Dominating Martial King

Chapter 1770: Chapter 585: The Perfect Corpse Puppet

Emperor Jianyuan was sitting in the palanquin within the Central Army.

He looked at the token, sent back across one million eight hundred thousand li by the sorcerers of the Police Pool of Blood through a top secret method, his expression iron‑grim.

"So those Gods still failed? In other words, Chu Xisheng’s promotion to Second Grade lower realm is now a foregone conclusion?"

Emperor Jianyuan had personally led the imperial expedition, and the reason he had halted his forces north of the Tianhuai River for over half a month.

On one hand, the generals of the Iron Banner Gang were all highly capable, and with the help of the river’s current and the terrain, they had firmly blocked his army on the north bank; on the other hand, he meant to lure the enemy—he kept applying pressure along the upper and lower stretches of the entire Tianhuai River front, forcing the Iron Banner Gang to mass their five million main force on the south bank in resistance.

Emperor Jianyuan was preparing, in the decisive battle to come, to utterly annihilate the Iron Banner Gang’s main force, settling the outcome with a single hammer blow before Chu Xisheng returned.

The last reason was to wait for the result of Chu Xisheng’s promotion to Second Grade.

According to the intelligence he had received, although Chu Xisheng had drawn on those twelve million Daluo Ant Clan, and gained an incomparably powerful strength.

Yet the attention All Gods paid him was likewise without equal.

He had never imagined he would end up waiting for such vile news.

For an instant, Emperor Jianyuan very much wanted to curse those Gods as all useless trash, but in the end, after thinking it over, he held his tongue.

If those Gods were all useless trash, what did that make them mortals?

And in years past, Daning had not managed to stop Chu Xisheng’s promotion to Third Grade either.

"From what the Police Pool of Blood passed on, Chu Xisheng’s Cultivation has indeed advanced to Second Grade."

State Preceptor Yu Kunlun said thoughtfully, "It seems we still have to re‑assess his strength. He can open the Mortal God limit, and can maintain it for more than an hour. That shows his Domineering Body, Bloodline, and Heavenly Rules have all reached an extremely strong level, already surpassing the former Blood Vengeance Blade Lord."

Yet his mood was very complicated.

On one hand, Chu Xisheng had successfully been promoted to Second Grade; the Human Clan now had another pillar‑level expert, which gratified him.

The significance of the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade was different.

The more enemies Chu Xisheng had, the stronger his battle power became.

In a future Divine Battle between the Human and Dragon Clan and the Gods, this one man alone could stand against a million Divine Army.

On the other hand, he worried over the present situation.

For Daning as it stood, Chu Xisheng’s promotion to Second Grade was by no means good news.

According to the reports, Chu Xisheng had already fully cultivated the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, and he had not confined himself to the ruts of his predecessors, but surpassed blue and gone beyond indigo.

And once he entered Second Grade lower realm, Chu Xisheng’s combat power would inevitably surge once more.

A pity!

A pity that twenty years ago, he had not foreseen this very scene today.

So that these heroic figures of the Human Clan were unable to join hands with him and exert their strength together. freēwēbnovel.com

If time could be rolled back, then he would certainly pour out everything he had to help that Infinite Blade Lord complete Yin Yang Unification.

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Emperor Jianyuan was irritable and agitated; he waved his hand. "His promotion can no longer be stopped; but he certainly won’t be able to return in the short term, will he?"

In this age, Divine Arts, Magic, and Bloodline Divine Power were all incomparably wondrous; what Emperor Jianyuan feared most was that in the midst of the great war, Chu Xisheng would directly traverse nearly two million li and return to the Divine Continent.

In his estimation, Chu Xisheng would not lightly abandon those twelve million Ant Clan.

But who could say for certain?

Once the Iron Banner Gang’s situation grew dire, it would be hard to judge what kind of decision Chu Xisheng might make.

Judging from Chu Xisheng’s past experiences, this youth ought to be someone who valued affection and loyalty, at least on the surface.

He should not sit by and watch his subordinates be destroyed.

Therefore, twenty days ago, even though Emperor Jianyuan knew full well that Chu Xisheng’s going north was likely for the sake of promoting to Second Grade, he did not dare rashly cross the river.

Emperor Jianyuan knew he himself was a man of shallow feelings and scant affection, so at times he found it very hard to understand the thoughts and patterns of action of those whose emotions ran deep.

But it did not matter if he could not understand; he only had to assume the greatest malice in all matters and anticipate the worst possibilities, and the final result would not deviate too far.

"Yes!"

Yu Kunlun put away his stray thoughts and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty, Chu Xisheng cultivates in many paths at once, and in each he has reached extremely high realms. I estimate that he will try to engrave as many Heavenly Rules as possible while promoting his Cultivation. I have heard that for Second Grade Martial Cultivators, the more numerous and complex the Heavenly Rules Engraving, the harder it becomes later on; he will at least need to remain where he is for two to three days."

Here his voice paused, then grew steady and grave. "Once the Iron Banner Gang’s situation turns critical, he may abandon the Heavenly Rules Engraving and directly return. However, Yiing Gou and I have already made preparations to block him and the Formless Divine Sect; we estimate we can cut him off outside the Iron Wall Mountain Range for a few days."

"Yiing Gou?"

Emperor Jianyuan let out a low murmur.

A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

Of the Four Great Corpse Ancestors, he had thus far found only Yiing Gou.

This was also the first Ancestor Corpse he had subdued by means of the Initial Heavenly Gaze.

Yet what puzzled him was this.

When that Ancestor Corpse met with Emperor Jianyuan, not only did he show not the slightest hint of Respect, he did not even display any fear of him.

In Emperor Jianyuan’s expectations, that Ancestor Corpse’s emotions ought to have been fear, hatred, fury, and a mix of unwillingness and disbelief.

Yet in Yiing Gou’s eyes, he found none of these emotions.

In that gaze there was only cold indifference, scorn, and mockery; when he spoke, his interest was lacking, his manner careless.

This Ancestor Corpse had no intention of descending the mountain either, unwilling to enter Wang’an City to serve as his subordinate.

Emperor Jianyuan could not help being full of doubts.

Was it that the copy he had made of the Initial Heavenly Gaze had not reached the level needed to pin down these Ancestor Corpses? Or that his own strength was insufficient? Or was there some other reason?

However, Yiing Gou had lent him many of his subordinates, and had also agreed to help him stop Chu Xisheng from returning south.