Beastmaster of the Ages

Zhantian Feng violently backed off, his face twitching at the sight of ash in Tianming’s hand. All of a sudden, his face tore as three heads and six arms manifested! His shark-like teeth and white worm eyes that covered his entire body down to his tongue were the very epitome of disgust. The two starkly contrasted against the gray backdrop of the Feng Capital Ghoul’s ruins.

The twofold hell-ring on Zhantian Feng’s chest began rapidly rotating, causing an aura of death to leak out. A pitch-black spinwheel ghoul squeezed out of the ring and locked its dark eyes on Tianming, revealing its long, greedy tongue.

”Lifelink!” Tianming said.

”Do you think you’re worth it?” Zhantian Feng said, sinisterly smiling. Right as he finished speaking, black and white lightning flashed and Tianming’s foot stomped into his face.

One of his faces caved in, spilling chunks of flesh and blood. He slammed through many walls, flying thirty thousand matters out of the Feng Capital Ghoul!

”Agh!” Zhantian Feng spat out tens of sharp teeth into the empty space around him. ”How’s he that strong?!”

His mind was completely blank. Even the spinwheel ghoul near his chest was stunned! With another flash of lightning, Tianming appeared before him, his black-and-gold robes and white hair fluttering. The bloody veins in his eyes were even clearer than before, each resembling a bloody dragon, containing the wrathful will of tens of millions of flameyellow descendants.

”Lifelink!” While Zhantian Feng didn’t understand what made Tianming so terrifying, he quickly reacted and used his strongest techniques. At the same time, he turned to the Ninesun and yelled, ”Yanri Shuang, something’s weird about him! Come help!”

He completely fused with his spinwheel ghoul, causing his twofold hell-ring to shut tight. Black and gray clashed as the ghoul and astral god’s energies fused. Many snake patterns formed across his expanding body and death energy poured out of him as the six eyes on his three heads were flooded by black mist.

Six imperial-class cosmic artifacts appeared in his hands. His lower arms both carried blades, his middle arms carried a lance and a halberd, and his upper arms wielded a bow and arrow! It was the perfect fighting form of a genius deva, which would most likely give him an edge against foes of the same level. That was why Yanri Shuang wouldn’t be able to defeat him.

”He’s lifelinked!” Bai Ye said.

”Then let’s go in for the kill!” Tianming said with a cold tone. The next instant, he appeared above Zhantian Feng. ”A genius of five hundred years old, huh?”

A white fog rose from Tianming and sank into Zhantian Feng’s body, causing his eyes to snap open.

”You’re nothing but a target!” Tianming swung his sword down. It looked like a simple slash, yet it carried the wrath of thirty million people and beasts. How much power had he been channeling in that swing? He would even be able to fight ninth-level overflowers! As the sword descended, a sword flash that looked like a burning galaxy pierced through thousands of meters ahead, tracing a line from Zhantian Feng’s head all the way to the bottom.

”What?!” All Zhantian Feng could do was remain stunned in that moment. His soul had been completely swarmed by the hypercharged Bai Ye, leaving not a single spiritform astron remaining and his hundred-meter-tall lifelinked body turned into stardust.

”It can’t be....” Zhantian Feng simply couldn’t comprehend it as his body began scattering. It was one thing for a puny foundationeer to defeat first- or second-level overflowers in the Cosmic God Palace, but how could an eighth-level overflower like him lose to Tianming in a single exchange? That feat should only be possible for cosmic gods!

There was no way that his conventional worldview could hold up against the combined power of the flameyellow descendants and the Primordial-God Emperor’s power. With Zhantian Feng dead, the spinwheel ghoul was the sole surviving entity in the empty void of space, having nowhere else to go. Its hell-ring was gone.

Then a large dead-fish eye appeared on Tianming’s chest and sucked the spinwheel ghoul into it as it screamed and struggled to escape, all to no avail. It was turned into a second marking on the gray coffin in his lifebound space.

Just like that, Zhantian Feng had perished to a single sword strike at the hands of the invincible Galactic Tyrant, the avenging weapon that the flameyellow descendants wielded! The one who had delivered the killing blow wasn’t Tianming alone, but the combined wrath of all thirty million of them. Even though Tianming still had to cultivate step by step to raise his level, the power of the Primordial God-Emperor had given him limitless possibilities.

”Phew....” He took a deep breath after having vented just a tiny bit of all that pent-up rage. There was a lot more where that came from. ”Just you wait, Eightpart Pantheons, Heavenly Dao.... At the end of the day, this power isn’t my own. I still have to grow stronger to be able to defeat eighth-level overflowers with my own power, but I can at least embark on the next step with this borrowed power.”

Tianming turned to the Ninesun and saw the stunning beauty looking back at him with an expression of fear and respect. She slowly prostrated herself, eyes still filled with disbelief. Her entire body shook nonstop.

”What are you scared of? It’s not like you’ll die,” Tianming said.

”I’m worried about the deaths of my family! That’s why I’m willing to help you capture them. As long as you’re willing to control them, please spare them!” Yanri Shuang said.

”Are you that worried about your family? They’re cosmic gods, you know.”

”You’re even more terrifying! Your strength must have something to do with the sla—no, I mean the numbers of your kind! There’s billions of your kind in the Midsky Tristars....” Her voice shook at the mere mention of that number.

”So you’ve figured it out. Smart girl. If any of my foes figured it out, they’d die. But you won’t.”

The whole time, Yanri Shuang hadn’t dared to raise her head. ”Yes! Yes....” Tears began flowing from her golden eyes.

”But I’ll still kill your family!” Tianming said all of a sudden.

”Why?”

”It’s simple, really. I only have four infant souls left, which I have to use for combat.” It was an unwinnable argument. Tianming turned back to the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. ”Let’s go back to the Middlekin Star Ruin.”

”For what?”

”To claim middlekin stars!” He wasn’t going to rob them—he was just going to claim them.