Beastmaster of the Ages

The power of the Flameyellow Bloodsoul was also part of the Flameyellow Coffin.

”What?” Meng Ying looked ferocious. The ephemeral world wonder shrank in front of him, turning into a white beam of light that attached itself to his sword. The instant his sword collided with the Thousand Foundation Divine Puppet’s blade, a terrifying force struck him. His astrons trembled and all twelve of his cosmic charts collapsed. Meng Ying slammed into the inner wall of the coffin so hard that there was a dent in his skull.

”How powerful!” Meng Ying turned pale, his heart skipping a beat.

”It’s too late for regret! I brought you in for a reason. Not even a ghost can escape my coffin!” Wudi snickered.

Meng Ying tried to enter the xenoworld, but failed. It shocked him even more than the Xiao Nu Gourd.

”DIE!”

His cosmic artifact perfectly complemented his wonder. Combined with the divine wonderians’ battle arts, Meng Ying’s moves were formidable and unpredictable while Wudi, who was weak in that aspect, relied on sheer strength alone.

The two men exchanged blows in the Flameyellow Coffin.

”These treasures are mine! Tian Jiu is also mine! They’re all mine! I must avenge my love! You’re all going to die! All of you must die!” Meng Ying screamed, his voice shrill and eyes blood red. Resisting Wudi’s relentless attacks, he forced the Thousand Foundation Divine Puppet back into the Flameyellow Bloodsoul with the power of the transformed ephemeral world wonder and a profound infinitum-class sword art. He roared, his face twisting in an ugly grimace that exposed his madness and rage.

”Yes! Everything’s yours, even my shit! Would you like a mouthful?” Despite being restrained by his opponent, Wudi wasn’t at all discouraged. He attacked the old man with all the youthful vitality he possessed.

”I can take all of it, but one fist from me and you’ll be crippled!” Wudi roared, his gaze cold.

The Thousand Foundation Divine Puppet struggled under the suppression of Meng Ying’s foundation fortress. Fortunately, that didn’t affect Wudi’s real body or he would have been crushed to death. Charging forward, the puppet slashed with the sword in his hand. The two were engaged in a fierce battle.

”Ahhh!” Meng Ying miserably screamed. His hair was an ugly mess, his clothes were torn, and his exposed flesh was covered in wounds. He looked just like a corpse. Although he relied on the embryo tanks in the Dreamchild to survive, it didn’t change the fact that he was at the end of his lifespan. He was the oldest one on the Sun, as well as the only one who was being punished by the heavens.

Meng Ying knew that if he continued fighting, his strength would be depleted and his body would collapse, so he desperately resisted Wudi’s attack, using his divine wonder to slam into the lid of the Flameyellow Coffin. The coffin violently shook but remained closed.

”Break! Break!” Meng Ying shouted like a madman as he repeatedly hit the lid. But it was no use!

”Are you scared now?” Wudi suddenly appeared behind Meng Ying with a wicked smile on his face.

”You!” As soon as he turned around, Meng Ying was greeted by Wudi’s face, which emanated a powerful, ancient aura. His heart violently pounded; it was hard to fight the growing fear and despair.

Just one glance from outside the Sun and he had almost lost his life to Tianming and the others. This time, all he had done was approach the Flameyellow Guard Formation....

His confidence shattered under Wudi’s ruthless attacks. Facing Wudi and the Thousand Foundation Divine Puppet, Meng Ying’s heart began faltering and he turned hysterical. ”Scram! Fuck off!” The madman put all his hopes on killing Wudi.

”Die!” he shrieked, dividing his cosmoforce into two parts and directing it toward his wonder and sword. The sword in his hand flashed in ever-changing moves. Divine wonderians had reached great heights when it came to sword arts.

Unfazed by Meng Ying, Wudi roared, using brute force to overwhelm the enemy’s tricky moves. His raised blade fell and the Flameyellow Bloodsoul splashed out. The power of the flameyellow divinities formed a black and gold sword wave that crushed the dying wonderian’s moves and drowned him in boundless power.

Meng Ying slammed into the wall of the coffin once more, flesh and blood splattering everywhere. The twelve cosmic charts behind him grew increasingly dim.

”Ahh! Ahh!” His eyes dripped blood. Like a drowning mortal, all he could do was scream. ”Li Tianming! Lin Xiaodao! Li Wudi!” he ferociously shouted.

”What?”

”You... will die horribly! You will!”

”Are those your last words? A majestic rex mundi like you should die with a little more dignity!” Wudi smirked. Although he laughed and laughed, his arms never stopped moving.

“The Sun’s got nothing to do with you or the wonderians! You’ve come all the way here to die! And you think you’re so powerful? But look at you now! You’re going to be slaughtered like a pig!” With his blade, Wudi chopped Meng Ying in two at the torso and astrons spurted out. As his cosmic charts dimmed further, his foundation fortress lost its splendor.

”Mister... Taihe will destroy all of you, every last creature on the Sun! Just you wait, hahaha....” Meng Ying’s severed body was still crazily screaming.

”So what? You won’t be around to watch it happen! You died for nothing! If you hadn’t jumped out like a fool and hid behind those people instead, you might’ve just gotten what you wanted. But instead, you lost both of your lives because you got greedy. Hahaha, I pity you!” Wudi snickered.

”You!” Meng Ying’s heart ached. Yes, his greed had ruined everything!

”Did you ever think about what’ll happen to the wonderians after you die? What about the Skydome Mundus?” Wudi laughed.

”AHHH!” Meng Ying felt even more anguish.

”You fought death for so many years, so you must fear it more than I! Sending you to hell is going to feel so good! I can already picture your face! Now die!” Wudi roared and swung his blade again.

Meng Ying’s heart, mind, and soul despaired. It was the end; he would disappear from this universe in a most ludicrous manner.