Chapter 1791 - 1776: This Is Only the Beginning

The eyes of the Strong Wind Ye Zhen had Transfigured into were twice the size of an ox’s head, and they stared fixedly at Xio Zhen, Xio Tiandong, and their entourage ten li away.

That icy gaze and Evil Qi made all the Xio Family experts feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar; many had already begun to shiver uncontrollably.

It wasn’t that they were cowardly—after all, a man’s fame is like the shadow of a tree. Just now even the ancestor Xio Zhen had said that even the bloodline descendants of Strong Wind could cause three Dao Realm Experts to die or be badly injured; let alone the true Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind.

To say they weren’t afraid would be a lie!

In fact, even ancestor Xio Zhen’s forehead was beaded with sweat.

He was afraid too.

If this Strong Wind went into a killing frenzy, among these more than fifty people, only he, this Dao Realm Expert, might be able to escape with his life—and even that chance wasn’t high.

Fortunately, Xio Zhen had weathered countless storms, and he had experienced situations even more dangerous than this.

"Calm down!"

"All of you, calm down for this old man. No one is allowed to move without permission, and you must not let your Spiritual Power Wave fluctuate in the slightest, so as not to provoke this Strong Wind before us."

Xio Zhen repeatedly emphasized this. Including Xio Zhen himself, no one dared to move; many Xio Clan Martial Artists even held their breath.

For a time, a single bird and more than fifty experts simply confronted each other high up in the sky.

Suddenly, a few streaks of flowing light shot over from the distant void, rapidly falling toward ancestor Xio Zhen and Family Head Xio Tiandong.

The head of the Strong Wind Ye Zhen had transformed into slowly lifted.

In an instant, Xio Zhen and Xio Tiandong, who had just caught the Talisman Communications, were drenched in sweat as if doused in water. Let alone using Divine Sense to check the messages, they didn’t even dare to move.

They were terrified of provoking this Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind before them.

But the fatal problem was that the Talisman Communications flew toward the two of them one after another, each more urgent than the last.

This made Xio Zhen’s brows knit tightly. The younger generation of the clan normally didn’t dare send him Talisman Communications.

For Talisman Communications to be this frequent, something major was very likely happening.

But Xio Zhen still didn’t dare move.

Honestly speaking, it wasn’t that Xio Zhen feared Ancient Fierce Beasts, but he was unwilling to risk his life against a Strong Wind of this kind.

This type of Ancient Fierce Beast, renowned for its speed, was the hardest to deal with.

It was even possible that you might not even touch its shadow before being killed by it.

So unless he had no other choice, Xio Zhen was unwilling to fight this Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind.

As one Talisman Communication after another flew in, Xio Zhen could only catch them in his hand, yet he didn’t dare make the slightest movement. The fifty experts hung suspended in midair, their bodies almost stiff.

Fortunately, after Half a Quarter-hour, that Ancient Fierce Beast Strong Wind seemed not to sense any threat from Xio Zhen’s group. Its eyes shifted, and it slowly turned around. Its figure flickered, and it vanished in an instant.

At this moment, Xio Zhen, Xio Tiandong, and their entourage all looked as if they’d just been fished out of water, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

Even ancestor Xio Zhen was the same.

After taking a few deep breaths, Xio Zhen and Xio Tiandong simultaneously thrust their Divine Sense into the series of urgent Talisman Communications they had just received.

The instant their Divine Sense sank in, the expressions of both men changed drastically.

"Enemy attack!"

"Ancestor, return to reinforce at once, the Demon Clan is attacking!"

"A hundred thousand Demon Army are coming, Ancestor, please come save us at once!"

....

"How is this possible?" Family Head Xio Tiandong cried out in shock.

This was the Heartland of Great Zhou; how could a hundred thousand Demon Clan troops appear here? Could it be that the fortresses on the Human Demon Battlefield had been breached?

"Return!"

Xio Zhen spat out a single word from between his teeth, then turned to glance at the place where Strong Wind had disappeared, a faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

These two matters were just.....too coincidental.

.....

Dongxi County City.

The Dongxi Clan had vast wealth and extensive enterprises. To be able to hold on to these assets, aside from the protection of West Patrol Xio Qiangu, their own strength was also far from weak.

There were nearly ten thousand permanent guards stationed here, and in addition there were roughly another ten thousand Martial Artists who were year-round trainees under West Patrol Xio Qiangu.

All in all, the number of Martial Artists garrisoned in Xio Mansion exceeded twenty thousand.

Among these twenty thousand, there were around a hundred Realm King Realm experts, but half of them had been transferred away because of the Strong Wind Ye Zhen had Transfigured into.

There were more than a thousand Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists, over ten thousand Divine Communication Realm Martial Artists, and the remaining Martial Artists Cultivation ranged from the Establishment Realm to the Dao Entrance Realm.

By any measure, this strength wasn’t weak.

However, a well-trained army was completely different from Martial Artists who fought on their own.

If a hundred Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists engaged in one-on-one duels, it might take an hour or even an hour and a half to decide the outcome.

But if a hundred well-trained Dark Palace Realm Demon Souls who were proficient in Joint Strike cooperative techniques faced a hundred Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists each fighting on their own—

Within ten breaths, the Demon Soul Army side would sacrifice only two Dark Palace Realm Demon Souls while slaughtering more than twenty Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists on the opposing side.

Even worse, the fifty thousand Divine Communication Realm Demon Soul Army had an overwhelming advantage.

Originally, the nearly fifty Realm King Realm experts left in Xio Mansion should also have had a huge advantage. If these fifty Realm King Realm experts could fully display their strength, then although turning the tide might be difficult, holding Xio Mansion should not have been a problem.

But the problem was that Ye Zhen’s Demon Marshal’s Avatar was stationed here, along with Corps Leader Hei Jiu, who possessed a full set of High Grade Demon Suppressing Device.

Wielding the High Grade Demon Suppression Artifact Blood Shadow Long Saber, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, whose Cultivation had reached the Eighth Stage of Realm King Realm, had the War Soul Blood Flag billowing high above his head. One streak after another of blood light surged out like bloody waves, pouring down onto Hei Jiu, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, and the group of Realm King Realm Demon Soul Officers.

In an instant, the auras of these Demon Soul Generals surged to nearly double, their combat power soaring.

Empowered, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar was like a tiger thrown into a pack of wolves. Any Martial Artist below the Sixth Stage of Realm King Realm fell with a single slash, as easy as chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

Corps Leader Hei Jiu was a bit weaker in strength, but far more vicious and sinister. He specifically targeted those Realm King Realm experts in the Early Stage of Realm King Realm whom he could heavily injure and kill within one or two moves.

Especially when he saw someone giving orders, he would silently rush in and cut them down, carrying out sniper tactics.

After a hundred breaths, the Xio Mansion’s advantage in Realm King Realm experts had completely vanished.

The fifty thousand Divine Communication Realm Demon Soul Army, arrayed in formations of a thousand, charged and slaughtered within the Xio Mansion, carrying out an almost one-sided massacre.

These Demon Soul Armies were unwaveringly executing Ye Zhen’s Military Orders.

All men—must die!

But when they encountered women, the elderly, and children, they passed them over entirely.

However, as for those women who went mad and attacked them because their loved ones had been slaughtered, these Demon Soul Soldiers did not show the slightest mercy.

For a time, Blood Qi soared to the heavens throughout the entire Xio Mansion, and miserable screams rang without end.

In the void, only the War Soul Blood Flag slowly circled. Each time someone was slain, the blood light upon the War Soul Blood Flag would twist, swallowing the Divine Souls that shot skyward trying to escape, replenishing its own expenditure.

In less than 15 minutes, the screams within the Xio Mansion had grown exceedingly faint.

The screams coming from the Xio Mansion naturally drew the attention of the county soldiers of Dongxi County City, as well as the merchant caravans outside the mansion. These caravans all had guards.

Yet at this time, not to mention those caravans—even the county soldiers of Dongxi County did not dare step forward.

They, the county soldiers, were merely for show. When even the experts of the Xio Mansion could not block this, what could they possibly do?

Inside the Xio Mansion, under the command of Corps Leader Hei Jiu, the Demon Soul Army had already been divided into two forces.

One portion of the army was broken up into small squads, finishing off survivors or chasing down scattered remnants, while the other portion ceaselessly searched the warehouses Ye Zhen had previously marked in haste, hauling away all valuables they could take.

After about another Half a Quarter-hour, the Demon Marshal’s Avatar, suspended high in the void with Killing Qi radiating in all directions, suddenly called out softly, "Hei Jiu, begin withdrawing to the original ore warehouse in succession. Prepare to retreat."

"Yes!"

It had to be said, the Demon Soul Army’s command structure was exceedingly strong. In the hearts of those Demon Soul Soldiers, there were only two words regarding Military Orders—absolute obedience.

Once Hei Jiu’s orders were issued, apart from the soldiers hauling loot, everyone else receded like a retreating tide.

Another Half a Quarter-hour later, the last squad of Demon Soul Soldiers carrying spoils also withdrew into the original ore warehouse.

A flash of radiance streaked across the void. Wrapped in dense layers of Cloud Qi and riding atop the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten, Ye Zhen appeared in the sky above the Ye Mansion.

This time, Ye Zhen had first lured away the experts of the Xio Mansion to a distance of a 15-minute journey, then intimidated them for Half a Quarter-hour.

After he left, Ye Zhen had the Cloud Winged Tiger King Kitten rush back here at full speed ahead of him.

However, at the speed of Xio Zhen, the old ancestor of the Dongxi Clan, it would take less than Half a Quarter-hour for him to arrive.

By calculation, Ye Zhen’s time was still ample.

At this moment, the Xio Mansion had already become a field of ruins.

Amid the ruins were interwoven the terrified cries of women, the elderly, and children. To be honest, the moment he arrived and heard these cries, Ye Zhen’s heart softened.

For just that fleeting instant, Ye Zhen felt he had gone too far.

But in the blink of an eye, Ye Zhen’s heart turned hard as iron again!

The Great Zhou Dynasty was a Great Zhou that would devour people!

The Primordial Continent was likewise a Primordial Continent that would devour people.

The All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds were the same!

All Ye Zhen could do was ensure his own safety and livelihood. As for his enemies, sparing their women, the elderly, and children was already his bottom line.

If Ye Zhen showed mercy today, then in the future those elite Xio Clan troops trained up would, under Xio Qiangu’s command, march into North Sea County.

They would butcher Ye Zhen’s trusted lieutenants, butcher the families of Ye Zhen’s trusted lieutenants, and butcher the people under Ye Zhen’s rule.

In fact, it was precisely that incident where Xio Qiangu had conjured a Demon Clan army to invade in full formations that suddenly made Ye Zhen understand.

He, Ye Zhen, was actually no longer just a single person.

He was a collective.

A small interest collective!

When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer!

If Ye Zhen died, the fate awaiting the families and clansmen of Gu Tieqi, Liuu Feng, and the other trusted lieutenants would absolutely be at least ten times more miserable than what he was inflicting now.

Hence the revenge plan before him!

With a cold glance at the ruined, corpse-strewn Xio Mansion, Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense stirred, and he vanished into the void.

"This... is only the beginning!"

It took Ye Zhen roughly two hundred breaths to retrieve the Demon Soul Army that had withdrawn to the original ore warehouse into the Mirage Dragon Pearl Space. With a flick of his Divine Sense, Ye Zhen then vanished without a trace.

About a hundred breaths later, Xio Zhen, the old ancestor of the Dongxi Clan, appeared in the sky above the Xio Mansion, staring at the smashed-to-ruins, corpse-littered estate.

Xio Zhen’s eyes suddenly bulged wide and round.

"Who did this?"

Pu!

With a furious roar, a mouthful of blood sprayed wildly from his lips!