"Spare no one in East Mountain Valley, kill!"
There’s nothing worth wasting words on—frankly speaking, the only one in the entire East Mountain Valley whom he deed worthy of a second glance was none other than Valley Master Tian Wenjing.
The others were utterly beneath his notice.
Even for Tian Wenjing, he rely gave him a cursory regard, hoping that he might have so Qi Fortune worth seizing.
But there was none.
Chen Yuan felt sowhat disappointed.
Naturally, there was nothing else to be said, for now, his attention was wholly focused on another opponent.
As the words echoed from the giant ghost face, the disciples of East Mountain Valley panicked instantly, frantically fleeing in all directions.
Tian Wuantong remained stunned at the scene, unable to believe what was happening.
Previously nestled tenderly in his arms, Wu Ying no longer paid him any heed, imdiately pivoting to run back—the Valley Master was dead, what use was there in staying?
But their hope of escape was swiftly crushed, as the rolling endless black clouds rapidly enveloped East Mountain Valley in just monts.
King Yan’s banner stood atop the mountain peak, flapping in the wind.
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
Countless black-armored cavalry surged like a torrent, enclosing East Mountain Valley. With a thunderous roar exploding in the void, the valley gates were blasted open.
In the next mont, the endless black-armored cavalry began their charge!
Their armor engraved with runes, connected to the Qi blood evil, powerful aura surged, directly forming a battle formation that began slaughtering those East Mountain Valley disciples.
Admittedly, the personal prowess of East Mountain Valley’s disciples far surpassed these black-armored soldiers, but their strength was ultimately just scattered sand.
Furthermore, their courage had been shattered, leaving them no morale to fight.
Thus followed a one-sided massacre.
Perhaps most embarrassed were those sect masters and clan leaders from Jianghu factions across South State who had arrived at the invitation just a quarter of an hour ago, enthusiastically discussing independence.
A quarter of an hour later, the Alliance Hierarch was instantly executed.
The terrifying presence further issued a kill-order against the disciples of East Mountain Valley, filling their hearts with dread. They wanted to escape frantically, but dared not move, for fear of drawing the gaze of the dreadful entity upon them.
Listening to the continuous screams and slaughter below, all the sect masters and clan leaders present felt a chill, so frightened, instinctively turning their gaze to the only Yang God True Monarch beside them.
He was the Vice Alliance Hierarch of South State’s Martial Arts Alliance, second only to Alliance Hierarch Tian Wenjing in strength, and he alone was sowhat qualified to converse with the void-dominating presence.
Fight, they dared not.
Now, they only wished to survive.
Even if it ant paying a price, they would not hesitate.
Seeing dozens of eyes upon him, the Vice Alliance Hierarch took a deep breath, knowing there was no way to avoid it. Steeling himself, he stepped forth, eyes full of reverence, faced the void-dwelling figure, and cupped his fists.
"May I inquire if Your Highness is King Yan?"
"What matter?"
An authoritative voice resounded from all directions, as the giant ghost face slowly disintegrated, Chen Yuan in black and gold-plated armor descended step by step from the void.
His feet seed to step upon invisible stairs, rhythmically.
Step by step, each stomp pressed upon the hearts of all present, his eyes majestic and domineering, overlooking those who were considered elites by others.
But at this mont, in this place, they whom ordinary eyes revered dared not et his gaze, each bowing their heads.
"Greetings to His Highness King Yan."
Having heard the acknowledgnt, the Vice Alliance Hierarch quickly bowed again.
The others echoed in unison:
"Greetings to His Highness King Yan!"
"Greetings to His Highness King Yan!"
"I heard Tian Wenjing gathered so experts in South State intending to strike —sounds like you lot, doesn’t it?"
"No... no... how dare we attack His Highness King Yan."
"Indeed, indeed."
"Please discern, Your Highness."
The crowd grew increasingly alard, having no guts to confront the now soaring Chen Yuan, even Tian Wenjing’s thoughts lay only in surviving amidst chaos.
Thereafter waiting for opportunities.
Whether Nangong Lie or Chen Yuan, he dared not harbor any thoughts of resistance.
Among the top ten across the world, a small half were under Chen Yuan’s command—how could he, a Yang God True Monarch ranked in the twenties on the Heavenly List, oppose him?
It is said that humans should have self-awareness, and Tian Wenjing indeed had much self-awareness, but... a cri perpetrated made refutation impossible, branding him as rebellious whether true or false.
"Your cris need not explanation—unless you believe Chen’s accusations false?"
"No, no... not at all."
"Dare not dare not."
"Hehe... Though I, as king, have slain countless, I am truly not fond of fighting; only wish to resolve strife, prefer peace... now I ask you,"
"Would you all be willing to reconcile with ?"
Chen Yuan said casually.
Watching the murderous demon claim he disliked fighting, a thousand divine steed-like curses galloped through the crowd’s heart at this mont, but visibly they sighed in relief, all swiftly replied:
"Your Highness is indeed magnanimous, no wonder praised by the Central Plains’ populace."
"Indeed, thank you, Your Highness."
Hearing Chen Yuan’s words, the crowd quickly chid in.
Yet following Chen Yuan’s next remark, their expressions imdiately shifted.
"However, I trekked thousands of miles to South State, lacking so military funds—if you all hand over half of your surplus wealth to reward my troops." Chen Yuan’s face bore a faint smile, speaking kindly.
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