Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4054 - People Are Dying

The results of ten years of training were on full display. Tianming used Thousandway Blitzrun to zip around within the crowd, instantly culling many cosmic gods and turning them into essence form. The Grand-Orient Swords in his hands were more than five hundred meters in length. They moved around like ethereal mirages, sending heads flying yet remaining impossible to track with the eye. With those weapons, Tianming swept through them at a rapid pace. Many devas were defeated in an instant before they even spotted him coming their way.

Every sword strike caused astral fireworks to appear alongside the sparks that resulted from his swords slicing into cosmic god bodies. The power of the ten million chaos swordmaidens, the Decapath Skyvore Sworddragons, and Bai Ling's soul power was something that even the shiva variant couldn't stand up against, let alone those from mere royal lineages. Before the mighty blades, they were nothing but soft tofu! Ying Huo and the rest provided bombardment support and also allowed Tianming to utilize their cosmoforce for his strikes. Coupled with the grand lexicon wonder, people fell nonstop to his strikes.

Not far from him were two others. The eighth-level Zi Zhen turned into the purple fiend and used Qin Wangchuan's cosmic relic, Multifarious Variant, which transformed into spiked armor for her current form, sharpening her fangs and claws even more. Royals were either flattened by her palms, bisected fully, or turned into pincushions. While she and Tianming carved two paths through enemy ranks, Moran protected herself with her divine wonders and focused on charging the Empyrean Yin-Yang Mirror, sending down one monochrome pillar of light after another to wipe large swathes off the battlefield. Many devas had their upper bodies vaporized, leaving their two legs standing.

"They can't be this powerful!" The devas from Blackscatter were absolutely flabbergasted. Even though they had wanted to gang up on Tianming and gain merit, they found out too late that these three masked figures weren't just capable of massive destruction; they were also nearly unkillable! Tianming was so fast that he couldn't even be held back, while Zi Zhen's sheer toughness made her seem like an even more perfect specter than they were! And though Moran looked like a frail human, her body was actually tougher than cosmic relics. Countless abilities and physical strikes landed on her without so much as causing her to flinch. They felt like nothing more than insect bites. She didn't even need to evade them as she continued unloading her bombardment.

The three of them were completely fine throughout, yet Tianming's single strike was enough to kill them! Within mere moments, more than eight hundred devas were reduced to essence form, groaning on the ground.

"We can't win! Run!" Yet, just as their morale broke, their seniors sent them orders.

"They want us to use all we have to hold these three back!" the bald youth said, face pale.

"What does that mean?" the long-haired youth asked.

"They must be sending reinforcements! Ones strong enough to deal with them! Then again, if we keep fighting, Blackscatter will suffer immense losses."

"The seniors' instructions might be absolute, but we can act flexibly here. As long as we can keep them here, we'd be rendering lots of merit all the same." This was the territory that the Eightpart Pantheons had claimed in the lower ruins. If three insects were enough to make them lose it, it would be quite a big deal.

"We have no choice!" They chose to surround Tianming and stall for time, but he wouldn't let them!

"Trying to keep me here, huh?" He smirked and continued his assault. Booming thunder resounded all across the battlefield, though they were seconds too late to announce his rapid arrival. He painted a path of blood, heads, and limbs, accompanied by an orchestra of anguished cries.

"The more I kill, the more grudges I'll build!" Not only did Tianming kill them, but he also mocked them incessantly, directing his insults at the devas and the Eightpart Pantheons as a whole. "What's the point in sending so many people here? I already killed fifty thousand. Was that not enough? You sent me another three hundred thousand, but they'll end up on the slaughtering block for my sword. I'll indulge in having my fun with you all slowly.

"By the way, there's something that's been bothering me. Don't the Eightpart Pantheons claim to be the strongest eight factions in the universe? You're supposed to rule everything, right? Why'd you send nothing but pathetic flies to their deaths? This won't do! Wait, don't tell me that these geniuses are the best that the Eightpart Pantheons have to offer.... What a joke! Is there nobody here that can take on even one of my strikes?!"

He laughed as he slew them. The laughter echoed nonstop across the Ten Desolate Starforges and Blackscatter as well. Many other starforges, even imperial-class ones, also received the broadcast of his piercing mockery.

"I beg you, send some here that can actually fight! Or are the three hundred thousand sacrificial lambs here some kind of peace offering?!" He let his words fly endlessly as his swords swept through the ranks nonstop. The devas from Blackscatter couldn't exactly run, yet they didn't want to stay either. They had no choice but to rage and complain in frustration. They were simply unable to defeat him! While they might've been able to hold other eighth-level cosmic gods back, they weren't able to do squat to Tianming.

The rampage of the three left the fortified territory of Blackscatter in complete ruins. Even for those from the other starforges, the sight of more than three thousand cosmic god essences shook them deeply. In but a mere ten years, the rage of the Eightpart Pantheons had built up more and more, spreading out to farther starforges. Blackscatter, especially, was suffering the same fate of losing their talented seeds for the next generation like the Ten Desolate Starforges had.

Have the mighty Eightpart Pantheons ever suffered this kind of loss?! Tianming thought gleefully. No doubt, this was something that they absolutely couldn't tolerate, but to him, this was only the beginning.

"Yin Chen, focus all your attention on planning." He let Yin Chen take over the whole operation and focused on nothing but killing. Faced with the three thousand essences, he struck at them nonstop, destroying them with the power of Bai Ling and the chaos swordmaidens, extinguishing one essence with each strike!

"People are dying!" The devas defending the area finally panicked when they witnessed Tianming's mercilessness.