The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order

Chapter 1431: Saluman Chapter 1431: Saluman “Dammit, dammit, dammit!” a man from the Hell Clan roared in a fit of utter rage, his voice echoing through the grand hall of a massive castle deep within the Gu Sect.

His bloodshot eyes were locked on the holographic projection displayed on the ceiling.

The virtual screen showcased the raging battle where Cain and Elder Azure’s group faced off against an army of Divine Beasts.

The Hell Clan member clenched his fists so tightly that his nails drew blood.

Fury pulsed through him, his frustration evident as the battle tipped further in favor of Lady Azure’s group.

Next to him sat a diminutive old man from the Nether Clan, a figure Cain would instantly recognize as the one he frequently encountered during his visits to the Gu Library.  The tiny old man, perched atop a massive hunting dog, remained stoic, his half-lidded eyes glowing faintly with soul force.

Despite his size and seemingly frail demeanor, he radiated an aura of overwhelming power.

The Nether Clan elder was the orchestrator of the Divine Beast ambush.

Unlike the Hell Clan member, his face showed no frustration or urgency-only a detached boredom.

Though his abilities were stretched to their limits, controlling twenty-two Divine Beasts simultaneously, it was clear he didn’t care whether they lived or died.  However, the tine old man’s indifference shifted briefly as he noticed Cain on the battlefield.

The young cultivator’s mastery of multiple techniques and ruthless efficiency in dealing with the Divine Beasts piqued the old man’s interest.

A fleeting glimmer of curiosity crossed his otherwise indifferent face.

The Hell Clan member’s gaze followed the old man’s and landed on Cain as well.

His anger intensified.

It was Cain’s intervention that had turned the tide, granting the upper hand to Elder Azure’s group.

Finally, unable to contain himself, he spun toward Saluman and shouted, “What the hell are you doing?

At this rate, all of them will survive!” The room fell silent.

The moment those words left his mouth, the Hell Clan member knew he had made a grave mistake.

An invisible force descended upon him like a tidal wave, slamming him to his knees.

It wasn’t physical strength but an overwhelming soul force, suffocating and unrelenting.

The tiny old man didn’t even turn his head; his gaze remained fixed on the holographic display as his soul force crushed the younger man.

“Puny brat, who do you think you are to bark at me?” The words didn’t come from the tiny old man’s mouth but echoed directly in the Hell Clan member’s mind, each syllable carrying the weight of a mountain.

His ears began to bleed under the sheer pressure.

“Forgive me, Lord Saluman!” the Hell Clan member cried out, his entire body trembling as he struggled to withstand the elder’s wrath.

Sweat poured down his face, and his hands pressed against the cold floor, seeking relief from the oppressive force.

“Hmph.” Saluman finally withdrew his soul force, releasing the man from his torment.

He waved a hand dismissively, his bored expression unchanging.

“Your master paid me to set an ambush with twenty-two of my Divine Beasts.

If you underestimated the enemy’s power, that is not my fault.

If you wanted guaranteed success, you should have paid for an ambush involving Peak Divine Transcendence Beasts.” The Hell Clan member’s face flushed with anger and humiliation, but he dared not argue.

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He knew Saluman spoke the truth, but Peak Divine Transcendence Beasts were far too expensive, even for someone of his master’s stature.

Swallowing his pride, he turned his gaze back to the projection, watching in silence as the battle unfolded.

The fight raged on for another half an hour.

Cain and the group displayed unparalleled coordination and strength, systematically dismantling the Divine Beasts.

Though some members of the group sustained injuries, none of them fell.

By the time the last beast collapsed, the battlefield was littered with the remains of Divine Beasts Saluman’s expression didn’t change.

With a flick of his wrist, the holographic projection vanished, plunging the room into a tense silence.

“It is over.

You can return to your master.” His voice was calm, but the cold edge in his tone carried an unspoken warning.

The Hell Clan member gritted his teeth but kept his head bowed.

He wanted to lash out, to express his frustration, but he knew better than to provoke Saluman again.

Rising to his feet, he nodded curtly and turned to leave.

Before stepping out of the room, he heard Saluman’s final words: “If Karun is displeased with the result, he knows where to find me.” The Hell Clan member froze momentarily, his fists tightening.

He bowed one last time and exited the castle.

As the Hell Clan member disappeared into the distance, Saluman’s hunting dog let out a low growl.

“Master, Core Elder Karun is not someone easy to deal with.

He will surely see your words as an act of disrespect.” Saluman chuckled, reaching down to pat the dog’s massive head.

“Karun may have power, but he is bound by the same constraints as the rest of us.

He won’t dare make a move against me with the Gu Contest coming up.

He has to keep his focus on the other faction leaders from the Dark Races.” The dog nodded but didn’t look entirely convinced.

Saluman’s gaze grew distant as he recalled the battle, his mind lingering on Cain’s figure.

A sly smile spread across his face.

“Besides, it seems the Light Camp has gained an intriguing new member.

That boy, Cain…

his power is remarkable.

This Gu Contest is shaping up to be far more interesting than I anticipated.” Saluman straightened his back and gestured for the hunting dog to move.

“Come, let’s return to the library.

I’ve seen enough of this farce for one day.” The dog rose gracefully, its enormous frame moving with a predator’s fluidity.

As they made their way out of the castle, the streets of the Gu Sect stretched out before them.

The sight of a ferocious beast as powerful as a Peak Divine Transcendence Master carrying a frail-looking old man was surreal.

Passersby instinctively moved aside, clearing a path for the duo.

No one dared to linger in their way, their gazes filled with a mix of awe and fear.

Saluman’s thoughts churned as the dog walked through the sect’s bustling streets.

The failure of the ambush didn’t bother him; his role had been purely transactional.

What intrigued him was the dynamic shift within the sect’s power structure.