Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 3748 - Threepoint Starfiends

With Yin Chen leading the way, Tianming took the shortest path through the maze. He soon arrived at a golden cultivation chamber.

There was no one guarding the entrance. All the people from the Blazestar Cult had gone to the Scorchmoon Cult’s side. Only Xing Chen was left there!

"This guy’s pretty bold...." In reality, Xing Chen was gambling that the Wargod Cult had had enough fun and wouldn’t cause any more trouble.

And that was indeed the case. The Wargod Cult was wary of the other two cults joining forces. After humiliating the Blazestar Cult, they had completely withdrawn to another golden cultivation chamber, not daring to take a single step away. Even Xing Baizhan had seized the rare opportunity to cultivate a galaxy-class order and had no time to come out.

Because of that, Xing Chen had actually been having a comfortable time lately. Until now, when a challenge rang out and disturbed his peace!

***

"That damn bug appeared again...." Jiang Linxi’s gaze turned incomparably cold once more.

"Did you notice? When he moves through the Cosmic God Palace, he doesn’t take a single wrong step! Everyone else, no matter how familiar, would make at least one mistake!" Mo Fan coldly said.

"You mean...?" Jiang Linxi raised an eyebrow.

"I don’t know what’s going on. He couldn’t possibly be under Su You, right? Not even Su You is that familiar with this place! She only recently took up her position." Mo Fan shook his head.

"Looks like this kid has his eyes on the galaxy-class order!" Jiang Linxi furrowed her brows.

"His guts are huge! Just because he won by ganging up on Luori Yumo last time, does he really think he can win a one-on-one fight?" Mo Fan made his judgment. "Seems like the brat knows time’s running out for him so he’s making one last desperate move!"

"If he wins, his score will rise to fourth place, just below those three fourth-level overflowers." Jiang Linxi’s expression slightly changed.

"He doesn’t have the ability, and even if he beats Xing Chen, those three won’t let him take their points. Take Xing Yue. She’s injured, but as long as she doesn’t enter a cultivation chamber to be challenged, her points will remain intact. She and Guiyang accumulated too many points early on. Now that everyone else is outside the cultivation chambers, Tianming has no way to take their points. He can’t win just by relying on cultivation points!" Mo Fan calculated, then confidently concluded.

"That guy’s too strange. I’m afraid he might break through!" Jiang Linxi said. It was obvious when overflowers advanced, but Tianming had shown no changes from start to finish.

"It isn’t that easy! And with the power he’s shown, to even compete with Guiyang and the others, he’d need two breakthroughs! Historically, no overflower has ever broken through twice in a single cycle of the Cosmic God Palace trial!" Mo Fan said.

"I heard that some people from other places go to the Ancient Oldgod Domain to get overflow fragments, which seem to work. But that method’s just a shortcut and is very unstable," Jiang Linxi said.

"You must be talking about the wonderians! They monopolize the overflow fragments. They sell them at an exorbitant price, and even Midsky Tristars' cosmic gods struggle to get high-quality ones...." Mo Fan’s meaning was clear. There was nothing to worry about. Victory was assured!

"I’m certain that Li Tianming and his group could’ve won under normal circumstances. However, our trump cards, Luori Guiyang and Xing Yue, were beyond Long Qian’s expectations. So now it’s Long Qian who’ll regret it...." Mo Fan coldly glanced at the group of flameyellow descendants.

Long Qian and the others indeed looked tense.

"Looks like they also know Li Tianming’s making his final push for points." But even if he cultivates in the galaxy-class caeli chamber until the end, his score won’t catch up!

"Relax! In the end, it’s always the same. A bigger obstacle will always stop you! That astralship is ours," Mo Fan said.

"Mm!" Jiang Linxi nodded.

***

Tianming stood on a golden challenge platform, hands clasped behind his back. One of his arms was gold and red, covered in sword-shaped feathers, while the other was a black arm wrapped in black and white lightning. Under his pants, his legs were clad in dragon scales and vibrant floral patterns.

He looked like a specter!

The Grand-Orient Sword in his hand pointed downward. His body was bathed in pink light, while his head was shrouded in swirling layers of white mist, emanating a soulstorm that was terrifying to behold.

The door to the cultivation chamber suddenly burst open as a thirty-meter-tall figure with long, colorful hair and strikingly handsome features stepped out. The instant his dazzling, multi-colored eyes locked on to Tianming, they turned ice-cold.

"Stink bug, it’s you?" Xing Chen had been startled at first, thinking the Wargod Cult had come. But it was Tianming! Ever since entering the Cosmic God Palace, he hadn’t heard any news of Tianming. Encountering him now as a challenger was truly surprising.

"Bug?" Tianming’s sword-like brows furrowed.

"Tear him to pieces! Chop up his descendants! Rip out his organs and eat his eyeballs!" Bai Ye viciously snarled.

Xing Chen naturally heard its voice. His gaze grew colder as he indifferently pronounced, "Looks like I’ll have to waste ten breaths’ time to take your life."

"Ten breaths? You’re overestimating yourself!" Tianming suddenly said.

"That’s more than enough!" Xing Chen laughed. The moment his voice fell, the white-haired youth before him vanished.

The four points of the Genesis Bolt Array manifested around Xing Chen when Tianming used Fiveway Blitzrun. In the blink of an eye, he appeared on Xing Chen’s left, splitting the Grand-Orient Sword into two. The power of the decapath era godswords’ sevenfold simulacrum surged onto both blades, sending a storm of sword energy toward Xing Chen.

"A mere slave race’s totem?" Xing Chen sneered. "My Starfall Pantheon is the true progenitor of totems!"

In response to Tianming’s Yin-Yang Immemorial Art, nine bane-rings shone on Xing Chen’s forehead as his threepoint starfiends erupted.

They were celestial being totems that looked like humanoid galaxies, their bodies shimmering with a brilliant light. They had three vortex-like black holes on their head, chest, and abdomen, exerting a stormy pull.

"Your totems’ simulacra haven’t even reached tenfold, have they? And you dare use them?" Xing Chen wasn’t an arrogant person; he was usually reserved. Even when facing Middlekin Star Ruins opponents, he didn’t look down on them.

But against someone like Tianming, he simply couldn’t feel the slightest interest.