Zhou Hong immediately soared into the sky, standing above the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate.
"Everyone, all disciples of the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate, come out and gather," Zhou Hong shouted from the sky.
Upon hearing the shouts, numerous disciples of the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate rushed out, looking up at the sky. Those who had reached the level of Demonic Master flew into the air, confronting Zhou Hong.
Zhou Hong scanned the area. In a short while, over a hundred thousand people appeared on the ground.
"Everyone, my name is Zhou Hong, the City Lord of Wumeng City," Zhou Hong introduced himself.
Everyone looked at each other. Some lower-ranking disciples seemed confused, wondering if the City Lord of Wumeng City wasn't Luobogan. However, some stronger True Lords had heard about the new City Lord of Wumeng City.
"What are you here for?" one of the True Lords asked. This True Lord was a ninth-grade Demonic Master, the strongest among those present. He was puzzled as to where all the Demonic King level cultivators of the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate had gone, as none had appeared.
"Heh heh, you must be wondering why none of your Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate's Demonic King level cultivators have appeared," Zhou Hong chuckled. The scene erupted in uproar. Many hadn't noticed until Zhou Hong mentioned it, but now they realized it was true.
"Everyone, from today onwards, the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate is hereby disbanded."
"You say disband and it disbands?" people grumbled.
"All of your Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate's Demonic Kings and above are already dead," Zhou Hong shouted.
"Ridiculous, you say they're dead and they're dead?"
"If not, call them out."
"They must have gone out on collective business."
Zhou Hong didn't want to waste any more words. He instantly brought out over 400 corpses, floating them in mid-air. Others thought they were taken from spatial rings, as they couldn't tell they were puppets, especially since Zhou Hong didn't control their movements; they were like dead bodies.
"Do you all recognize them?"
Countless people present were stunned. Over 400, nearly 500 high-ranking cultivators of Demonic King level and above were indeed dead, floating silently in mid-air, their faces devoid of color.
"How can this be? How can this be?"
Everyone felt as if the sky had fallen. Some screamed. In their hearts, the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate was so powerful, yet its top leaders were all dead.
"That's right, there's another corpse here, the strongest in your Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate," Zhou Hong produced another corpse. This one was a real corpse, not a puppet, because the Sect Master's primordial spirit had detached before Zhou Hong could turn him into a puppet.
"Sect Master?"
"Sect Master!"
When the tens of thousands of disciples saw the Sect Master's corpse appear, they finally broke down. Everyone knelt and wailed.
"Alright everyone, within my Wumeng City, there shall be no large forces like the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate. So, you all disperse," Zhou Hong recalled all the corpses and, taking Si Teng and Suo Suo, instantly left the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate.
Upon returning to the City Lord's mansion, Zhou Hong immediately went to the underground secret chamber. In the secret chamber, over a dozen Demonic Kings were still cultivating the Eight Sections Pagoda.
The original plan was to refine them into puppets, which required them to voluntarily cultivate the Eight Sections Pagoda to the third level. However, it was no longer necessary to go through so much trouble. Zhou Hong wanted to resolve it quickly.
"Everyone! Stop," Zhou Hong shouted in the secret chamber.
The dozen or so Demonic Kings cultivating the Eight Sections Pagoda immediately stopped.
"Everyone, how is your cultivation progressing?" Zhou Hong asked with a smile.
"It's only been about a year, how can it be so fast?" the dozen or so Demonic Kings seemed a little displeased.
"Then don't cultivate anymore."
"Why?" the dozen or so Demonic Kings looked bewildered.
"The Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate has been destroyed by me," Zhou Hong said calmly.
"What?" The dozen or so Demonic Kings naturally didn't believe him.
"See who this is." Zhou Hong again pulled out the Sect Master's corpse.
"Ah, the Sect Master of the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate?" everyone was terrified.
"Everyone, I apologize. You can go accompany your Sect Master. I have already killed all Demonic Kings and above from the Dragon Tiger Demonic Gate."
"City Lord Zhou Hong, we are willing to submit to you," the dozen or so Demonic Kings' faces changed in fear, and they immediately knelt, expressing their desire to follow Zhou Hong.
"Unfortunately, I don't need your submission. I need you to die even more."
"City Lord Zhou Hong, we are all willing to submit to you. Why are you so heartless? What good does it do you to kill us?" the dozen or so Demonic Kings looked unable to comprehend.
Zhou Hong sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he wanted to kill them, but he had no choice if he wanted to refine them into puppets. Although cruel, as cultivators of demonic arts, they wouldn't bother with pleasantries.
At this moment, Suo Suo, in Zhou Hong's inner world, quickly said, "Zhou Hong, you don't necessarily have to kill them. You can also replicate their souls without killing them."
"Suo Suo, you mean?" Zhou Hong was suddenly incredulous. Originally, Zhou Hong didn't want to kill so many people, especially those of Demonic King level and above.
"You can refine them into living puppets."
"How do we do that?"
"It's the same. I will transfer the puppet's consciousness into their bodies, making their original souls secondary. The main soul will be the puppet soul controlled by you, and the secondary soul will be their own original soul. Later, if you need to form a sword array and summon them back, you can use them in an instant. When not needed, they can go about their business."
"Then, won't they say anything out of line normally? Spread this matter out?"
"You don't need to worry about that, because they themselves won't know what happened normally."
"Good, this is excellent. I was originally worried that if I truly refined a hundred thousand puppets, such a large scale would definitely cause a stir. Now, with this method, it can be done silently."
"Yes." Su Dan Novel Network
"Then I'll trouble you!"
"You are my husband, this is what Suo Suo should do."
Suo Suo stopped rambling and instantly appeared, using a mental attack technique on the dozen or so Demonic Kings present. The dozen or so Demonic Kings immediately became listless.
After a series of actions, their eyes all became like puppets, looking at Zhou Hong as if waiting for his command.
"Now, their main souls are puppet souls. When the main soul hides later, their original souls will regain control of their bodies, but they will remember nothing. You can let them go, and summon them back whenever you need them in the future."
"Mmm, that's great," Zhou Hong couldn't help but kiss Suo Suo on the cheek. What a capable wife.
Now that he could operate like this, Zhou Hong could travel to other cities and other factions to replicate them in large quantities at the fastest speed. It was believed that within a decade or two, he could form a sword array of a hundred thousand, and then, with a single sword strike, he could slay the Demonic Emperor.