Chapter 706: Chapter 705 The Show Just Began
In the domain of the Mang Jiao Clan.
At this moment, over a dozen people with incredibly strong auras stood inside the palace.
The aura of each person was exceptionally powerful, at the very least, all were of the middle rank in the Saint Realm.
"Now, my son is dead, killed by an elder of the Yuanchu Sect!"
The Clan Leader of the Mang Jiao Clan said with a somber face to everyone present.
As his words fell, the whole place instantly boiled over.
Everyone’s expression changed.
A high-level elder in the Saint Realm spoke solemnly, "Clan Leader, we cannot let this matter rest, we must seek revenge for the Saint Heir."
"If we do not take revenge today, how will other forces view us?"
"And how will our disciples regard us?"
Suddenly, everyone felt that his words made sense; their own Saint Heir had been killed, and if they did not take action, they would become the laughingstock of the entire Dao Realm.
Even the disciples within their own clan would feel that we were afraid of the opponent.
"You’re not wrong, I share the same sentiment. Order it to be so, once anyone encounters people from the Yuanchu Sect, kill without mercy. No matter who it is, anyone who kills a person from the Yuanchu Sect will receive a reward."
"This time, I want to slaughter the Yuanchu Sect!"
By the end of his statement, the Clan Leader of the Mang Jiao Clan was brimming with murderous intent.
"Begin the war!"
The other Mang Jiao elders echoed loudly one after another.
...
"So, the grand drama is finally about to start?"
Liu Zheng said with a curving smile upon receiving the news.
The battle between the Mang Jiao Clan and the Yuanchu Sect would indeed be entertaining.
This was a battle between the human race and the Myriad Tribes.
As it progresses, it won’t just remain a matter between these two parties.
The ancient races surely won’t allow the Mang Jiao Clan to be annihilated, nor will the human race allow the Yuanchu Sect to fall.
Simply put, neither of these two forces can be allowed to perish.
"The Origin Beginning Holy Son sure has a tough fate, to have survived such an ordeal. If I were to abduct him, I could further intensify the hostilities between the two sides."
"But I need to find a suitable opportunity to do so, and can’t kill indiscriminately."
Liu Zheng still planned to fan the flames a bit more; the current intensity wasn’t enough.
Although the Mang Jiao Clan was prepared to fight to the death, the Yuanchu Sect was unwilling to do so.
For this reason, he wanted to make the battle between the two sides even fiercer.
He had a plan that could lead to the death of the Origin Beginning Holy Son at the hands of the Mang Jiao Clan.
...
Yuanchu Sect, at this moment within a towering mountainous pavilion that reached the clouds.
The Origin Beginning Holy Son was resting and recuperating.
Ever since that incident occurred, the Origin Beginning Holy Son, fearing being hunted by the Mang Jiao Clan, had not left the sect during this time.
With nowhere to go, the Origin Beginning Holy Son could only cultivate in his room.
At that moment, the void flickered, and a figure slowly stepped out.
"Who’s there!"
The complexion of the Origin Beginning Holy Son drastically changed, and as he was about to speak, a sealing divine glyph enveloped him.
The Origin Beginning Holy Son’s eyes widened in shock as he felt all his strength being sealed away.
"Soul God Decree!"
Frightening power continuously assaulted the soul of the Origin Beginning Holy Son, and soon he was unable to resist.
Not much later, the Saint Heir knelt on the ground far away, respectfully addressed Liu Zheng, "Master!"
A smile curled on the corner of Liu Zheng’s mouth, and then he had his system absorb the qi luck of the Origin Beginning Holy Son.
"Ding-dong, congratulations to the Host for absorbing qi luck, obtaining forty qi luck points."
Following that, Liu Zheng directly performed a soul search and learned about the entire life of the Origin Beginning Holy Son.
"Now you leave the sect, go outside, and if there are members of the Mang Jiao Clan, you let them kill you," he said.
"As you command!"
This is the terror of the Soul Control Technique.
Even knowing that he was going to his death, his face remained expressionless.
Liu Zheng then disappeared into the void.
He had a special secret technique, and with the Eyes of Void, he did not have to worry about being discovered by anyone.
Not even the Origin Sect Master.
After Liu Zheng left, the Origin Beginning Holy Son left the pavilion and departed from the sect directly.
He moved very covertly, and since the Yuanchu Sect was currently dealing with the Mang Jiao Clan, nobody paid any attention.
After the Origin Beginning Holy Son left, he went straight to an ancient city.
Suddenly, a Mang Jiao appeared in midair, staring coldly at the Origin Beginning Holy Son, its massive tail striking directly at him.
In an instant, the Origin Beginning Holy Son had no time to react; he was smacked and burst apart, with his soul failing even to escape.
Not much time had passed before the news of the Origin Beginning Holy Son’s death reached the Yuanchu Sect.
The Origin Sect Master could not stay calm. Upon hearing that it was the Mang Jiao Clan who had taken action, he said coldly, "Since the Mang Jiao seeks death, then they can’t blame me for being ruthless. I will annihilate the Mang Jiao Clan!"
With the fall of two Saint Heirs, the war between the Yuanchu Sect and the Mang Jiao Clan officially erupted, with members of both sides fighting to the death. Whenever one side appeared, the other began to attack.
Even high-ranking warriors of the Saint Realm entered the battlefield.
The battle lasted a month, with countless casualties on both sides.
Hundreds to thousands perished in the Venerable Realm, and more than a dozen died in the Saint Realm.
A few days later, a high-ranking Saint Realm member of the Mang Jiao Clan fell.
At that moment, both sides became thoroughly enraged, and even the Emperor Divine Weapons were awakened.
...
As the battle escalated, the Yuanchu Sect grew anxious and directly reached out to the Demon God Temple.
"Currently, the Mang Jiao Clan and Yuanchu Sect are at war. This is a good opportunity for you to strike," the Origin Sect Master said to Liu Zheng.
Then Liu Zheng sneered, "When we take action is our business, and you need not worry. If you came just for this matter, you can go back. We told you a time frame of half a year; within half a year, we will get it done."
Within half a year?
Upon hearing this, the Origin Sect Master was speechless.
In half a year’s time, we’d have finished fighting.
"No, I demand that you take action immediately, otherwise, return what you took," he said.
"I want to abandon this mission now."
Who knows what can happen in half a year, and with the battle against the Mang Jiao Clan so fierce, who would wait for them to complete the mission?
"The Demon God Temple does not have a notion of abandoning missions," Liu Zheng said coldly, "We made this rule clear before. If you dare to do so, then you will be an enemy of the Demon God Temple in the future."
Hearing this, the face of the Origin Sect Master darkened immediately.
Although the Demon God Temple did not know his identity, he knew it was impossible to get the items back.
He didn’t have the power to take them by force.
Grinding his teeth, he turned and said, "I understand!"
In the end, the Origin Sect Master did not abandon the mission, as it would not be worth it.
Becoming an enemy of the Demon God Temple for forsaking the mission was not as good as praying that they would take action sooner.
Watching his departing figure, Liu Zheng’s mouth curved into a smile, "It seems they are anxious, but it’s normal to be anxious."
Chen Jin appeared beside him and said, "They’ve suffered not insignificant losses. If we do not act, their losses will be even greater."
"That’s the point. We will act when they are both seriously weakened," Liu Zheng said.
The fun was just beginning.
