Chapter 727: The Alien Races Gather

"Damned fool! If you can't even save my son, what good are you?!" Duan Zisuan seethed at the uselessness of this royal physician. With a wave of his hand, the physician's head exploded, scattering blood and brain fluid on the closest attendants. Their faces were filled with horror and dread, but they didn't dare scream lest they become the next target.

Duan Zisuan's attitude had shifted faster than one could flip a book—and in a single second, he sentenced a physician, the top physician of the world, who had saved countless people within it, to death.

He roared in outrage. Thunder and lightning crackled through the sky as the guards and attendants quailed.

Just then, an imperial guard rushed toward the king of the realm. "Your majesty, we have a problem! A large group of enemies has emerged from the wormhole from the east to the west, and we suspect that they're aliens from the Milky Way! They've come with massive numbers of third- and fourth-level beasts under their control, and they're attacking our world with the intention of capturing your head!"

Duan Zisuan recalled just what had happened during the wedding, and Zhang Lie's face flitted through his head.

"Are you finally here, then?" Duan Zisuan gritted his teeth. "I was just about to seek you out for revenge—perfect timing."

Duan Gen called out from the floor, "Father, you have to take revenge for me! Tear that fellow into shreds—cut off his dick and stuff it up his ass! No, even that won't be enough. Dig out his eyeballs and have a hundred men rape him. Stuff his dick up his nostrils—pour alcohol into his ass, then light it up and watch him burn!"

The moment the conversation shifted to torture, Duan Gen seemed to gain a spark in his eyes. His words and tone were malicious and vile; the guards and attendants kneeling on the floor shivered upon hearing the conversation.

They were afraid that they, too, would become Duan Gen's targets. Such torture would be a fate worse than death.

Duan Gen gritted his teeth. "And we can't forget about that Li Qianlin, either. Before digging out the man's eyes, I'll have him witness Li Qianlin being raped by a hundred men—no, I'll find a hundred hounds in heat, then gather an audience from the worlds of east and west. I'll trap her in a cage and loose the hounds at her..."

Duan Gen began to laugh loudly. He grew strangely excited just thinking about such thoughts of revenge, so much so that he began to laugh wildly.

Duan Zisuan caressed his son's head lovingly. "Very well. I'll capture that vile, treacherous couple. There are still a few guards and attendants here. You might have lost your eyes, but if you'll feel more comfortable hearing the sounds of torture..."

"Thank you, Father!"

The kneeling guards and attendants immediately pleaded for mercy. "Please, your majesty, please spare us! We've done nothing wrong..."

Duan Zisuan departed as though he hadn't heard anything, his eyes glinting with frost.

"Is this the western world, then?" Zhang Lie and a group of Jinghun departed from the shuttle and stepped into the world of the west.

The Jinghun had informed Zhang Lie where the wormhole leading to the western world was—the Jinghun had eyes on almost each and every planet in the third realm.

The moment they stepped into the world, they saw a group of alien races waiting for them: the Tianxin, the black eagles, the Poxian, the Jinghun, the starbeasts, the Jindao, the winged—a diverse group.

Zhang Lie was surprised that this group of aliens included even those among the four prime races, like the winged and the nightdemons.

"Can you explain to me what's going on?" Zhang Lie turned and asked the nearest Jinghun.

The time and location of the meeting had been arranged by the Jinghun, and so had this welcoming committee.

Since the Jinghun were under the control of Zhang Lie's disaster-grade soulshard, they should have been incapable of harming him, but there was always the possibility that someone among the Jinghun had been able to break free of that mental compulsion.

After all, there was such a diversity in soulshards that Zhang Lie wouldn't be surprised if there were one that could defend against his own.

Zhang Lie was as calm as ever as he surveyed the crowd. There were over a hundred races present, most among the hundred strongest races of the galaxy, and each brought a few dozen or even a few hundred representatives with them.

Behind these aliens were large quantities of genetic lifeforms, those that had survived the initial assault on Mt. Yun.

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"What are you planning to do with so many people around?" Zhang Lie asked.

He wasn't frightened; numbers would do anything against him with his mistmeld clam soulshard.

He recalled being very surprised when the Jinghun had informed him that there would be no need to prepare a new batch of lifeforms after that fight. According to the original plan, those lifeforms would be ceded to the alien races to compel them not to side with the king of the east during the assault.

Zhang Lie expected that the Jinghun still had a batch of lifeforms in reserve, but now, it was apparent that they had somehow managed to reclaim control over the original genetic lifeforms. It looked as though they had carried out another transaction with the aliens instead.

Xing Ying rolled his eyes. "We're here to help you."

Ren Kunjing explained, "Once everyone learned that you were the mastermind behind crashing the wedding, they flocked to participate."

The nightdemons called out, "Champion of mankind, you should have let us know in advance that you were going to be invading the western world!"

Zhang Lie was a little embarrassed.

The western world was a large one, and it had a wealth of resources. Anyone who participated would be able to obtain quite a significant share.

Ren Kunjing apologized. "I should have let you know, Zhang Lie, but I wanted to give you a surprise given that they're all here bearing good intentions."

Xing Ying added, "The four prime races have always been your greatest allies, Zhang Lie! Don't be a stranger when you're planning something so exciting."

The winged: "We're only able to send this small group of people on short notice, but there'll be even more here shortly."

This sort of situation was tantamount to doing a favor for Zhang Lie. When the alien races learned of this affair, they immediately sent a delegation to the western world—it was evident that they would obtain a fair share of rewards following Zhang Lie, given what had happened in the second realm.

Zhang Lie had constructed a kingdom of his own, the kingdom of Limit, which accepted all races within it.

This, of course, included the races of the Milky Way. The four prime races had been treated very well, almost on par with the founding races of Limit, and were therefore able to obtain large tracts of land within the second realm—perhaps a tenth of the total land that Limit possessed.

The benefit that the races derived from this land was so great that the other races were immediately jealous.

After that incident, when these other races learned that Zhang Lie was about to do something on a similar scale, they immediately rushed over. The alien races guessed that crashing the wedding was just the prelude—that what Zhang Lie really wanted to do was build a second kingdom of Limit.

If he really were to do so, they could be part of the founding races of the kingdom in the third realm, especially the four prime races! They had obtained huge rewards in the second realm, including massive tracts of land. They had already owned large quantities of land in the first realm, and if they were to obtain some more in the third as well, they would be able to develop a new set of forces stably ascending from the first realm to the third.

What Zhang Lie was doing now was converting the indigenous peoples' lands into a cradle for the alien races' warriors, and it would be foolish not to participate. This would be a history-defining moment in the third realm!