King of Assassins-Chapter 721 - 535: Military Lord of the Ten Directions

The warriors of the Ghost Prison Race surrounded Gao Xuan from all directions, completely blocking him in.
Long spears, long knives, axes, mace-like weapons swung fiercely from every direction, like an impenetrable net, trapping Gao Xuan in the middle.
Calling it impenetrable might be an exaggeration, but these warriors possessed decent martial skills, swinging dozens of weapons together with subtle coordination.
This wasn't some sort of battle formation; the warriors simply had decent martial skills, naturally controlling their weapons without colliding or interfering with each other.
Even scarier was the tens of thousands of troops behind the dozens of weapons, forming a vast sea of black, the Ghost Prison Race soldiers.
With his Celestial Dragon Eye, Gao Xuan could clearly see the thick blood qi emanating from the bodies of the Ghost Prison Race.
The connected blood qi naturally formed a vast sea of blood-colored qi, possessing the characteristics of a domain that strongly restricted the changes in other blood qi.
Even a super-tier Gold powerhouse like Master Zhou, when surrounded by tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers, would fall due to their ability to freely connect individual power.
This mode of connection was extremely crude—just gathering enough numbers naturally formed a domain.
Because it was crude and simple, the more Ghost Prison Race soldiers gathered, the stronger their domain power became.
Moreover, the Ghost Prison Race was particularly adaptable to Source Power; when they entered the Star River World, their individual power generally doubled.
The weakest Ghost Prison Race warrior was equivalent to a Level 10 swordsman. Especially since their numbers far exceeded that of humans.
Once the Ghost Prison Race was familiar with technological weapons, humans would no longer have any advantage. When many Ghost Prison Race powerhouses entered the Star River World, humanity's catastrophic end would be inevitable.
This time, Gao Xuan entered the Netherworld Realm first, intending to strike proactively, aiming to destroy this race before they could strike.
However, that wouldn't be easy.
The strongest member of the Ghost Prison Race, King Zhuanlun, was a powerful Divine being. This Divine was comparable to the Master of Blood.
Fortunately, Divines aren't omnipotent or omniscient. The Hongyi Sword and Godslaying Sword in his hands could kill gods. Finding the right opportunity, there is a possibility of killing King Zhuanlun.
If King Zhuanlun couldn't be killed, extinguishing the entire Ghost Prison Race was still achievable.
Currently, Gao Xuan's Spiritual Power was limited, yet his Celestial Dragon Eye allowed him to observe all changes around him.
Facing the attack of tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers, Gao Xuan could still calmly think about various matters and contemplate future possibilities.
Without the Sea of Source Power as a medium, Spiritual Power couldn't be directly transmitted outward, making it hard to employ techniques releasing Source Power and Spiritual Energy.
Nonetheless, Gao Xuan's strong Spiritual Energy hadn't been erased; it was merely unable to be externalized. In a fleeting moment, within his spirit sea, Gao Xuan's consciousness could still operate at high speed.
In this state, Gao Xuan's thinking and response speed were tens of millions of times faster than that of the Ghost Prison Race. They were operating at completely different levels.
While Gao Xuan was idly speculating, he could still fully analyze various data of all surrounding Ghost Prison Race soldiers.
The strength, speed, and internal blood and qi changes of the Ghost Prison Race warriors were presented in the most straightforward manner.
Gao Xuan's Spirit Core functioned like a Light Computer, processing billions of data every second. Handling the detailed data of tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers used only a billionth of his Spirit Core's processing capacity.
If this were in the Star River World, in an instant, tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers would have already been annihilated by his sword intent.
But in the Netherworld Realm, everything became complicated.
Unable to manipulate Source Power, Gao Xuan's vast array of martial arts secret techniques couldn't be employed.
Although the Primordial Golden Wheel could convert blood qi into Source Power, the released Source Power would still be suppressed by endless blood qi.
Simply put, when Gao Xuan struck with his sword, its power should have been tenfold, but in the Netherworld Realm, its power reduced to only one fold.
Looking at the surging Ghost Prison Race soldiers, Gao Xuan thought for a moment and decided to forgo using the Godslaying Sword.
Against such a vast number, the Godslaying Sword was too sophisticated.
After some thought, Gao Xuan decided to test the power of his physical body. Reinforced with Law Metal, he had cultivated Power Dominating Ancient Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training, yet hadn't truly wielded his physical strength.
In the Netherworld Realm, he intended to test how much power this strong body could actually wield.
Facing several long spears thrusting fiercely at him, Gao Xuan punched forward, the iron-heavy spears weighed at least thirty to forty pounds, driven by the brute force of the Ghost Prison Race warriors, even a Silver-level Sword Hero would struggle to resist with bare flesh.
However, when Gao Xuan's fist surged forward, the air in front of him exploded violently.
To know Gao Xuan's constitution, power, and agility reached a whopping 48 points. For an average healthy man, these three dimensions would average at 10 points.
This meant that in terms of pure data, Gao Xuan's constitution, power, and agility were 4.9 million times that of an ordinary healthy man.
Calculating with an ordinary man's full-strength punch at 100 kilograms, Gao Xuan's punch wielded a power of 41.9 million kilograms.
It's not that simple in reality. Due to Gao Xuan's exceedingly high agility and constitution, with attributes complementing each other, his punch's force geometrically multiplied.
Of course, there was no need for Gao Xuan to exert full force against tens of thousands of ordinary Ghost Prison Race soldiers. Moreover, the blood qi also imposed certain limitations on his body rebuilt with Law Metal.
Nonetheless, when Gao Xuan delivered his punch, the whole world seemed to be on the brink of explosion.
The terrifying kinetic energy from the punch made all matter incredibly fragile.
The long spears stabbed forward twisted silently and shattered into thousands of pieces, each fragment propelled fiercely backward with unparalleled kinetic energy.
The leading group of Ghost Prison Race soldiers twisted and shattered under the fist power, their fragments flying backward together.
The army used to cold weapon combat naturally favors dense formations. Only in this way can they gather together and fully leverage their numerical advantage.
Any formidable enemy surrounded by their army will inevitably be slowly suffocated. There's no other possibility.
Facing Gao Xuan, the Ghost Prison Race army employed the same strategy. So tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers surged like a black wave, engulfing Gao Xuan with ferocious momentum.
Gao Xuan punched out, yet the unmatched fierceness of his fist power created a bloody scene amidst the black tide.
In the direction pointed by his fist edge, the crumbling, disintegrating bodies of the Ghost Prison Race warriors transformed into flashes of bloodlight, spraying backward in radiation.
In an instant, as the fist power continuously expanded, the black tide had turned blood-red.
As Gao Xuan's fist power steadily faded, the Ghost Prison Race warriors standing at the rear could mostly maintain a complete form.
However, under the impact of such unmatched fierceness of fist power, they could not avoid broken legs and arms. Even if their bodies remained intact, the massive impact on internal organs was unbearable for them.
Standing at the rear, the eighth-revolution Ghost Prison Race war general had to grip his long spear and channel blood qi to shield against the incoming fist power.
By the time the fist power reached this eighth-revolution Ghost Prison Race war general, Gao Xuan's fist power had dwindled to its lowest level. Even so, the steps of this eighth-revolution war general were shaky, blood qi power from his entire body soaring like flames into the sky.
The waves of bloodlight shot out in various directions like arrows, countless steel, and flesh fragments raining down.
The eighth-revolution Ghost Prison Race war general was utterly shocked; he had lived for hundreds of years and had never witnessed such brutal and formidable adversary.
The opponent merely unleashed one punch, causing tens of thousands of Ghost Prison Race soldiers to be crushed into pulp, obliterating the entire army!
Such divine power completely toppled his understanding of the world.
The Ghost Prison Race war general was utterly terrified; his instinctive activation of blood qi power for protection was merely reflexive.
Once the turbulent fist power dissipated, the Ghost Prison Race war general abruptly awakened, realizing he was no match for such a formidable enemy.
He should immediately turn and flee, back to the powerhouse in his race.
Such a formidable foe might only be defeatable by the Ten Great Army Masters, or perhaps even require intervention from the supreme King Zhuanlun.
This Ghost Prison Race war general was contemplating escape when he saw the small figure already standing before him.
The eighth-revolution Ghost Prison Race war general stood nearly five meters tall, while Gao Xuan was just shy of two meters. Gao Xuan standing before this Ghost Prison general was like a child before an adult.
However, their aura was reversed.
Gao Xuan appeared calm and at ease, yet internally his aura was as imposing as the Heaven-Reaching Divine Mountain. The eighth-revolution Ghost Prison Race war general was but an ant before the Divine Mountain.
"What's your name?" Gao Xuan, having learned the Ghost Prison Race language from Master Zhou, found it easy to communicate.
"I—I am Ghost Eight Iron Stone."
The Ghost Prison Race war general suddenly kneeled, his head touching the ground, "Please spare my life. I'm willing to offer everything and be your slave."
"Too ugly."
Gao Xuan was somewhat disdainful; even kneeling, Ghost Eight Iron Stone was almost as tall as him, such a huge chunk of flesh was uncomfortable to behold.
Not to mention the stench covering the Ghost Prison Race war general, rough and savage as a beast.
Gao Xuan casually asked, "What is this place? Are there any masters here?"
Ghost Eight Iron Stone hesitated, Gao Xuan didn't promise to spare him, making him unwilling to cooperate. Yet not speaking meant certain death.
The key was that this intelligence was easy to find out. Whether he said it or not wouldn't change anything.
To survive, Ghost Eight Iron Stone could only answer Gao Xuan's question, "We're in the Wuman Realm, the strongest is Ghost Ten Iron Mountain Army Commander, and there are ten trillion citizens..."
The Wuman Realm was vast and boundless; even the Ghost Prison Race alone accounted for ten trillion, only a rough figure.
Gao Xuan listened to Ghost Eight Iron Stone, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
He had long known the multitude of Ghost Prison Race, yet the followers of any military commander alone numbered ten trillion. Truly terrifying.
No wonder these Ghost Prison Races feared not death. With such numbers, procreating and surviving normally like other life forms, the Netherworld Realm would barely endure.
With such vast numbers of Ghost Prison Race standing still for him to strike, who knows how long killing would take.
Furthermore, at the tenth transformation realm, the Ghost Prison Race military commander's power level likely wouldn't be inferior to his. Coupled with the Netherworld Realm's unique laws and trillion armies, Gao Xuan had no confidence defeating the Ghost Prison Race military commander.
"Where is Ghost Ten Iron Mountain?" Gao Xuan asked.
Kneeling Ghost Eight Iron Stone muttered, "The military commander resides in Chujiang City, a hundred billion miles away..."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
Gao Xuan casually placed his palm, infinite palm force descended, Ghost Eight Iron Stone sensed something amiss yet couldn't react in time, his enormous body instantly shattered into a puddle of mud.
Gao Xuan gazed into the distance, "A hundred billion miles, quite far indeed..."