Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4291 - Aaaaaaah!

Only such aggressiveness could grant courage to these naturally timid followers. A single moment of hesitation would cause their spirit to crumble!

Tianming was merely showing them that when war became unavoidable, submission and compromise would only weaken them further until the day the enemy devoured them one bite at a time.

When they chose to bite back, there could be no turning into rabbits again.

“All forces! Take the enemy’s cosmic-god essences inside! First, to welcome our suffering brothers home! Second, to deliver these madmen their deserved retribution!” Li Tianzi declared coldly.

“Yes!” At least two-thirds of the army responded with passion, their hearts pounding. That alone proved that the cosmic gods of the Mu clan were not beyond saving.

“Wait!” Tianming suddenly interrupted. His gaze turned icy as he looked toward the furious Yueling Hong and the others. He added, “Retribution isn’t enough; we want a hundredfold payback! Simply making them suffer equally isn’t enough, is it?”

“Then, your suggestion?” Li Tianzi asked with a grin.

Tianming sneered. “I’ve got a way to make them wish for death every single moment to come!”

“Oh? Looks like we’re thinking the same thing,” Li Tianzi laughed.

“Then let’s double that hundredfold into two hundredfold!” Tianming said, smiling.

The two brothers’ coordination was seamless, and their thoughts aligned. Their followers watched in awe. This lighthearted banter amidst utter destruction made their faith soar even higher.

That was true dominance, conquering worlds with a laugh!

“Heh... keep digging your graves then!” Yueling Hong scoffed, clearly unaware of how dire his situation truly was. From what they knew of the Primospirit Ancestral Tree, being used briefly as nourishment was bearable. As long as reinforcements arrived in time, they could endure it.

“Bring them in!”

At Li Tianzi’s command, the 170 million enemy cosmic-god essences into the devastated Chaos Star Ruin. Only the lower layer remained intact. The upper layer had been completely shattered with countless middlekin astrons floating in the air which could also serve as nourishment for the Primospirit Ancestral Tree.

“Tianming, my brother...” Mu Qingqing was leading her clansmen to freedom, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing Tianming again, she knew well that at least seventy percent of the merit went to him. Her gratitude burned in her heart beyond words.

“Take your brother and everyone home first,” Tianming said.

“Mm... but what about you two?” Mu Qingqing asked, sensing the danger ahead.

“Not your concern,” Tianming replied curtly. Though his words were blunt and domineering, they had a strange power to reassure.

Mu Lang, still gravely injured and reduced to a cosmic-god essence, was stunned. When did the imperial son’s personality change so much?

Watching the captured Yueling Hong being escorted in, he asked softly, “Are the two imperial sons going to let them experience what we went through?”

“More or less,” Li Tianzi replied.

“Then... I’ll stay a while longer. I want to see it,” Mu Lang said quickly.

“No problem,” Tianming replied, then turned to the cosmic gods behind him. “Attach all cosmic-god essences to the roots! Especially those two old foggies, bind them to the main roots!”

“Yes, sir!” Nullity’s cosmic gods did as ordered, fixing the cosmic-god essences densely along the massive tree’s roots.

The Primospirit Ancestral Tree was incredibly resilient. Though many of its roots had been severed, it immediately began regenerating once it received new nourishment, glowing with renewed vitality.

Then came the first cries. The Yueling and violetblitzian cosmic gods, feeling their flesh stripped away for the first time, screamed in agony as though their nerves were being flayed alive.

Yet after the first wave of pain and humiliation, Yueling Hong sneered at Tianming. “That's all? You’d better be ready to die yourselves!”

“Yeah, if that’s all you’ve got, you might as well just kill us outright! But do you even dare?” Lin Rong barked defiantly. His agitation showed his worry that they would be used as mere hostages.

With those two taking the lead, the rest of the 170 million cosmic-god essences followed, shouting curses, trying to overwhelm the Nullity cosmic gods with their spiritual defiance.

“Let’s face it. You lot were doomed the moment you dared to rebel!” Yueling Hong laughed savagely.

“Hahahaha!” Countless voices erupted into wild laughter.

Hearing this, even the Nullity cosmic gods, Mu Lang among them, felt helpless rage and frustration. Their enemies were only suffering a brief moment of pain while they had endured years upon years of endless torment. The scale wasn’t even comparable.

And now, these bastards believed they would be rescued. If that happened, where would justice be? They couldn’t vent their fury at all.

Tianming kneaded his forehead and chuckled. “Seriously... don’t celebrate too soon.”

Then, taking a few steps back, he summoned a colossal Radix World Tree. Though it was much smaller than the Primospirit Ancestral Tree, the instant it appeared, the latter bowed in submission, trembling with fear.

Everyone was stunned.

“Xian Xian, tell this little sister to go all out and feast,” Tianming said with a grin.

“Can I eat people now?” Xian Xian’s eyes glittered.

“Just for today,” Tianming replied.

“Nice!” Countless black roots burst forth, stabbing into the Primospirit Ancestral Tree. The black tendrils spread deep within, completely parasitizing it!

Thick streams of four-colored mist flowed through the black roots, flowing straight toward the cosmic-god essences. When the Quadform Radixbreath entered the orbs, the screaming began.

“The meal hasn’t even started eating yet, but you’re already screaming?” Xian Xian sneered and then began her feast.

The cosmic-god essences spewed four-colored smoke as they shriveled and paled.

“Aaaaaaaah!” Even Yueling Hong and Lin Rong howled in sheer agony.

Every curse was replaced by screams.

“That’s all it takes?” Li Tianzi scoffed.

Then, another pitch-black Radix World Tree emerged and rooted itself into the Primospirit Ancestral Tree as well. Thick black smoke joined Xian Xian’s, converging toward the cosmic-god essences.

“Hey! You’re stealing my food!” Xian Xian shrieked.

“Heh.” The dark tree grunted in protest.

The two began competing fiercely.

The result was 170 million cosmic-god essences shrieking like slaughtered pigs, their cries unending.

Watching the scene, Mu Lang and his people finally wept tears of catharsis and release.

Tianming felt pure satisfaction.

He and Li Tianzi exchanged a glance.

“Next, take these hostages and guard the Violetmoon Fortress. Kill any who dares approach,” Li Tianzi ordered coldly.

“That’s your job,” Tianming replied. “I’ve got levels to grind.”

With that, he turned and strode away.