“Xueying, run! Run!” Marquis Liehuo frantically transmitted his voice, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. Leading five thousand elite Liehuo troops, he formed a blazing crimson dragon, fighting with all his might. Every soldier in the Liehuo Army was giving their all, knowing full well that if they lost, these fiends—who were already slaughtering indiscriminately across Liehuo City—would show them no mercy.
There was no retreat. Every soldier fought desperately.
“Panicking? Going mad? Useless, hahaha! Marquis Liehuo, back when our tribe was barely surviving in the wilderness, struggling to stay alive—though life was hard, we were united. That was our home! But because you were chasing a single fiend, you unleashed a single strike—’Heavenly Dragon’s Descent’! The fiend dodged, but our tribe was wiped out. Only a dozen of us survived, fleeing from place to place, watching our kin die one after another. I ended up in the Black Fiend Abyss, enduring countless trials.”
“During the Million Gu Insect Calamity, I was one of the ten surviving Gu Kings, earning my place as a lowly member of the Black Fiend Abyss.”
“Among countless lowly members, I clawed my way up, apprenticing under a Chaos Realm master.”
“Among fiends, even fellow disciples kill each other.”
“Only the last one standing is the strongest fiend. I reached the Chaos Realm, even the ninth layer. Now, I’m stronger than you. Pity you have the Ying Shan Clan’s protection, the Nan Yun Kingdom’s shelter. I waited and waited, hahaha, and finally, this day has come!”
“Why didn’t you hold back just a little? Why didn’t you spare my tribe?”
“With just a thought, my people could have lived. But you didn’t care. Yes, we were ants—weaklings, meant to die, meant to perish.”
The black-horned, burly man’s eyes burned with madness as his voice echoed relentlessly in Marquis Liehuo’s mind.
This was the deepest obsession of the fiend ‘Chen Wu’—the very obsession that drove him from the nightmare of the Black Fiend Abyss’ lowest ranks to his current position. Now, as vengeance was finally at hand, he wanted Marquis Liehuo to understand. His death, the destruction of Liehuo City—all because of a single tribe he once carelessly obliterated.
“Nan Yun has many cities. It didn’t have to be Liehuo City. But I—I made sure the elders chose your city!”
“Hahaha…”
“You destroyed my tribe. Today, I kill you, annihilate your clan, raze your city. And one day, the entire Ying Shan Clan will fall, hahaha…”
Marquis Liehuo gritted his teeth.
He was a ruthless man, hardened by war. Why would he care about collateral damage? Yet now, he glared furiously at the black-horned fiend before him.
“Xueying, run! Escape while you can! They’re too strong, too strong! Just hold out for a day, and they’ll retreat!” Marquis Liehuo transmitted to Dongbo Xueying. He knew he wouldn’t survive, but he hoped Xueying might. As a Chaos Realm expert of the Void lineage, skilled in escape, perhaps—just perhaps—he could endure the slaughter for a single day.
One day.
That was the unspoken agreement between the Black Fiend Abyss and the Nan Yun King. Blood sacrifices lasted no longer. Success or failure, they would withdraw.
But against the forces led by the White Cloud Fiend Lord? Half an hour, and Liehuo City would be drowned in blood. The sheer size of the city and its populace was the only reason it would take that long. As for Marquis Liehuo, the Chunyu Emperor’s avatar, Ying Shan Xueying—the Black Fiend Abyss planned to eliminate them swiftly.
—
Despite Marquis Liehuo’s desperate warnings, Dongbo Xueying continued teleporting.
“Die.” His gaze was icy as he faced a hundred-strong squad of fiendish Unity Realm warriors. Their bodies split with countless cracks before dissolving into dust.
“Young Master Xueying!”
“Young Master Xueying has come to save us!”
“We’re saved!”
“The Marquis’ estate is saved! Liehuo City is saved!”
The rescued Ying Shan clansmen, drowning in despair, now saw hope. To them, Young Master Xueying, radiating Chaos Realm aura, was invincible. He annihilated fiends in an instant—perhaps he could save the entire city.
To ordinary folk, every Chaos Realm expert was a towering, untouchable figure.
“I refuse… I refuse to die like this! I just broke through to Void God, finally qualifying as a true Ying Shan clansman. I could’ve given my mother a better life… Why? Why now?” A young Ying Shan clansman, under the pressure of death, broke through to Unity Realm. Yet as a fiendish squad closed in, despair consumed him.
**Boom.**
He fled, glancing back—only to see the fiends’ bodies shatter into dust.
Stunned, he halted, staring at the white-robed youth hovering in the distance.
The oppressive aura of Chaos Realm made him instinctively bow his head.
“Young Master Xueying?” The clansman recognized him.
The pride of Marquis Liehuo’s lineage.
The legend of the Ying Shan Clan.
“It’s him!” The clansman’s heart swelled with worship. At this moment, Xueying shone brighter than Marquis Liehuo himself, second only to the Ying Shan Matriarch.
—
Dongbo Xueying couldn’t bear the slaughter of the weak, especially his own clansmen.
“You teleport quite fast!”
**Whoosh.**
As Xueying annihilated his fourth fiend squad, four Chaos Realm experts appeared around him. Their leader, a cold-eyed elder, unleashed a domain—suppressing space itself. A ninth-layer Chaos Realm’s domain was near-perfect, a miniature universe’s law. Even a Universe God would struggle to infiltrate it.
Within this domain, teleportation was impossible.
Xueying merely snorted, eyeing the four.
With his Void mastery, he’d sensed their approach. He could’ve fled.
But he didn’t.
“Xueying! Why didn’t you run?” Marquis Liehuo’s voice was frantic. “With your Void skills, you could’ve escaped! Forget the clansmen! You’re the only one with a sliver of hope to survive!”
He was torn—moved by Xueying’s bravery, furious at his recklessness.
**Whoosh—**
A frigid wind howled.
The temperature plummeted. Ice shards and snowflakes filled the sky. The cold-eyed elder, ‘Blood Bat,’ and his three subordinates formed a battle formation—a colossal black bat phantom materialized, its wings etched with bloody patterns, eyes glowing crimson. The cold was lethal to ordinary Unity Realm experts.
The wind lashed Xueying’s face as he tightened his grip on the Crimson Cloud Spear.
“Pity.”
“You’re a genius. Given time, you might’ve reached my level. But today, you die.” Blood Bat’s voice was icy.
His three comrades watched Xueying with pity.
“Kill him.”
“Move.”
“End this.”
They were relaxed, yet ruthless—true fiends of the Chaos Realm. Their priority was eliminating Xueying quickly to join the assault on Marquis Liehuo.
**Hum—**
A strange resonance.
“What’s that sound?” A golden-robed youth among the four frowned—then looked down to see a gaping hole in his chest.
The resonance pulsed through him.
His body crumbled into dust.
**Hum! Hum! Hum!**
Three more spears flashed. Three more chests exploded. Three more fiends dissolved into nothingness.
“**Chen Wu!!!**” Blood Bat roared in shock, struggling to defend.
But the spear—simple, unadorned—pierced his back. His body began erasing, vanishing without a sound.
“Nan Yun’s Twelve Sacred Forms—’Void Shatter’? But when did it become so… bizarre?” Blood Bat’s mind reeled. He couldn’t block it!
The void twisted unnaturally. Three strikes. Each tore through him, erasing more of his form.
The final thrust pierced his throat.
His head began dissolving.
Eyes wide, he stared at the cold-faced youth before him.
Unbelievable.
He couldn’t believe he’d die like this—to a mere boy.
“How…?” Then, darkness.
—
Silence.
The remaining fiend squads, even the black-horned ‘Chen Wu’ battling Marquis Liehuo, froze.
No one—absolutely no one—expected this.
A ninth-layer Chaos Realm expert and three subordinates, annihilated in moments. Blood Bat himself—gone in three strikes.
Not a single blow was blocked.
—
In Nan Yun’s palace, the tense hall fell utterly still.
The Ying Shan Matriarch, Ghost Li Consort, Gongliang Yi—even the emperors—stared at the scene in the mirror, dumbstruck.
They’d braced to witness a genius’ death.
Instead, they saw this.
The Nan Yun King, his cold eyes suddenly alight, slammed his palm on the armrest.
“**Good!**”
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