Paradise of Demonic Gods

All the troops in the world cleared their conception and governing vessels, reached the Xiantian Realm, and then became human-shaped tanks. These were the most basic benchmarks.

Disha Realm experts were considered to be elites. Furthermore, if they could condense 30 or more acupuncture points, their fame would rise. If they could clear 50 or more acupuncture points, they would be comparable to the sect master of ordinary sects.

100 Disha Realm experts—even if most of them only had ten or more acupuncture points cleared—were existences that were not to be underestimated. Prince Xin had spent a lot of painstaking effort to build them up to their current level.

With such a group of experts joining forces, they were capable of overthrowing the entire Divine Capital even when it was in its previous state.

With such a group of elites in the Divine Martial Pass, it was no longer a case where the city walls were protecting them. Instead, they were the ones protecting the city walls.

Under the support from this great army, Ye Ran even had the confidence to fight it out with a Tiangang Realm expert.

Just then, someone from the opposition force came rushing over on a horse.

The deputy commander was about to give the order to shoot the person down when Ye Ran put up his hand to stop him.

He gathered his essential Qi around his eyes and immediately activated several acupuncture points, allowing him to be able to see everything beyond 1,000 meters clearly.

“Brother Wangshu?” Ye Ran’s brows raised. He gave it some thought before giving the orders, “Let him in.” He then looked at his deputy officer and instructed, “Get Li You and Lu Yuan to come over.”

It was too strange for Fang Wangshu to be coming over alone. If Ye Ran was the other party’s commander, there was no way that he would let go of his hostage so easily.

Worried that it could be a scheme by the Demon Sect, he called the few strongest cultivators under him.

A short moment later, Fang Wangshu was brought before Ye Ran. He immediately said after seeing Ye Ran, ” Leaf ¹ , call a stop to this.”

Hearing Fang Wangshu calling him ‘Leaf’, Ye Ran’s brows raised up. This was a nickname Fang Wangshu had called him by when they were young.

When Fang Wangshu used this nickname, Ye Ran was already certain that this person was not an imposter.

However, he could not understand why Fang Wangshu was telling him to call a stop to this.

“Stop?”

Fang Wangshu nodded, “The commander on the other side is called Marie. Miss Ma’s martial arts has probably reached the peak of perfection. Even people who are on the Tiangang Realm won’t be a match for her.”

“Miss Ma?” Ye Ran’s brows raised as he asked, feeling baffled, “Who is this Miss Ma?

Fang Wangshu continued, “She is the person who killed the 30,000-man army I led…”

Hearing that the other party was an expert who had wiped out the 30,000-man army, Ye Ran’s countenance immediately turned grim. He then listened to Fang Wangshu’s detailed story of how she had wiped out a 30,000-man army with just a single palm and performed some kind of remarkable technique that could shift an army of several ten thousand men across a distance of several ten or hundred lis away.

She also had great power—that could move cities, uproot mountains, and open up rivers—and speed that was fast as light, as well as many other remarkable martial arts.

If Ye Ran could be said to be listening to him patiently at the beginning, then toward the end, hints of impatience had already started to flash in his eyes.

Clearly, Fang Wangshu had forgotten one thing. He merely tried his best to describe the Crown Princess’ great strength from what he had seen and witnessed, hoping to dispel Ye Ran’s determination to resist.

However, what Fang Wangshu had not considered was that when something was too exaggerated, few people would be willing to believe it unless they had witnessed it for themselves, even if it was the truth.

The many remarkable techniques which the Crown Princess had displayed far surpassed the various abilities that Tiangang Realm experts of this world possessed.

Therefore, after hearing from Fang Wangshu, Ye Ran merely smiled coldly and said, “So it seems that this Miss Ma’s martial arts are overly powerful, and there isn’t a need for us to put up a fight?” As he spoke, his right hand slowly stroked the long pole arm he was holding.

“That’s right,” Fang Wangshu said, not sensing the abnormality in the other party’s tone. He continued solemnly, “The other party’s martial arts aren’t to be underestimated. If we were to go to war with her, it would just be a meaningless sacrifice.

“Leaf, listen to me. Don’t go to war against her.”

“Hahahaha,” a low and deep laughter rang out from Ye Ran’s mouth, and he stood up slowly, completely relaxing his two-meter-tall body. Each of his muscles seemed to contain destructive powers, and his thick hand grabbed onto the long pole arm like he was grabbing onto a huge dragon that kept on moving.

When his long pole arm cut across the air, streams of Disha Qis extended out from the 72 acupuncture points around his body, producing a demonic purple color when it came into contact with the air.

The surrounding ground slowly shattered from his series of movements, and many small pieces of rock floated in midair due to the impact from the essential Qi.

“Brother, as the top militant working under Foster Father, I received orders from Foster Father to lead the Abyss Tiger and Steel Formation armies and station ourselves at this Divine Martial Pass, not taking a step in retreat.” Ye Ran’s eyes narrowed slowly, and the Disha Qis coming from him grew increasingly intense.

Even with Fang Wangshu’s level of martial arts, he felt his hair stand up on end. The deputy generals seemed to be even more unable to withstand the waves of gushing Disha Qis and were forced to back off.

Right now, Ye Ran was like a human-shaped beast. Each inch of the skin on his body was emitting an astonishing pressure.

“You want me to surrender to these 1,000 people without fighting a single battle?” Ye Ran said, gritting his teeth. “Then how am I going to face Foster Father from now on? How will I lead my men to conquer battlefields?”

Fang Wangshu fell silent. In the end, he could only say, “If you fight against her, you’ll die.”

“I don’t believe that.” Ye Ran swung his long pole arm and pointed to the imperial court’s army that was situated 1,000 meters away. “Brother, the ones taking control over the Divine Capital are from the Demon Sect’s Illusory Emotions Path.

“That person you called Miss Ma has a 99% chance of being the Illusory Emotions Path’s Zhao Yinglan.

“Moving across space? As fast as light? How can there be a Tiangang Realm expert like you mentioned? The only possibility is that you have been hit by that demonic Zhao’s Art of Heavenly Emotions.”

The Art of Heavenly Emotions was a well-known technique from the Illusory Emotions Path. Back then, Fu Daoxian had also thought of using the Art of Heavenly Emotions to deal with the young Emperor.

This martial technique could plant a seed of love in the enemy’s heart and cause them to be affected by the user’s every expression and action, eventually becoming a complete slave to them.

Ye Ran felt that this was the most reasonable explanation. It was also the only explanation.

“Ye Ran!” Fang Wangshu’s essential Qi seethed, and all 45 of his acupuncture points trembled. His entire body tensed up. “You’re going to kill all of your subordinates!”

However, just as he was about to make a move, a huge dragon had already pressed down on his body with a deafening roar.

Boom! The houses near the city walls exploded into dust. The long pole arm that was like a huge dragon pushed down on Fang Wangshu’s right shoulder, pressing him down onto the ground.

Seething powers continued to extend out, only coming to a stop after they clashed with the army’s Qi field. This was why the Divine Martial Pass’ city walls were not smashed.

“Brother, don’t force me to kill you for attempting to affect our army’s morale.”

Ye Ran’s gaze which was like that of a ferocious beast encompassed Fang Wangshu’s body, and seething Disha Qis gushed forth. They were so condensed that it was as if they had materialized.

Fang Wangshu circulated his essential Qi and wanted to get back up to his feet. “Stop it, Ye Ran. You don’t understand…”

“The one who doesn’t understand is you.” Ye Ran held onto the pole arm with one hand and pressed down all of Fang Wangshu’s resistance. “Foster Father wishes to unify the world and bring prosperity to the people of the Great Jin Dynasty. I’m the person who is going to support him to that throne.

“Any wastrel who attempts to stop this will be killed by me personally! Even you won’t be an exception.”

Rumble! Terrifying powers surged out from that long pole arm, and seething currents gushed out in all directions from where the two of them were. All the surrounding generals and soldiers kept on being pushed back like there was a force 20 typhoon.

The pressure caused Fang Wangshu to tremble all over. He was unable to even stand up, let alone put up any resistance.

Fang Wangshu wanted to say more, but at the next moment, a hint of grief flashed in his eyes.

“It’s too late.”

Ye Ran frowned and turned to look toward the sky.

It was unknown when it had started, but streams of golden light had appeared in the sky, forming many hand imprints. All kinds of hand imprints scattered across the sky, releasing an extremely solemn atmosphere.