Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Massacre Begins

After dismissing the four gang leaders, Fang Lie immediately ordered, "Take your forces to raid the Four Great Gangs’ bases. Seal all warehouses and assets. Arrest every core member!"

Mr. Suan Mei forced a bitter smile. "Master, there are thousands of them. We could slaughter them all, but capturing them? We lack the manpower."

"Heh," Fang Lie chuckled. "What about the Earth’s Magnetic Force Puppets? Though not human, they possess decent Wisdom. Each of you take fifty thousand. With such numbers, what scene couldn’t we control? Deploy them across every corner of Iron-Walled Jin City. I’m assigning eight hundred thousand puppets—can you lock down the entire city?"

"Easily!" Mr. Suan Mei brightened. "Iron-Walled Jin City spans mere hundreds of miles, mostly occupied by the Magma Lake. Even three hundred thousand puppets would suffice. With eight hundred thousand, we’ll blanket every inch!"

"No. Keep a hundred thousand here for emergencies. Deploy the rest now. Retrieve them once order’s restored," Fang Lie commanded.

"Understood!" Mr. Suan Mei bowed and departed with the Seven Dragon True Immortals.

Fang Lie’s growing fearsome reputation had forged an aura of command. Even seasoned experts like Mr. Suan Mei and the Seven Dragon True Immortals now obeyed without question—a far cry from their earlier aloofness when Fang Lie had needed incentives to secure their cooperation.

Chaos erupted across Iron-Walled Jin City. The eight Wind Tribulation Immortals split into four teams, each leading two hundred thousand Earth’s Magnetic Force Puppets toward the Four Great Gangs’ headquarters.

Towering several zhang tall, the Earth’s Magnetic Force Puppets radiated overwhelming power. Each rivaled a Nascent Soul True Immortal in combat strength. Tens of thousands blotting the skies with their presence struck terror into every witness.

Cultivators gaped in dread. Clever ones realized the new City Lord meant business. Curious onlookers trailed the puppet army, eager for spectacle.

The four massive forces soon fractured into hundred-puppet squads, fanning out to occupy key streets and strategic points. Upon arrival, the puppets rooted themselves into the ground like stone sentinels. Within moments, countless hulking figures dominated every corner of the city, cowing even the boldest troublemakers.

Yet some fools, emboldened by gang affiliations, still harassed weaker Cultivators. The puppets struck instantly—a flash of Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light reduced offenders to bloody pulp. This merciless display shocked the populace into compliance.

But this was mere prelude.

Before the Four Great Gangs could react, their headquarters found themselves besieged by tens of thousands of puppets. Panicked members activated their Protective Arrays—formations painstakingly built to withstand assaults from Fire Tribulation Immortals.

Heartened by the shimmering barriers, gang members shouted demands for explanations. The eight Wind Tribulation Immortals remained unruffled, ordering subordinates to proclaim Fang Lie’s edict. Their voices, amplified by Magic, echoed across the entire city:

"By order of City Lord Fang Lie, all Four Great Gangs’ assets are hereby seized. Surrender your Higher-ups immediately!"

The declaration sent shockwaves through the populace.

"Heavens! He’s annihilating the gangs entirely?"

"Madness! Does he think puppet soldiers and a Seventh-Rank warship can defy Thunder Tribulation Immortals backing these gangs?"

"Even the Bai family treads carefully around them! This upstart’ll bring ruin upon us all!"

Inside the headquarters, gang members sneered and cursed:

"Fools! Our masters could flatten this city with a wave! Beg your milk-sucking lord to kneel in apology!"

The eight Wind Tribulation Immortals exchanged wry smiles. Their master had slain Thunder Tribulation foes before—what were these doomed wretches’ boasts?

"Breach the compounds," they ordered. "Kill all resisters."

Tens of thousands of puppets raised their arms in unison. Divine Earth’s Magnetic Force Light—the bane of Yin-Yang and Five Elements power—engulfed the headquarters. The Protective Arrays shuddered violently, cracks spiderwebbing across their surfaces. Cultivators maintaining the formations vomited blood as backlash ravaged them.

A second barrage shattered the defenses. The unstoppable light-tide swept through outer courtyards, atomizing everyone in its path—over forty percent perished instantly.

Puppets stormed inward, annihilating all opposition. Wind Tribulation Immortals fell like wheat before scythes under concentrated fire. Within moments, the compounds fell silent—not even chickens survived.

The entire operation concluded in under half an hour. Ten thousand Cultivators—including hundreds of Wind Tribulation Immortals—reduced to ash.

Onlookers stood paralyzed. Some foresaw retaliatory strikes from enraged Thunder Tribulation backers. Others worried about disrupted iron ore supplies to Mo Sect. Many already envisioned Fang Lie’s impending downfall.

Yet none grasped the truth—to Fang Lie, Thunder Tribulation foes were merely stepping stones.