Chapter 565 - 565 The Kun Peng Clan Makes a Move Again! Golden Rain!
565 The Kun Peng Clan Makes a Move Again! Golden Rain!
The fact that the white-robed king hadn’t killed anyone before didn’t imply he wouldn’t do so now. His trusted aides had been eliminated, as had many of his followers. If Tang Pi were in his shoes, Kong Binghuang’s head would already have been severed.
Tang Pi’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the white-robed king appeared to clutch a human head.
Not far off, Qin Huai was in a similar predicament. The commanding presence of a king realm expert had made him overlook the head in his hand. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the biggest traitor of Qinzhou — Yue Yang, the lord of the Thousand Divination Tower.
“Your plot of self-sacrifice has indeed deceived me. Using the lives of disciples from the other four sects to gain my trust… quite the plan, quite the patience,” the white-robed king commended. “Regrettably, power remains the most important in this world.” His indifferent gaze swept over the blood sea.
“How did you discover Yue Yang’s…?” Tang Pi couldn’t resist asking.
He still suspected the white-robed king had potentially executed the wrong individual. After all, the Thousand Divination Tower had greatly aided in exterminating the remnants of the five great sects. Their contributions were substantial.
“How many visceral prefecture realm experts fell due to their calculations?” the king mused. “All it took was several attempts to locate Kong Binghuang’s position to clarify everything. Kong Binghuang may have been lucky once or twice, but not thrice, certainly not four times. That rendered Yue Yang useless.”
At this, Tang Pi’s eyebrows shot up. It seemed Yue Yang was assassinated because he couldn’t decipher what the white-robed king desired. “Then what of the Thousand Divination Tower…?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s been obliterated,” replied the king casually. “If they can’t locate Kong Binghuang, they might as well strengthen the blood sea and hasten the puppet creation.”
Tang Pi felt his heart pounding — this white-robed king was insane. His claim of valuing all life equally was merely a facade. The man was a consummate hypocrite.
“Won’t you worry that Wang Kun will lose hope and abandon the idea of advancement, of fusing with your blood essence and soul? Won’t your plan go awry then?” Tang Pi couldn’t help but question.
“There’s always an alternative, albeit the puppet’s power may be slightly reduced,” the king said, summoning a scarlet pearl in his hand. It emitted a radiant scarlet light, causing the entire blood sea to surge. Countless waves rolled towards the center, similar to when Wang Kun had controlled the blood sea.
“I can forcibly infuse this energy into the puppet. However, there’s a considerable difference between this puppet and one I’ve personally cultivated,” the king stated, his gaze falling on the sea as though he were conversing with Wang Kun. “You might still stand a chance. Ascend to the king realm yourself, and freedom might be within your reach.”
It was a transparent scheme — a proposition Wang Kun couldn’t reject. The only regret was… Wang Kun was no longer around. The blood sea now belonged to Qin Huai.
“According to my sources, Kong Binghuang has proceeded to the Spirit Gate. No need for further explanation, I presume?” the white-robed king addressed him. “Take your entire clan. Transport the blood sustenance from that desolate land to Qingzhou City.”
Qin Huai’s pupils contracted at his command.
The white-robed king then plunged straight into the blood sea like a comet, piercing through the sea and into the ground. The only thing remaining airborne was Yue Yang’s head, which helplessly descended.
“It appears the white-robed king is truly in a rush,” Tang Pi commented as he caught Yue Yang’s head, letting out a sigh.
“Likely due to the unfavorable circumstances at the front line,” Gao He added gravely, “The three sects and the Sacred Heart Sect find it difficult to fight the six royal clans at their peak. Each king realm expert could alter the state’s situation, and every peak king realm expert could trigger a great wave. It’s best not to antagonize the Sacred Heart Sect.”
Tang Pi observed the head in his grasp. Yue Yang’s expression was placid, as though he had accepted his fate long ago. “The five great sects truly lack no courageous souls. What a shame…” He tossed Yue Yang’s head aside nonchalantly.
“Grandchildren!” Tang Pi shouted.
Behind him, thousands of Kun Peng demons followed closely. Previously, he had been ready to face the white-robed king with the might of his entire clan. Fortunately, the resolution had been more fortunate than anticipated.
“Prepare to slaughter the human race. It’s time to unleash the hounds,” Tang Pi declared with a wild laugh.
The thick clouds parted with the forceful gust of wind, revealing the scene in the air to all.
“You are…Qin Huai?” Tang Pi asked, his face etched with disbelief. “How are you still alive?”
Ignoring Tang Pi, Qin Huai held up Yue Yang’s head. “Lord Yue, I don’t have any training materials. I’ll use the blood of the Kun Peng clan.”
His words incited outrage among the demons. “Arrogant!” they shouted angrily.
“So it was you who killed Wang Kun… That’s truly impressive,” Tang Pi commented. “He must have refined the entire sea of blood into a guardian spirit item.”
As Tang Pi spoke, he feverishly strategized about countermeasures, considering all the abilities Qin Huai possessed. He had a strong body and extremely quick reflexes. Perhaps, after refining the blood sea, he’d also acquired the Sacred Heart Sect’s blood control technique, making his recovery abilities significantly potent.
Yet, there was one consolation — Qin Huai likely didn’t possess Wang Kun’s ability to resurrect using the blood sea array.
“No matter how powerful you are, you stand no chance against my Kun Peng clan,” Tang Pi asserted, devising Qin Huai’s combat style and identifying his opponent’s fatal weakness. “Even if I have to amass every resource, I’ll ensure your downfall!”
His disdain for Qin Huai was palpable. Had it not been for Qin Huai’s meddling, his Kun Peng clan would never have been so drastically weakened. Killing Qin Huai was, therefore, a matter of personal vendetta.
“The heavens indeed have a sense of justice!” Tang Pi exclaimed, exhilaration creeping into his voice. “It feels like my blood is boiling.”
As Qin Huai unveiled his blood control technique, Tang Pi’s excitement grew. “Do you think I wouldn’t have strategized for Wang Kun?”
Before he even finished, the thousands of Kun Peng demons had already assembled, their auras blending into a formidable force. A colossal pair of Kun Peng wings materialized, blocking the barrage of blood beads.
Even Qin Huai felt as if he was trapped within an invisible cage, akin to his own domain or perhaps, the bronze world.
“Your blood control technique may have unique abilities, but it lacks killing power. It can’t penetrate my Kun Peng wing formation,” Tang Pi gloated. “Even the might of the blood sea can’t dismantle my formation swiftly.”
Once this formation was established, it was equivalent to amputating one of Qin Huai’s arms. Unable to quickly decrease the number of his enemies, Qin Huai would have to resort to inefficient and cumbersome methods!
“My blood is not ordinary,” Qin Huai responded coldly.
“Humph! What could possibly be extraordinary about a human’s blood?” Tang Pi scoffed. “Are you the one who seized the Golden Spirit Temple’s opportunity?”
Although Qin Huai was an anomaly, there were probably none in Qingzhou who could match him. However, the spirit world did not lack such oddities.
“Unfortunately, you guessed right,” Qin Huai replied.
Just then, beams of golden light poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield. Tang Pi and the rest of the Kun Peng clansmen couldn’t help but look up.
The drops of scarlet blood had all turned to gold.