Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1190 - 833 Group Attack

Chapter 1190: 833 Group Attack

Jiang Chen’s face suddenly turned cold, and then, a mysterious fluctuation spread from his body, enveloping the entire Nine States in an instant.

The next moment, the Nine States underwent a change, and countless sprays of blood burst forth.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

One could see that within the many noble families scattered across the Nine States, some had few casualties, while others had hundreds; their bodies exploded without any warning, turning into countless sprays of blood scattering in all directions.

It wasn’t as bad for those who were alone—a spray of blood merely stained the walls—but for those who were receiving guests or in mid-conversation, the explosion of their bodies caused their blood to splatter all over the people nearby.

Even those who were cultivators couldn’t dodge in time, as the explosions were too sudden without any signs; one moment everything was fine, but the next, the person was gone, leaving no time for anyone to react.

"Young master..."

"Mistress..."

"Master..."

"My lord..."

"My friend..."

"Ancestor..."

After the initial shock had passed, many from the noble families came back to their senses, looking at the flesh and blood fragments scattered on the ground, they couldn’t help but cry out emotionally.

In addition to their sadness, what predominated in these people was shock and horror.

Too terrifying! Who could’ve done this? Who could silently reduce a person to fragments right before their eyes?

What’s more terrifying is that, even though the incident had already occurred, they still couldn’t find out who did it, and there were no traces of the deed being carried out naturally.

What did this imply? It meant that if someone could effortlessly kill their relatives, they could just as easily kill them too.

Frightening beyond belief, this thought made their sadness subside somewhat, replaced by a great terror.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, one could hardly care about oneself, let alone mourn for others.

In a moment of urgency, there were those who feigned concern, those with hollow sympathy, and of course, those who grieved genuinely.

In the past, Yi State was the leader among the Nine States, once the most prosperous place in the realm. Naturally, the human clans that lived there were also more numerous and each one more powerful than the last.

And now, among the numerous spirit domains hidden within the void, heart-wrenching cries could be heard echoing from within one of these domains.

If one were closer, it would not be hard to discover that this domain was engulfed by a sorrowful aura, as if the will of the domain itself was mourning. It felt an indescribable grief, as though the most important person to it had left forever.

"No..."

"Ancestor, how could you have fallen..."

"You were the backbone of Ji State, the pillar of the Human Race, soon to become an Innate Dao Sovereign. You were destined for utmost splendor; how could you have fallen so suddenly without any warning..."

"You haven’t become a Daoist Master yet, you haven’t led the family into the Ancestral Land..."

"You shouldn’t have fallen..."

Within the domain, heaven-shaking wails of grief were heard, the tone laden with inconsolable sorrow. Their sadness was genuine, for while other families had lost mere young masters, ladies, or elders, with few losing their patriarchs, this family had lost their ancestor!

This was the foundation of the clan, the mainstay, a Half-step Innate Dao Sovereign level being. To the family, he was like a pillar supporting the heavens. Once he achieved the level of Innate Dao Sovereign, his clan could advance further, leaving the Nine States and entering the legendary Ancestral Land of the Human Race, becoming true nobility.

But before this family could see that day come to pass, the ancestor, akin to a heaven-supporting pillar, had suddenly fallen without any warning.

The sudden collapse of the pillar, this news was so sudden that the clansmen couldn’t accept it at first. And by the time they had finally come to terms with this reality, they were nearly driven mad.

The fall of the ancestor was too great a blow for them. The strength of the clan had plummeted, and it was uncertain whether they could maintain their current status, let alone move into the Ancestral Land and ascend to true nobility—a prospect that had all but vanished.

With the family’s power not advancing but retreating, and their own livelihoods affected, how could the people of this clan not be sad? It can be said that their grief was from the heart and could not be faked.

Yet, it remains unknown whether this sorrow was for themselves, or for the ancestor who had already fallen...

"Who killed the ancestor?"

"Let’s go to the Ancestral Land. The ancestor once roamed the Ancient Times, a descendant of the ancient Human Kings, born of noble lineage. Today, the ancestor has suddenly fallen, and the killer’s identity is a mystery. As long as we report this to the Ancestral Land, the esteemed ones there will not stand by idly."

"For killing our clan’s ancestor, I will make the murderer pay the price."

A Great Luo Golden Immortal spoke, their voice filled with hatred.

The hope for the rise of their family was gone, could they not harbor hatred? But as much as they hated, they did not lose their reason. Even the old ancestor, an existence approaching that of an Innate Dao Sovereign, was killed without a trace, a testament to the assailant’s formidable strength, who was at the very least an Innate Dao Sovereign. A peer at that level couldn’t pull off such a feat.

Innate Dao Sovereign!

That was a legendary being, who, even in the cultivation world, existed only in myth. Such a terrifying existence, how could they possibly confront it? Tied together, they wouldn’t even match a flick of one’s finger.

So, if they wanted revenge, there was only one method; that was to lodge a complaint with the Ancestral Land and ask them to dispatch an expert to apprehend the murderer.

This was the advantage of backing by a powerful clan, for this family was part of the Human Race. Thus, when they encountered an opponent they couldn’t contend with, they could seek assistance from the Ancestral Land of the Human Race.

If this family were merely one among the countless minor clans of the Prehistoric World, then the fall of a pillar within their ranks might not just impede avenging them; their very survival would be uncertain.

It’s always good to have a big tree to lean on; this saying applies well no matter the world.

"Let’s go, to the Ancestral Land!"

"The old ancestor made contributions for the Human Race; whoever dares harm the old ancestor must pay the price."

A group of people stood up and swept majestically into the void, heading towards the Ancestral Land of the Human Race.

In this age, families that had inherited from Ancient Times could—if pushed—boast of grand connections. To be precise, half of the major families in the world could trace their lineage to Emperor Xuanyuan.

The remaining families were no less extraordinary, either related to a certain emperor or tied to an ancient Human King or the descendants of a Great Ancient powerhouse.

In short, they all had significant backgrounds. With someone above them, they truly were not very fearful of an Innate Dao Sovereign.

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Leaving these individuals’ plans aside, the focus shifted back to Jiang Chen, who suddenly relaxed.

"So many people died; that ought to keep them quiet for some time, right?"

Jiang Chen seemed indifferent, as if the one who had just killed wasn’t him.

And indeed, he should be indifferent. Having eliminated his enemies, not bursting into laughter was already a feat; should he wallow in sorrow instead?

Jiang Chen didn’t count how many died, nor did he probe into who exactly had perished. Because when he killed, it wasn’t a matter of choosing a target first and then taking action. Instead, he centered on himself and unleashed a group-targeting Divine Ability.

Anyone who bore malice towards Jiang Chen and harored ill intentions, even those with a killing intent, fell within the strike zone of this Divine Ability.

If you just bore ill will towards Jiang Chen and cursed him a few times, at most you’d fall gravely ill and not be threatened with death.

But those whose bodies were shattered definitely harbored killing intent, not just mere cursing; they wished him dead behind his back.

Even, some had already taken action against Jiang Chen; otherwise, they would not have perished.

One shouldn’t say Jiang Chen was brutal. A commoner cursing an emperor might be overlooked with a laugh. But if ministers and noble families silently wish the emperor dead, could the emperor tolerate them?

Certainly not. If undetected, so be it; if discovered, every single one would be killed, perhaps even to the extent of annihilating their families.

Powerless commoners could curse freely without being feared. But it was different for ministers and noble clans; they possessed immense power and truly could realize their curses.

To possess power is not wrong; neither is cursing a grave error. But when the two combine, it becomes a severe fault. If they did not die, who would?

Even the most benevolent emperor would not tolerate those who constantly wished his death.

The deaths of these individuals were not Jiang Chen’s fault; they had overrated themselves. With such disparity in power, they not only failed to constrain their thoughts but dared to have unrealistic aspirations.

To court death; that referred to them! Jiang Chen would show no mercy to those who wished him dead. Killing these people was merely a warning. If the families didn’t learn their lesson, the consequences wouldn’t be as simple as killing one or two individuals.

It’s not good for everyone to be a tyrant, but in dealing with certain people, an emperor must show a ruthless side. Only then will they understand reverence.

Of course, Jiang Chen wouldn’t easily strike, but when he did, his range of attack wasn’t limited to the Human Race territory; it was quite extensive.

In the Three Realms, all beings beneath the Quasi-Saint level that harbored hostility towards him were within the range of his attack, including Innate Dao Sovereigns.

However, because the Innate Dao Sovereigns were exceedingly mighty, even Jiang Chen, as he was now, could not achieve an instant kill.

Mainly because there were too many Innate Dao Sovereigns harboring enmity towards him. It would be manageable if there were only one or two; executing them wouldn’t be difficult.

But the reality was dozens, even hundreds of Innate Dao Sovereigns. If Jiang Chen had the capability to dispatch over a hundred Innate Dao Sovereigns in one fell swoop, he would not be as timid as he was now.

Keep in mind, few Innate Dao Sovereigns were without an Innate Spiritual Treasure; and an Innate Dao Sovereign with an Innate Spiritual Treasure was not simply additive in strength, but the power increased exponentially, making them difficult to slay.

Still, even if Jiang Chen’s attack couldn’t kill an Innate Dao Sovereign, that near-Great Divine Transcendent’s strike wouldn’t be easy to endure.