Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3749 - Exterminate Your Entire Race

Li Tianming looked like he was capable of everything, but he was actually garbage in every element. Xing Chen let out a mocking laugh at Tianming’s totem. His totem underwent an earth-shattering transformation.

17-fold Simulacrum, Galaxy Swordgod!

The nine threepoint starfiends gathered around him. They continuously changed and, in the end, the three black hole-like vortices within their bodies all joined together into a single giant sword, producing nine swords in total that encircled Xing Chen. His totemic power had been amplified seventeen times.

"Get lost!" Xing Chen thrust his sword. The high-maniverse-class sword in his hand, along with the nine celestial swords orbiting him, all aggressively stabbed to his left. Sword ki emerged from the strike, forming a sword array. Like three vortices, they enveloped Tianming’s head!

"You think you're strong?" Tianming sneered. His grand lexicon wonder locked on to Xing Chen. One by one, glowing characters targeted Xing Chen’s bane-rings. At his size, the bane-rings on his brow were enormous.

Each flashing character unleashed countless minor rules, infiltrating his bane-rings and creating layers of seals. It caused Xing Chen’s sword formation to suffer multiple interferences, leaving it riddled with flaws.

Tianming moved as fast as lightning, popping up above Xing Chen’s head. His right leg, reinforced by the Triflair Primordial World, ruthlessly stomped down. Simultaneously, Lan Huang added its Primordial Shockblast to the mix.

The primordial worlds of heaven, earth, and man violently exploded, generating destructive power akin to the collapse of heavens and earth. Coupled with the brute force of Tianming’s body, all of it crashed into Xing Chen!

"Ugh!" Xing Chen’s ears bled from Primordial Shockblast, filling his mind with pain. He hurriedly directed his Galaxy Swordgods to stab upward and block Tianming’s strike.

For him, Tianming’s leg was no bigger than his pinky toe, yet that stomp had shattered his totem swords and forced his thirty-meter-tall body to its knees. His knees slammed onto the battle platform, creating a spiderweb of cracks.

It was a testament to the terrifying power of Tianming’s body and divine abilities, and the combination was the hallmark of a specter’s combat style.

"What kind of mongrel are you?!" Xing Chen was momentarily dazed before a surge of resentment filled him. He now understood that he, a distinguished genius of Starmoon Haven, had been utterly humiliated by a lowly mongrel slave!

"And you still dare to run your mouth?" Tianming’s voice was ice-cold.

A sudden sense of foreboding filled Xing Chen. Just as he was about to spring up and raise his sword, an ocean of bubbles surged toward his eyes. Another divine ability!

"Break for me!" he roared, gripping his sword with both hands. His totems revolved around him as he swung his sword.

But the bubbles passed through his strike, directly flooding into his brain.

"A soul attack! Xing Chen’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

In the next moment, the Phantasmic Bubbles popped inside his mind. Intense white flames ignited and ruptured his skull, scattering large chunks of his spiritform astrons.

Tianming flashed forward, his two Grand-Orient Swords stabbing into Xing Chen’s chest, dragging downward and tearing open two massive rifts. Monorigin Infernal Blaze and Biritual Chaos Thunder erupted from his hands, pouring into the rifts and exploding inside Xing Chen’s body.

The combined forces of lightning and fire erupted within the giant, burning and vaporizing his astrons!

"You!!" Xing Chen’s body was breaking down and his brain was no longer whole. "You’re actually this strong?!" Impossible! Wasn't Tianming just a foundationeer?

There wasn’t a fundamental gap in intrinsic quality between foundationeers and overflowers. The main difference lay in cosmoforce reserves. Xing Chen simply couldn't comprehend how such a small body, no matter how much power it had borrowed from four lifebound beasts, could overwhelm his thirty-meter-tall form.

The Primordial Chaos Beasts’ astrons were still low in number, but their quality was far beyond his understanding.

"Li Tianming! Stop!" Xing Chen staggered back, hurriedly raising his hands in surrender.

"Why should I?" Tianming merged his swords and charged at him again.

"It’s amazing that you, a mere slave, can fight like this! I surrender! I’m willing to give you my caelum!" Xing Chen quickly spoke and turned to flee toward the exit. He was surprisingly fast to recognize reality.

"Slave?" Upon hearing the word, Tianming’s rage ignited. That word was the mark of an era’s shame, generations of oppression, and countless tragic lives! Even after losing, Xing Chen still dared to call him that? That only meant he still looked down on the one who had defeated him!

"Did I say you could leave?" Tianming lunged forward.

"Wretched slave! You don't know when to stop, do you? Let me tell you, if you dare touch me again, my parents and elders will throw all five million of your Middlekin Star Ruin slaves into the divine channel and make them accompany you in death!" Xing Chen turned, his face twisted with madness. "With all the chaos happening inside the Cosmic God Palace, my family and clan must already be waiting outside for you! Do you really think you can escape?"

"Five million slaves?" Tianming’s voice turned deathly cold. Clearly, those people weren’t even considered living beings to Xing Chen. If that was the case, what more was there to say?

"I came to the Upper Star Ruin to overturn the heavens! To upend everything here! I have the Sun as my foundation. Why the hell should I be afraid of you?! And you dare threaten me?!" Tianming burst into wild laughter.

"You came to the Upper Star Ruin? The Sun?" Xing Chen had no idea what those words meant.

But before he could react, Tianming shot toward him, executing Fiveway Blitzrun over a dozen times in a row. Finally, he lashed out with a powerful kick at Xing Chen’s face.

Xing Chen’s head exploded again and his entire body staggered before crashing into the wall, which shattered from the impact. The spiritform astrons in his brain were nearly completely obliterated.

"You wretched mongrel! Do you have a death wish?! You aren’t afraid my parents will wipe out your entire race?” Xing Chen raised his sword, his fury surging. His sword and totems fused once more.

But just as he lifted his sword, another wave of bubbles descended upon him, followed by another round of Monorigin Infernal Blaze and Biritual Chaos Thunder.

Those divine abilities had been greatly enhanced, becoming Tianming’s most lethal attacks, far surpassing his totems, Grand-Orient Sword, and battle arts combined. "Before I improve my simulacra and battle arts further, fighting with my body and divine abilities really just gets my blood pumping!"