continued its slow, ominous rotation. With each life extinguished, the blood light adorning the flag pulsed, ensnaring the Divine Souls that attempted to escape heavenward, thereby replenishing its own depleted energies.

In less than fifteen minutes, the harrowing screams emanating from Xio Mansion had dwindled to faint echoes.

The desperate cries from within Xio Mansion naturally drew the attention of the county soldiers stationed in Dongxi County City, as well as the merchant caravans camped just outside the mansion’s perimeter. These caravans were, by default, accompanied by their own guards.

At this critical juncture, however, not only the caravans but even the seasoned county soldiers of Dongxi County dared not intervene.

These county soldiers were, in essence, merely for ceremonial purposes. If even the formidable experts of Xio Mansion were powerless to resist this onslaught, what conceivable difference could they possibly make?

Within the ravaged grounds of Xio Mansion, under the methodical direction of Corps Leader Hei Jiu, the Demon Soul Army had already bifurcated into two distinct operational forces.

One contingent, broken down into smaller, agile squads, was tasked with hunting down any remaining survivors or scattering remnants, while the other, larger force ceaselessly combed through the warehouses Ye Zhen had pre-identified, systematically confiscating all portable valuables they could seize.

Roughly another Half a Quarter-hour passed. High in the void, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, exuding Killing Qi in every direction, softly called out, "Hei Jiu, begin a staggered withdrawal back to the original ore warehouse. Prepare for retreat."

"Understood!"

It must be said, the Demon Soul Army’s command structure was incredibly robust. In the minds of those Demon Soul Soldiers, military orders were absolute, with no room for deviation.

As soon as Hei Jiu’s directive was issued, all personnel, except for those carrying spoils, retreated like an outgoing tide.

Another Half a Quarter-hour elapsed, and the final contingent of Demon Soul Soldiers, laden with loot, also phased back into the original ore warehouse.

A brilliant flash pierced the void. Enveloped in dense Cloud Qi and astride the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten, Ye Zhen materialized in the sky above the Ye Mansion.

This time, Ye Zhen had strategically lured the Xio Mansion’s experts a considerable distance away, a 15-minute journey, and then kept them occupied with intimidation for Half a Quarter-hour.

After his departure, Ye Zhen had dispatched the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten to race back here at maximum speed.

Yet, at the speed of Xio Zhen, the venerable ancestor of the Dongxi Clan, reaching this location would take less than Half a Quarter-hour.

By Ye Zhen's calculations, ample time remained.

At this very moment, the Xio Mansion had already been reduced to a desolate ruin.

Intertwined within the rubble were the terrified screams of women, the elderly, and children. Honestly, the instant he arrived and heard these sounds, Ye Zhen’s heart softened momentarily.

For that fleeting second, Ye Zhen considered his actions perhaps too extreme.

But in the very next blink, Ye Zhen’s resolve hardened like iron once more!

The Great Zhou Dynasty was a realm that preyed on its own!

The Primordial Continent similarly devoured its inhabitants!

The All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds shared the same ruthless nature!

All Ye Zhen could do was ensure his own survival and sustenance. As for his adversaries, showing leniency towards their women, elders, and children was his absolute limit.

If Ye Zhen were to exhibit mercy today, then in the future, the elite Xio Clan forces, once trained, would march under Xio Qiangu’s banner into North Sea County.

They would slaughter Ye Zhen’s trusted subordinates, butcher the families of those subordinates, and exterminate the populace living under Ye Zhen’s governance.

Indeed, it was precisely the previous incident where Xio Qiangu marshaled a formidable Demon Clan army that illuminated Ye Zhen’s understanding.

He, Ye Zhen, was no longer merely an individual.

He represented a collective.

A small collective bound by shared interests!

When one thrives, all thrive; when one suffers, all endure the hardship together!

Should Ye Zhen perish, the fate awaiting the families and kin of Gu Tieqi, Liuu Feng, and his other loyal followers would undoubtedly be at least ten times more calamitous than the suffering he was currently inflicting.

This realization fueled his current plan for retribution!

Casting a frigid gaze upon the devastated, corpse-strewn Xio Mansion, Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense activated, and he dissolved into the void.

"This… is merely the prelude!"

It took Ye Zhen approximately two hundred breaths to gather the Demon Soul Army, having retreated to the original ore warehouse, into the Mirage Dragon Pearl Space. With a subtle manipulation of his Divine Sense, Ye Zhen then vanished without a trace.

Around one hundred breaths later, Xio Zhen, the esteemed ancestor of the Dongxi Clan, appeared in the sky above the Xio Mansion, his gaze fixed upon the utterly obliterated, blood-soaked estate.

Xio Zhen’s eyes suddenly widened to an almost unnatural degree.

"Who perpetrated this atrocity?"

Pu!

With a roar fueled by incandescent rage, a torrent of blood erupted from his lips, spraying wildly!