King of Creation
Chapter 201 - 198: Someone Cried

Chapter 201: Chapter 198: Someone Cried

"Where are the others?"

Elder Zou Zhi of Sword Origin Sect vigorously rubbed his eyes and looked towards Luo Heng, the only disciple who appeared before him, not yet realizing nor daring to think about that possibility.

Seeing only two disciples from Phantom Divine Sect, Elder Bu Ziqi naturally turned his head to look at the entrance of the Battlefield of Demon Souls.

"What happened? Are there still people who haven’t come out?"

In the consciousness of Phantom Divine Sect’s Elder Bu Ziqi, there must definitely be people who hadn’t come out yet. Even if the disciples of his sect suffered losses, it couldn’t be possible that only two remained. This was something that could never happen.

"Cha Hai, the... the others, where..."

The expression of Elder Huo from Gu Xuan Sect of the Gu’an Kingdom was unspeakably sorrowful.

The Inner Gate’s top disciple, the human bear Cha Hai, had his left arm severed at the elbow, and his left shoulder was a bloody mess, seriously injured. The other five disciples were also each carrying wounds.

If you tally, twelve disciples entered, but only six came out. The others....

Elder Huo didn’t dare think about that outcome.

"Elder, the other junior brothers all...."

The sturdy man, human bear Cha Hai, had a trembling voice...

This loss was truly too heavy!

"All... all..."

Elder Huo from Gu’an Kingdom couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, but his eyes had already started to redden. This outcome was tragic enough, but he could still endure it.

As long as the War Soul Blood Flag wasn’t taken by the Phantom Divine Empire, it would be alright.

This was the second time in a hundred years that the martial artists from Gu’an Kingdom faced such a tragic loss at the Five Countries Conference!

Compared to the calmness of the elders from Phantom Divine Empire, Sword Origin Nation, and Gu’an Kingdom, the Southern Barbarian Chief Wuy Wei scanned both inside and outside the entrance to the Battlefield of Demon Souls, and his countenance suddenly turned extremely pale!

He rushed forward and grabbed the shoulder of the only remaining Southern Barbarian Spiritist Mu Jia, shaking him vigorously.

"The others, where are they?"

"The Water and Fire Golden Ape, where is it?"

"Dahai, where is he?"

A series of questions were virtually sprayed at the Southern Barbarian Spiritist Mu Jia!

"Elder, they’re all dead! The others are all dead! Since entering the Battlefield of Demon Souls, we’ve never seen Dahai again, never seen the Water and Fire Golden Ape..... wuu wuu...."

After saying all this in one breath, the stalwart man Southern Barbarian Spiritist Mu Jia actually squatted on the ground and began to cry.

It wasn’t that Southern Barbarian Spiritist Mu Jia was weak. More than twenty days ago, when the twelve of them entered together, how impressive their might was, but now, only he had been left.

"Impossible, impossible, you’re talking nonsense! No one can match the Water and Fire Golden Ape!

It’s absolutely impossible. Even without the Water and Fire Golden Ape, the other ten had at least forty mid-grade Earth Level Demon Beasts, enough to sweep across the martial artists of two countries. How could they have been annihilated, how could they?"

Southern Barbarian Elder Wuy Wei roared with rage, and without realizing, he exerted force in his hands, actually causing Southern Barbarian Spiritist Mu Jia’s shoulders to crackle!

The startling commotion from the Southern Barbarians, together with the complete cessation of any activity from the entrance to the Battlefield of Demon Souls, caused the complexions of Phantom Divine Sect’s Elder Bu Ziqi and Sword Origin Sect’s Elder Zou Zhi to turn ashen!

"Luo Heng, where are the others? Where are Luv Zixiong, Zheng Shuang and Hou Ling?" In his urgency, Elder Zou Zhi from Sword Origin Sect blurted out a series of names.

"Killed, they were killed!"

"Killed by whom!" Zou Zhi roared in anger.

"Elder, when we emerged from the Demon Soul Hall, Senior Brother Luv was nowhere to be seen. Of the ten brothers who entered the Demon Soul Hall, only five were left, and then, then..."

"Then what happened?"

Luo Heng pointed at Ye Zhen with a tearful voice, "Then, the martial artists from Black Water Kingdom started to hunt us down! Apart from me, the other four brothers who survived the Demon Soul Hall were all killed by them!"

"All killed? Killed by them?"

"This... this...."

Elder Zou Zhi from Sword Origin Sect’s eyes instantly reddened, and warmth immediately welled up in his eyes!

These were the elites of Sword Origin Sect, and now in a single moment...

The veins on his forehead twisted and bulged out, and in an instant, Zou Zhi fiercely spun around and bellowed at Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi who had just gathered their nine disciples together.

"You, you’re too ruthless! To actually slaughter all of the disciples from Sword Origin Sect, Zhong Wuming you old brute, I will fight you to the death!"

"Ruthless?"

Zhongli Jing sneered.

"Ten years ago, who took advantage of the Southern Barbarians’ invasion to murder two million three hundred thousand of our border people? Seven years ago, who was it that wiped out a city in a fit of rage over the death of a True Inheritor?"

"In my opinion, too few were killed. It would have been better to eradicate them all!" Lik Shi snorted coldly.

Suddenly, a cruel sneer appeared on the lips of Seventh Elder Zhongli Jing, "Just now, who was it that called our Black Water Kingdom’s martial artists inferior goods?"

"Heh heh, even our Black Water Kingdom’s inferior goods can slaughter all the trash from your Sword Origin Sect to nothingness. Just imagine, the martial artists from Sword Origin Sect aren’t even worthy to be called inferior goods, they are outright trash!"

"Yes, trash disciples taught by a trash elder! All are so fragile they can’t withstand a single blow!"

Lik Shi and Zhongli Jing took turns throwing insults, instantly turning Sword Origin Sect’s Elder Zou Zhi’s face a dark shade of green and blue.

Clang!

Elder Zou Zhi’s sword flashed out of its sheath, the sword light directly pointing at Lik Shi and Zhongli Jing, "You two old scoundrels, the tiger doesn’t show its might and you think it’s a sick cat!"

"You sickly cat, you’re not even worthy to be called a dead cat, right?" Zhongli Jing once again mocked without mercy, secretly gesturing to the disciples to prepare for battle!

"Elder Zou, don’t act rashly, don’t fall for the treachery of the traitors from the Black Water Kingdom!"

A single utterance from another elder of the Sword Origin Sect, Yua Gaobo, shocked Zou Zhi’s face into a dramatic change!

He almost fell into the major trap that Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi had dug for him carelessly.

If Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi managed to provoke him and he made a move, the likes of Lik Shi could then take advantage of the situation to kill them off!

Under normal circumstances, a three-on-three situation meant neither party could do much to the other!

But coupled with the nine disciples, the dynamic would change, not to mention that at this moment the Black Water Kingdom commanded the War Soul Blood Flag, with its 20 percent boost to combat power, which would definitely secure a deadly hold over the Sword Origin Sect!

"Zhongli Jing, Lik Shi, what clever schemes you have, trying to eliminate me as well, hmph!" Zou Zhi snorted angrily.

Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi exchanged smiles, both chuckling at the same time; their plans had been foiled by that Yua Gaobo.

Ye Zhen inwardly regretted the turn of events; had it not been for that Elder Yua, Zou Zhi might have fallen for their schemes, and Sword Origin Sect would have been utterly annihilated.

At this time, the elder Bu Ziqi from the Phantom Divine Sect, upon hearing the accounts of two disciples, his face immediately turned pale, his hands trembling!

"Miao Ziming, Li Ji, is it really... really just the two of you left?"

"Only the two of you made it out alive?"

"Elders, our Senior Brothers Bu Changxuan and Maa Zhi did not join the assembly before entering the Demon Soul Hall; they must have died in battle! Ten of us entered the Demon Soul Hall, and in the end, only the two of us emerged..."

"Even Luo Jingtian is..."

Looking at the nodding disciples, then around the desolate surroundings of Demon Soul Mountain, the heart of Phantom Divine Sect’s Elder Bu Ziqi sank sharply.

For over a hundred years, Phantom Divine Sect had participated in more than twenty Five Countries Conferences without ever suffering such a devastating blow!

The most severe loss had been the death of four disciples decades ago!

Now, ten had fallen!

These were the elites of the Phantom Divine Sect!

For someone like Luo Jingtian, the Six-Fingered Eagle Demon, it goes without saying, but among the fallen martial artists, more than two-thirds were Quasi True Inheritors of the Phantom Divine Sect!

In one to five years, two-thirds of the martial artists would have advanced to the Spirit Transformation Realm to become True Inheritors!

But now, all were dead!

This was undoubtedly a monumental blow to the Phantom Divine Sect!

Although not crippling, it would definitely cause an awkward gap in the Sect’s strength for the next few years!

The nearly complete annihilation was something Elder Bu Ziqi didn’t know how to explain to the Sect Master!

What was even more fatal was that after paying such a price, they still did not possess the War Soul Blood Flag.

The same thought arose in the minds of Sword Origin Sect’s Elder Zou Zhi and the Southern Barbarian Chief Wuwei, but with the disciples of their Sects suffering such heavy casualties, down to the last man, both of their hearts were bleeding.

In comparison to the large and influential Phantom Divine Sect, the tragic death of eleven elite disciples was an even heavier blow for Sword Origin Sect!

As for the Southern Barbarian Tribe, Elder Wuwei could only think of one word - fatal. A fatal blow!

The twelve Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners were all Middle-grade Earth Level demon servants, which was the result of five years’ worth of planning and preparation by the Southern Barbarian Tribe!

The Tribe’s resources were fully exhausted to nurture these twelve martial artists with Middle-grade Earth Level demon servants.

It should be known that even among the Southern Barbarian Tribe, even the Southern Barbarian Spirit Masters only had Middle-grade Earth Level demon servants, and those who had Upper-grade Earth Level demon servants like the Water and Fire Golden Ape were extremely rare!

"How... how am I supposed to explain this to the Tribe..."

Dumbstruck for quite a while, Elder Wuwei of the Southern Barbarian Tribe slumped to the ground, his gaze towards the ground filled with near desperation!

...

Some were rejoicing while others were in sorrow.

Compared to the dire situations of the Phantom Divine Sect, Sword Origin Sect, and Southern Barbarian Tribe, Elder Huo from the Gu’an Kingdom felt completely at peace, as losing six disciples didn’t seem quite as tragic anymore!

A few moments later, he was leading his disciples onto the Sect’s Spirit Fowl, the first to set off on the journey home!

"This is of great importance; we should hurry back as well!"

Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi exchanged a glance, summoned the Black Cloud Wind-breaking Falcon, and as all the martial artists boarded, it immediately took flight!

Lie!

With a piercing cry, the Black Cloud Wind-breaking Falcon instantly vanished into the clouds!

On the ground, watching the departing martial artists of the Black Water Kingdom, Sword Origin Sect’s Elder Zou Zhi’s gaze sharpened, and his hands flickered with Spirit Light, as numerous Talisman Lights soared into the sky, rushing towards the location of Sword Origin Sect!

....

"Gentlemen, our capture of the War Soul Blood Flag is a holy achievement for our nation, a blessing for our lands, and when the time comes..." Not long after the Black Cloud Wind-breaking Falcon took off, Third Prince Zhu Kun began to speak effusively, about to express something, when Lik Shi abruptly interrupted him.

"We have not yet returned to the nation, and the ownership of the War Soul Blood Flag has not been completely settled!" As he spoke, Lik Shi’s gaze turned toward Zhongli Jing.

"Elder Zhong?"

"Hmm, send for help! Now that we have the War Soul Blood Flag, the people of Sword Origin Sect will certainly be restless. It would be strange if they didn’t attempt some dirty tricks!"

"Right!"

As he responded, several Dao Talismans flew from the hands of both Zhongli Jing and Lik Shi!(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes of recommendation, monthly tickets, and your support will be my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)