Chapter 11661 — How It Would End
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And the point of origin was none other than Prince Qi's ancestral shrine.
The wills of the various magnates had no time to withdraw; they were wiped out on the spot, and under the backlash, one and all coughed blood without cease.
Only after a long while did the various parties finally recover and hurriedly reassess the situation at Prince Qi's Manor.
What met their eyes gave them all yet another shock.
Prince Qi's ancestral shrine had been razed to the ground.
The Prince of Qin pronounced his verdict in a low, drawn-out voice: "Prince Qi's Manor is finished."
For powers such as their seven great manors, the ancestral shrine was of incomparable importance; once it fell, the whole game was lost.
Now Prince Qi's ancestral shrine had not merely fallen—it had been utterly leveled.
However many people might remain in Prince Qi's Manor, it amounted to being struck from the rolls outright: its line of succession severed at the root, with no possibility of recovery left.
Upon the ruins stood only four figures, sparsely spaced.
Wei Zhao, Zhang Tailing, Qi Zhuiyun, and the gaunt old man.
"The outcome is decided."
The various parties needed only to see Wei Zhao standing there unscathed to understand the result of today's battle.
Though they did not know exactly what had happened, Prince Qi was now gone, and of the several ancestral patriarchs who had been Prince Qi's Manor's final trump card, only this one apparently remained—there was no need to look further.
Indeed, the bewildered expressions on the gaunt old man and the others at this moment bore out the conjectures of the various parties.
Little did they know, the first words out of the gaunt old man's mouth as he swept a glance around were: "Where are those ape demons?"
It was not only him—Zhang Tailing and Qi Zhuiyun were equally at a loss.
Until a moment ago, they had still been hunted by sixty crimson ancient apes in a desperate, narrow escape, ready at any instant to follow the other two patriarchs of Prince Qi's Manor into the grave.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the giant face condensed from the Space Gate had burst apart out of nowhere, and when they came back to their senses, the scene before them had become what it was.
Wei Zhao likewise wore a look of astonishment.
But he was faking it.
No one knew better than he the source of that explosion just now.
That god-tier power—the suspected banished immortal Li Zui—had actually split the Great Ape King apart with a single sword strike, and the rippling effects, layer upon layer, had produced all of this.
Was the banished immortal Li Zui simply too strong, or was the Great Ape King of the legendary Seven Sages of Evil too weak?
Wei Zhao could not yet tell.
As for the sixty crimson ancient apes, he had taken advantage of the chaos to gather them into the New World.
For no other reason than that Jiang Xiaoshang had spoken up, saying these were the experimental material he had dreamed of, and that once he succeeded, he could give Wei Zhao a heaven-shattering surprise.
Strictly speaking, judging by the traits the crimson ancient apes had displayed, there was still a certain danger.
Especially since there were few people in the New World, making it hard to restrict their movements.
Still, on the other hand, given Wei Zhao's mastery over the New World, with just a little effort, sixty crimson ancient apes were nothing to speak of—even six hundred or six thousand more would be no trouble at all.
Not to mention that Jiang Xiaoshang himself was keeping watch.
The risk was controllable; as for what returns this investment might ultimately yield, that would depend on Jiang Xiaoshang's ability.
At the scene of Prince Qi's Manor.
Wei Baizhan and the others walked over together, lining up in a row behind Wei Zhao.