Chapter 1014: The Tide Cannot Be Reversed

The diversion statue of Mo Ye Wang, left in the ancestral hall of his family as a precaution, suddenly exploded on its own.

Although body cultivators' spiritual souls are never strong—merely average—this one exploded without any attack at all, leaving everyone speechless.

"Mo Ye Wang, your heart cultivation is truly unparalleled…"

Jiang Ding sneered.

Without further delay, the blood-robed Daoist's figure slowly vanished.

He needed to gauge the situation.

Mainly to see whether the kings under Cangkong Emperor Son would return to reinforce; if they didn't, he'd cleanse the remaining two families in Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie once more.

If they did return, he'd see how many came.

Fewer? Fight. More? Flee.

If there's no chance in this world, seek opportunity in another.

That's all. Simple. No grand stratagems.

…

"Whoa!"

"Dong Xue He Wang! You miserable servant!"

In the Pink Emperor Palace, Mo Ye Wang suddenly spat blood, staggering backward, eyes bloodshot and wild: "I will flay you alive, rip out your soul, hang it on Mo Teng vines, and burn it with poison fire for ten million years!"

"As long as the Mo Ye family endures, your torment shall never end!"

The surrounding kings stared in shock, turning toward him.

This was the Pink Emperor Palace in Hua Yun Xiao Gao Jie, which Cangkong Emperor Son had seized and turned into his temporary base; he had gathered many kings here to discuss strategy for the next advance.

Mo Ye Wang's sudden outburst drew the gaze of all kings; some suspected he'd been struck by a distant curse.

"Mo Ye, what happened?"

Mo Ye Wang's friend, Mo Hua Wang—one of the three Mo Teng families—was a stunning, horned beauty; she immediately helped him up, asking anxiously.

"My family!"

"My ancestral family!"

Mo Ye Wang's tiger-like eyes filled with tears, unhidden, old tears streaming down his face.

He shoved Mo Hua Wang aside, rushed to the throne at the highest seat—Cangkong Emperor Son's Wang Zuo—and fell to his knees: "Emperor Son, I beg you to avenge me!"

"My Mo Ye family, descended from an Emperor, lost—fine, we lost."

"But not like this!"

Mo Ye Wang slammed his forehead repeatedly against the ground, abandoning all magic power and physical defense, letting his skull crack open, blood splattering everywhere, begging desperately.

"Mo Ye Wang, speak."

"I am listening."

Cangkong Emperor Son's heart sank—he sensed something terrible.

Few things could make a king behave this way.

Even death on the battlefield might not provoke this.

The surrounding kings

were all sharp-witted; they too guessed the truth, their expressions darkening, many immediately contacting their ancestral halls to check their family's status.

"Emperor Son!"

"My family—the Mo Ye family…"

Mo Ye Wang's voice was shrill and desperate, thick with boundless hatred: "My family, my children—all slaughtered by Dong Xue He Wang, this servant!"

"While I was away, this dog, this lowly servant-king, wiped out the entire Mo Ye clan!"

"A mere servant!"

"He annihilated an Emperor clan!"

"Since ancient times, since the era when Emperor clans fought for the Wang Zuo of realm dominion, which servant clan has ever wiped out an Emperor clan?"

Boom!

Mo Ye Wang's cry instantly stirred a buzz among the kings, the noise swelling like a bustling marketplace.

"Audacious!"

"Audacious…"

The kings erupted in fury, unable to believe it.

Even the slowest-witted kings were shaken; they immediately contacted their families, received confirmation, felt a momentary relief—then surged with urgent dread.

That lowly servant, Dong Xue He Wang, had shattered the Mo Ye family—he could do the same to theirs!

Instantly, many kings could no longer sit still, casting anxious glances toward Cangkong Emperor Son.

"Yanliu Emperor Son, how dare he?"

Cangkong Emperor Son's premonition proved true; his heart stirred.

Then came helplessness, then rage.

In the Emperor Son's war, his strategists had laid out every scenario with perfect clarity—no fog, no ambiguity.

By now, both sides' strengths were fully revealed.

Yanliu Emperor Son was weak in army strength—he could never win a direct confrontation. Countless strategists had advised Cangkong Emperor Son: ignore Yanliu's every feint, advance your main force straight through, crush everything.

If Yanliu retreats, advance.

If he keeps retreating, keep advancing!

Until Yanliu loses every Minor Thousand World, with nowhere left to flee, forced to wander beyond them in the Nether Void, steadily draining his magic power and blood qi, weakening every moment.

Then, Cangkong's army, resting and waiting within the Minor Thousand Worlds, need not chase at all—just wait patiently for centuries, and Yanliu Emperor Son will die on his own.

This is a guaranteed-victory strategy, with absolutely no risk whatsoever.

The Cang Kong Imperial Son endorsed this plan, and had summoned the many Kings today precisely for this matter.

He had already steeled himself, had imagined that the Yan Liu Imperial Son would

employ all manner of stratagems.

Perhaps it would be sowing discord between him and the Imperial Guards.

After all, he was not the true legitimate son of the Cang Yan Ancient Emperor; he was not the Cang Yan Imperial Son. The Imperial Guards were not necessarily forever of one mind with him, and under the pressure of the Cang Yan Imperial Son's authority, they might well defect.

Or perhaps the Yan Liu Imperial Son would have the Yan Shi Great Emperor disrupt the battlefield;

or lay down vicious formations, or have the Kings of the Yan Shi clan defect once more…

All such possibilities, the Cang Kong Imperial Son had considered in advance, had prepared for in detail, and was confident he could handle them — driving the Yan Liu Imperial Son like prey, herding him bit by bit until he was cornered.

But what the Cang Kong Imperial Son had never anticipated was that the Yan Liu Imperial Son would be so ruthlessly vicious.

He had simply annihilated an entire clan outright!

All the preparations made beforehand were, in an instant, rendered nearly useless.

"Imperial Son!"

"Imperial Son!"

"We beg you to uphold justice…"

Many Kings stepped forward one after another, no longer silent, no longer playing it safe. Even the past enemies of the Mo Ye clan stepped out, and even many Imperial Guard Kings stepped out, unable to endure the disgrace of the Imperial clan's honor.

The tide had turned.

The tide had turned.

The tide cannot be defied.

The Cang Kong Imperial Son heaved a long sigh within his heart.

The most correct course was undoubtedly to ignore the rear and simply smash straight through; victory would be assured, with no risk at all.

But would those Kings be willing to follow him while risking the total annihilation of their clans?

Even the Imperial Guard Kings he had brought from the Cang Yan Ancient Emperor's clan would have objections!

The Imperial Guard Kings were also Horned Demon Imperial clan Kings, with ties everywhere; many of them were bound by marriage to the various clans of the Yan Shi Star Domain, and some were even different branches of the very same clan.

Under such circumstances, they simply could not abandon their rear clans to follow the Cang Kong Imperial Son.

"Dispatch troops at once. Follow me. Kill the slave."

"If I do not behead this slave, I would rather my Imperial Son's crown fall to the ground, and be barred from ascending to Great Emperor for all eternity!"

The Cang Kong Imperial Son gently closed his eyes, then opened them again, and said in a stern voice.

"The Imperial Son is wise and sagely!"

The many Horned Demon Imperial clan Kings were utterly convinced, dropped to one knee, and expressed to the Imperial Son a yet higher degree of devoted loyalty.