In this world, once a cultivator reached the Emperor Realm, they would have the qualifications to establish their own Sect. Not long after Water Cloud Sect’s rise, there was only one Emperor Realm master in the Sect, and that was Sect Master Yuan Mao.
Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for Ying Fei to know this person. He was one of the 32 Monster Kings of the Wild Ancient Land, and his cultivation was comparable to a Third Order Emperor Realm master. How could a mere First Order Emperor Realm master be worthy of his attention?
However, over the past decade or so, his Sixth Stem Army had been raised in the North Region, and Ying Fei had been instructed to send people to Water Cloud Sect to recruit soldiers, hoping that Water Cloud Sect would contribute to the Sixth Stem Army.
However, the people he sent return to High Heaven Palace and did not bring back a single soldier, only some supplies, claiming that Water Cloud Sect was showing filial respect to the Sixth Stem Army.
The recruitment of the Sixth Stem Army was not mandatory; it was completely voluntary. Those who were willing to come could come, and those who were unwilling could not be forced. At that time, Yao Si had made this decision because he was considering the reputation of Yang Kai and the Sixth Stem Army.
As such, after Water Cloud Sect had refused the Sixth Stem Army recruitment, Ying Fei no longer paid any attention to it. Since this matter was handled by him, he naturally remembered.
In fact, Water Cloud Sect wasn’t the only one. There were many clans and sects in the world, just like Water Cloud Sect, who didn’t care about the war between the two worlds. After all, the Two Worlds Battlefield was in the Western Regions, and everyone felt that if the sky fell, the Great Emperors would be there to hold it up. The battlefield was so far away from them, so why would they risk their lives to fight the Demon Race in the Western Regions?
No one had expected that one day, the situation would change, and the Western Region would no longer be a battlefield between the two worlds armies. The four Star Boundary regions would be engulfed in flames of war.
“What about your father?” Ying Fei asked. He didn’t sense any Emperor Realm masters among this group of people, so he naturally knew that Yuan Mao wasn’t here. Moreover, judging from Yuan Wenlong’s sorrowful expression, Yuan Mao was likely dead.
Sure enough, Yuan Wenlong’s eyes reddened as he gnashed his teeth, “My father was killed by the Demon Race!”
Ying Fei sighed, “If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have acted so rashly.”
Although Yuan Mao hadn’t accepted the recruitment of the Sixth Stem Army back then, and Water Cloud Sect hadn’t even sent out a single soldier, it was obvious that they were trying to protect themselves. In this world, who wouldn’t think about themselves? As the saying goes, if one doesn’t look out for oneself, the Heavens will destroy them. Ying Fei didn’t have any ill will towards Water Cloud Sect and Yuan Mao, he just didn’t think much of them.
Back then, if Water Cloud Sect had accepted the recruitment notice and the elites of the Sect had joined the Sixth Stem Army, this time, although it was inevitable that the Sect would be destroyed, at the very least they would be able to preserve some of their strength and not lose their inheritance. In the future, they might have a chance to make a comeback.
But now, Yuan Mao was dead, and the number of elites in his Sect had been reduced up to eighty percent. It was likely that Water Cloud Sect was really going to be eliminated from the Northern Domain, which was why Ying Fei was so shocked.
Yuan Wenlong didn’t understand and respectfully asked again, “How may I address the two benefactors?”
Ying Fei glanced at him and said lightly, “Under Sixth Stem Army, Eagle Garrison's Chief, Ying Fei.”
Fu Ling interrupted in time, “The flag-bearer, Fu Ling!”
Yuan Wenlong was stunned for a moment before his face flushed red with shame. Obviously, he also remembered how he had ordered his father to refuse the Sixth Stem Army recruitment, so he immediately regretted his decision and burst into tears.
Fu Ling said with a look of disgust, “What is a big man crying for? Let me ask you, are there only so many of you?”
Yuan Wenlong stopped crying and nodded, “There’s only so much left, the others… were all killed or eaten.” Suddenly, he pointed in a certain direction and said, “After leaving the valley, there’s a cave on the mountain wall over there. I just heard some cries coming from that direction, so I think those Demons must have captured some people and imprisoned them there.”
Ying Fei turned his head and looked over. This matched the information he had obtained along the way. Those who had been captured should be the residents of that city.
After splitting up with Fu Ling, one of them stayed here while the other flew in that direction.
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Inside the main hall, it was extremely lively. Over a hundred Demon Race masters had gathered here, and Demon Kings were everywhere.
This should be Water Cloud Sect’s Conference Hall. Water Cloud Sect wasn’t big, but the Conference Hall was grand and magnificent, enough to accommodate several hundred people without being crowded.
In the middle of the main hall, a red-eyed High-Rank Demon King sat majestically, his entire body filled with a bloody aura, a bloodthirsty light flashing across his bloodshot eyes.
On the left and right sides of the table, there was a continuous stream of tables, and behind each table, there were two Demon Race cultivators. On each table, there was a large number of steaming and boiling things. These things were obviously the remnants of some people’s bodies, some of them were half cooked, some were bloody, some were red, and some were charred yellow.
The hundred or so Demon Race cultivators, on the other hand, sat down on the table and began to eat with great relish. Occasionally, some of the Demon Race cultivators would even order some delicious dishes, causing the nearby Demon Race cultivators to nod in agreement.
At the center of the stage, a group of human women were dancing around with pale faces, and the sound of gongs and drums could be heard.
It was unknown whether these people were originally from Water Cloud Sect or had been abducted from the outside world by the Demon Race, but at this moment, they were forced to sing and dance here, singing and dancing, all of them extremely terrified. However, in this life or death crisis, none of them dared to resist, their twisting bodies stiff, not showing the slightest bit of appreciation, the sounds of the gongs and drums also a chaotic mess.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for anyone to remain normal.
All of the demons in the hall had been given steaming and boiling food from the foot of the mountain, except for the High-Rank Blood Demon sitting at the head of the table. On the tray before him were a few bright red fruits. In his arms lay a seductive Succubus, her clothes in disarray. The Blood Demon’s hand reached into her clothes and rubbed them, causing the Succubus to giggle.
“Sir, do you still want to eat?” The Succubus stretched out her jade white hand and picked up a red fruit from the tray, bringing it to Blood Demon’s mouth.
The Blood Demon opened his mouth and bit down. In an instant, juices and fresh blood splattered everywhere.
This red fruit was obviously not a fruit, but a human heart.
Blood Demon ate the heart from the Succubus's hands in a few bites, the bloodthirst in his eyes becoming even more terrifying as he shouted, “Delicious! Delicious! Truly the most beautiful taste!”
With this sudden roar, the women in the middle of the hall who had been suppressing their fear and dancing in their hearts were all frightened out of their wits. Some of the more timid ones even fell to the ground and cried.
“En?” Blood Demon looked down, a bloodthirsty light flashing in his eyes, “Who told you to stop?”
Stretching out his hand, a powerful suction force appeared and directly pulled the woman in front of him who was sitting on the ground over, his big hand gripping her neck as he grinned.
The woman’s expression changed drastically as she repeatedly shook her head, begging, “No, no…”
How could the Blood Demon pay any attention to her? Reaching out, he tore off her clothes and opened his mouth to bite down on her snow white neck. His Demonic Qi surged and after a few breaths of time, the woman in his hand had become a dried corpse. Releasing his hand, the dried corpse fell to the ground, its aura completely gone.
On the other hand, Blood Demon closed his eyes as if he was suffering from some kind of hysteria. His whole body was trembling non-stop, obviously extremely excited and comfortable, even his face was twitching slightly.
The hall was filled with screams. Seeing their companion suffer such misfortune, how could the women below remain calm? They were already in great fear, but now they were in a complete mess.
The surrounding Demon Race cultivators all laughed, seemingly extremely happy with this scene.
The laughter came to an abrupt halt as a figure wrapped in a cold aura rushed in from the outside. Demonic Qi surged around his body like boiling water and the ground he stood on seemed to transform into a black hole that swallowed everything in the world. His face was obscured by the boundless black Qi and his pair of crimson eyes burned like flames.
“Who goes there!” A Demon King stood up and shouted. Although this person’s aura was not friendly and he had a High-Rank Demon King cultivation, he was not afraid. After all, they were all of the same race, what was there to be afraid of?
Yang Kai ignored him and swept his eyes across the hall, glancing at the Blood Demon sitting at the very top, then at the dried corpse at his feet before gently waving his hand.
A gentle force swept out, wrapping up the surviving humans in the hall and drawing them into the Mysterious Small World.
With a loud bang, the door closed!
The Demon King who had just asked this question suddenly stood up and asked in a fierce voice, “Who are you?” He was curious as to why the people in the hall had suddenly disappeared.
Yang Kai turned his head and glanced at him, a strange power flashing across his eyes before entering this Demon King’s Knowledge Sea.
The Demon King chuckled and suddenly sat down, his face blank. Under the stunned gazes of all the Demon Race masters, he lifted his sleeve and bit his arm.
As he bit down, the Demon King didn’t feel any pain at all. Instead, he wore a silly grin as he chewed on the flesh on his arm.
Rumbling... All of the Demon Race stood up, the table in front of them overturned, and the items on the table fell to the ground. Some of them stared at their companion who was eating their arm meat, while others stared at Yang Kai in horror.
None of them were fools. Although this person was also covered in Demonic Qi, at this point, how could they not know that he had come with ill intentions? Moreover, his strength was extremely terrifying. They hadn’t even seen him take any action, yet their companion was already chewing on his own flesh. Such methods were simply shocking.
“Is it delicious?” Yang Kai looked at the Demon King with a blank expression and asked softly.
The Demon King chewed while replying, “Delicious, delicious.”
“If it’s delicious, then eat more!” Yang Kai nodded and no longer paid any attention to him, his red eyes sweeping over the demons present as he pushed his Soul Power to its limit.
One after another, the Demon Race sat down and, like the Demon King at the beginning, stretched out their arms to their mouths, bit off their flesh, and began chewing.
There were more than a hundred Demon Race masters in the hall, all of them Demon Kings. Yang Kai looked around and saw that only ten of them were still standing.
These ten were either peak Mid-Rank Demon Kings or High-Rank Demon Kings. Only with such a cultivation could they resist Yang Kai’s Soul Power.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Martial Peak