Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3764 - Pave a Path of Blood

Xian Xian's Quadform Radixbreath continued ruining the astrons within the ninesun fienddragon as its spiritform astrons burned away. Both body and soul were being ravaged. The dragon howled and slammed around in the corridor, bloodied and broken. Its heads were completely ruined. It truly was a pathetic sight.

"Holy shit...." Xing Baizhan blankly watched as the dragon struggled in its final moments, having no idea of how to hit Tianming. Wouldn’t he just swing his sword into the dragon's abdomen?

It was nothing short of a nightmare to those of the Upper Star Ruin. Overflowers weren't cosmic gods and their bodies hadn't really transformed much, so it was perfect for Tianming to rip into. There was simply no way for them to gang up on him at all!

"Save me!" the ninesun fienddragon said, looking pitifully at Xing Baizhan.

"How do I even do that?!" Xing Baizhan was completely stumped.

"Don't be glad that this isn't happening to you! You’ll soon end up like me, too!" the dragon hissed.

However, Xing Baizhan wasn't relieved in the slightest. Instead, his head was numb from the shrieks of the dragon. His heartbeat quickened from fear and foreboding.

The ninesun fienddragon wasn't easy to properly kill. Tianming had used sword arts, abilities, and brute force for quite a while before he did enough damage to take its life. Finally, the ninesun fienddragon exploded into a mist of blood, out of which Tianming stepped. His white hair was completely stained in the dragon's blood. Eyes affixed on Xing Baizhan, his booming voice sounded like the bell of death. "It's your turn!"

Xing Baizhan put down his warblades and immediately knelt before Tianming. "Brother Li, I was blind to your brilliance! I now know the folly of my ways! I’m a deva, and I’m prostrating myself to you!"

He kowtowed thrice and grit his teeth. "I'm not involved in the heavenly oath at all! You don't need to kill me to save those two million! Instead, take me hostage! Use me to trade for the other three million slaves with my father and the rest! My parents will absolutely accept it!"

"You really are a smart cookie, Xing Baizhan," Tianming said with a smile.

"That is high praise from you!" Xing Baizhan relaxed, confident that he could convince Tianming to spare him even if he knew it was naive to believe that his life alone would be worth the remaining three million slaves. What else can you bargain with aside from my life? I know you’re powerful.... You’re a monster, but no matter how big of a monster you are, the slaves are a useless faction! However, my faction will easily be able to crush you! Xing Baizhan thought, though he kept a respectful expression.

Just then, Tianming disappeared from his vision while he was still kneeling! "What?!"

Right as he reacted, a figure appeared in front of his head. Phantasmic Bubbles began raining down, exploding inside Xing Baizhan's head and causing him to howl in misery. Then the Grand-Orient Sword's slash took his head and caused it to roll on the ground. White flames began burning around it.

"My head!" Xing Baizhan's two remaining heads watched as his body immediately tried to catch the decapitated head. But before he managed to, the figure ahead immediately stomped the fallen head into mush!

"You!" Xing Baizhan's remaining heads looked at Tianming with disbelief. "Don't you want to save the three million slaves?!"

Tianming didn't answer him and gave his chest a kick, sending his gigantic body flying ten thousand meters away into the wall of the Cosmic God Palace. Instantly, he closed the distance and appeared in front of Xing Baizhan once more.

"Stinkbug!" he roared, but before he could unleash his power, a stream of bubbles assaulted his remaining heads.

"Aaaaagh!" His heads began twitching from internal explosions. His hands tried to grasp them to soothe the pain, but to no avail! Monorigin Infernal Blaze and Biritual Chaos Thunder began ravaging his body as Tianming followed up with even more slashes and kicks, giving Xing Baizhan no chance to fight back.

"Why won't you save them?!" the specter cried.

"I do want to, but you’re useless to me, you piece of trash!" Tianming's Quadform Radixbreath seeped into the specter's body through his wounds.

"Why do you act so brash?! How can you possibly be confident enough to say all that?!"

"I have my means, but it's a shame that you won't live to see it! Just shut up and fucking die!" Tianming gave Xing Baizhan's seventh astral organ a harsh kick, keeping the cicada silk suit and his hundred-thousand body count in mind. The specter's family jewels immediately exploded.

"Aaaagh!" Xing Baizhan's remaining heads turned purple.

"Starting with you, Xing Baizhan, any so-called deva that dares to stand against me shall perish!" Tianming unleashed another flurry of slashes.

"Big words from a pathetic slave!" Xing Baizhan no longer saw any hope of survival and couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"Pathetic? Remember that when we rise up from the ashes and wipe out your so-called 'world order'!" Tianming continued his rampage, combining physical and soul attacks until Xing Baizhan's life was finally extinguished.

"Damn it! Cicada silk suit, eh? Getting more girls than me, is it? You deserve to die! I don't even have more than ten and you have a whole hundred thousand?! Shameless!" Those were the last words that Xing Baizhan heard before he died in despair.

Tianming had fought two-on-one and emerged victorious!

"I killed them all!" Nobody else aside from him, Qingyu, and Moran remained in the Cosmic God Palace. When he’d joined the trial, he hadn't expected things would turn out this way and had only wanted to save the two million slaves. But when Xing Daoyin had transported the other three million there to threaten Long Qian, Tianming had finally seen how bleak the flameyellow descendants' lives were in the Upper Star Ruin.

"We’re already at the precipice. There is no longer anywhere to retreat. For the sake of family, friends, and our people, the only way out is to pave our way in blood!" There was no way it would be a peaceful process. The Eightpart Pantheons stood to benefit the most from the status quo. There was no way they would peacefully give up on it! Slaughtering them was the only way!

"This is a path of kill or be killed. Those naive enough to believe otherwise shall perish first!" Tianming took a deep breath, knowing that the spectators outside must be going wild.

"Xing Daoyin, Jiang Linxi, Mo Fan, I bet you’re angry, but your anger pales in comparison to mine!"