As one of the countless branches of the Yingshan Clan that has thrived for hundreds of millions of years, the Marquis’ estate was teeming with clansmen and spanned vast territories. Several teams of Origin-level fiends were wreaking havoc, each consisting of a hundred members, all unleashing the full combat power of a seventh-level Divine Palace. They slaughtered indiscriminately, and with the Marquis’ strongest forces besieged by eight Chaos-level experts, these fiendish teams were virtually unstoppable.
“Found Dongbo Xueying!” One of the fiendish teams rejoiced upon spotting the white-robed youth emerging from the Void God Tower in a flash.
The white-robed youth turned his icy gaze toward the fiendish team.
“Don’t resist,” Dongbo Xueying said as he waved his hand, intending to store his demon servant Zi Bai into a spatial treasure.
“Young Master,” Zi Bai resisted forcefully, transmitting urgently, “I can assist you!” He believed that, at full strength, he could at least match an eighth-level Chaos combatant.
Dongbo Xueying frowned slightly at his demon servant.
*Whoosh.*
His gaze then shifted to the nearest fiendish team in the distance, which was hunting down fleeing Yingshan clansmen. Though they had noticed Dongbo Xueying, they merely reported his presence—after all, it was clear at a glance that this “Young Master Xueying” had reached the Chaos level. A single Origin-level team stood no chance against him.
“Die,” Dongbo Xueying uttered coldly.
*Crack!* The space around the fiendish team twisted violently, and every Origin-level fiend’s body split apart with countless fissures.
In an instant, all hundred fiends dissipated like smoke, vanishing from existence.
“No!”
“Run! I’ll hold them off!”
The fleeing Yingshan clansmen, some desperately escaping while others shielded their loved ones, suddenly froze in shock as the hundred rampaging fiends in the sky shattered into nothingness.
“What?!” Zi Bai stared in disbelief. “They were millions of miles away, yet the Young Master annihilated them in an instant?”
Even a battle formation capable of seventh-level Divine Palace combat power should have required close-quarters combat and multiple strikes to dismantle. Yet his master had obliterated them effortlessly from such a distance—what level of power was this?
“Don’t resist,” Dongbo Xueying repeated, enveloping Zi Bai with a wave of his hand.
“If you need me, just give the order,” Zi Bai transmitted, this time submitting without resistance.
With Zi Bai safely stored away, Dongbo Xueying felt a measure of relief—his mother and sister were inside Zi Bai’s spatial treasure, which was why he had insisted on retrieving him. As for assistance? Zi Bai’s strength was negligible now, only serving as a distraction.
“Marquis Ying can still hold out for another breath or two,” Dongbo Xueying mused, glancing into the distance.
Marquis Huolie, leading five thousand elite Huolie troops and bolstered by the estate’s formations, was barely holding his own against the eight Chaos-level experts. He could endure a little longer.
“Rescue first.”
Seven fiendish teams still roamed the estate, each slaughtering thousands of Yingshan clansmen every moment. Dongbo Xueying had to eliminate them first—a simple matter of teleporting and unleashing his ‘Crimson Cloud Domain’ seven times. A single breath would suffice.
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In the imperial palace of the Southcloud Kingdom, the monarch, three Divine Emperors, and five Princes observed the battle through a floating mirror.
“Little Xueying,” Ancestor Yingshan’s heart clenched as she saw the white-robed youth appear on the mirror.
Then, with a single cold command—”Die”—the hundred-fiend team millions of miles away disintegrated into nothingness.
“He’s reached the Chaos level and mastered a formidable domain technique?” Ancestor Yingshan felt both joy and sorrow. Joy that the boy had lived up to her expectations, but sorrow that slaying mere Origin-level minions meant little. Even if he had eighth-level combat power—or even ninth—what could he do against twenty Chaos-level fiends, five of whom were ninth-level and all fighting in battle formations?
Hadn’t they seen Divine Emperor Chunyu’s avatar, bolstered by formations, on the verge of collapse? Hadn’t they witnessed Marquis Huolie, with five thousand elite troops and formations, utterly suppressed?
What could a mere boy do?
And then there was the true terror—the tenth-level Chaos fiend, Lord Whitecloud, a being rivaling a Cosmic God, capable of crushing even newly ascended ones. How could a fledgling hope to resist?
“A genius, with domain techniques at least at the eighth level,” Divine Emperor Tianyin murmured.
“Pity,” Divine Emperor Tanpeng sighed.
The Southcloud Monarch remained impassive, his expression unreadable as he watched the mirror. Under normal circumstances, such a prodigy might have drawn a smile. But now, he felt only shame—shame that as ruler, he could only watch as Firepeak City was slaughtered, as this brilliant youth fell to Lord Whitecloud’s forces.
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Elsewhere in the capital, within the Fan Clan’s estate, over a dozen experts gathered in a hall, observing the battle through their own mirror. Seated at the head was the corpulent Fan Tianchong.
“The Black Fiend Abyss remains as brazen as ever,” Fan Tianchong mused. “Our Summerflame Kingdom has clashed with them repeatedly, yet despite occasional gains, their terrain gives them the advantage, costing us dearly. The weaker nations suffer even more—Southcloud is relatively fortunate, yet even they endure the occasional city’s annihilation. Hmm? Dongbo Xueying?”
“That’s the one.”
“His potential is immense—certain to become a Prince, and ninth-level Chaos is all but guaranteed.”
“Such a waste.”
The spectators murmured.
Fan Tianchong nodded. “A shame indeed. Against Lord Whitecloud and his fiends, he stands no chance.” He sighed slightly. While the loss of a prodigy was regrettable, it was hardly uncommon. Across the vast Heart Realm Continent, countless geniuses perished before achieving true greatness.
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In a bamboo hut encircled by flowing water, a beautiful woman in violet robes sat cross-legged, embroidering with delicate precision.
“Firepeak City is under siege by the Black Fiend Abyss. Divine Emperor Chunyu’s avatar nears collapse. Marquis Huolie resists with five thousand elites but won’t last. Dongbo Xueying has emerged, now a Chaos expert, annihilating an Origin-level fiend team with domain techniques.” The intelligence report reached Qian Yixiao swiftly.
As the Moonflower Kingdom’s Qian Clan representative in Southcloud, she received real-time updates. Without a Skyview Mirror—a luxury only the monarch and the Fan Clan possessed—she relied on her clan’s distant surveillance.
“Dongbo Xueying has appeared? Poor little thing. How tragic.” Qian Yixiao chuckled softly, her embroidery undisturbed by the distant carnage.
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Back in Firepeak City, Dongbo Xueying teleported beside another fiendish team. The hundred-strong formation rampaged below, slaughtering clansmen with ease, even overpowering the estate’s elders and guests. Their attacks ravaged the land, reducing entire districts to rubble as the Yingshan Clan fled in terror.
“Die.” Though anxious, Dongbo Xueying knew splitting his avatar would weaken him—without the Crimson Cloud Spear, even his avatar would struggle against a hundred-fiend team.
*Whoosh.*
Space trembled as fissures spiderwebbed across the fiends’ bodies, reducing them to ash.
“They’re dead!”
“It’s Young Master Xueying!”
“He saved us!”
The surviving clansmen cheered, their hope rekindled by the white-robed youth’s display of power. Unaware of the true scale of the threat, they believed their prodigy could purge all invaders.
“Next.” Without pause, Dongbo Xueying teleported again.
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The black-horned giant Chen Wu led three Chaos fiends, their combined power manifesting as a colossal dark cloud. As a ninth-level Chaos expert amplified by his team’s formation, his aura was overwhelming. Alongside him, the cold-eyed elder Xue Fu commanded another trio, their battle formation conjuring a monstrous blood-bat phantom that chilled the air to freezing.
“Brother Xue Fu,” Chen Wu growled, spotting the distant white-robed youth. “That Xueying brat is butchering our underlings. Your team handles him fastest.”
“Agreed.” Xue Fu’s gaze locked onto Dongbo Xueying. His squad excelled at exterminating weaker foes—this would be over in seconds.
“Move out.” Xue Fu’s order echoed through the mental link as they surged forward.
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