Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4310 - Slaughtering A Chicken!

“Li Tianming!”

The colossal, 20,000-meter tall Yueling Gen was no match for the combined power of the decapath era godsword, Bai Ling, and the chaos swordmaidens. Channeling these powers, the Grand Orient Sword brutally ripped him apart.

Yueling Gen initially showed no fear and was about to call for help, but in the very next instant, the overwhelming power of Woldsplitter Thrice Divine drove the Grand-Orient Sword’s destructive energy into his middlekin astrons. Bai Ling’s numerous infant souls entered and ravaged his primocosmic soul. The seemingly simple sword strike concealed a far more intricate, multi-layered attack compared to Lingfeng's single blow.

“You!!!” Yue Linggen finally felt a tremor of fear, but it was too late.

“On this battlefield, your strength is useless against me. But killing you is as easy as slaughtering a chicken.” Tianming's voice carried a brutal edge.

Unlike Yueling Starcage, with whom he was fundamentally opposed, he and Nullity at least shared common interests. Not only did they refuse to apologize when their disgraceful acts were exposed, but they had the audacity to bring the Adjudicator to pressure them?

Instead of backing down, Li Muyang gave Tianming free rein this time. And if he were to act, he would show no mercy! Were they still acting tough? Then he would beat them until he submitted!

With this violent blow, yet another quasi-imperator met his desperate end. At this point, the losses incurred by Yueling Starcage had surpassed the value of all their gains from the Primospirit Ancestral Tree throughout the years.

Two imperial sons dead!

"This is just the beginning."

With his devastating, earth-shattering power, Tianming took on more than a billion heavencosmic gods in a display of force that left his opponents unimaginably stunned. They were aware of his strength, but never imagined it would be this extreme.

"Yueling Gen, the seventh imperial son, has been slaughtered by Li Tianming!"

The heavencosmic gods who witnessed this screamed in anguish. The horrific news rapidly spread through the chaos, reaching even the spectators outside. Reeling from the news of the eighth imperial son’s demise, the arrogant and overbearing Yueling cosmic gods, still in denial, suffered yet another blow.

"That’s impossible..." Many Yueling cosmic gods wore foul expressions, turning an unnatural hue.

"We still have Imperator Ji!"

Instantly, the surrounding cosmic gods all fixed their eyes on Imperator Ji, their faces grim. Yueling Zhao's twisted, sorrowful face sent a chill down their spines as the horrific reality of the seventh imperial son’s death sunk in.

"Yueling Starcage has suffered a heavy loss this time."

"They brought this upon themselves! They’re so shameless and overbearing. What they did with the Primospirit Ancestral Tree was disgusting. They should’ve just apologized when the two imperial sons retaliated, but instead, Yueling Xiao’s trying to use this to force Nullity into handing over the imperial son as a hostage!"

"That’s true, they deserve it."

"They’ve had many experts over the years, so they've gotten way too full of themselves."

"The imperial son, Li Tianming, is seriously terrifying. But I feel like he’s taught them a solid lesson, so it’s probably time to wrap things up, right? After all, Yueling Starcage isn’t to be trifled with and they’ll see one another all the time.”

"How can they stop? The bet was set up by the Adjudicator, so there has to be a winner. Can both sides just back off? If they do, what about the Primospirit Ancestral Tree? That old man Yueling Hong is still being drained!”

"If the bet's called off, that means war."

Far from the anticipated crushing victory for the Violetblitz and Yueling Starcage, the situation had exploded to an unbelievable point. Spectators from the other starcages were utterly stunned. To the bystanders, it was plain to see that Yueling Starcage had lost prestige while Nullity inevitably gained ground.

As one falls, the other rises.

"Look, Imperator Ji has lost two sons, but can’t do anything about it."

"She can't exactly tell the Adjudicator they’re forfeiting, can she? She'll have to bear children for Li Tianming!"

"The four imperatores are just too selective. They haven't found a single suitable person in the entire Realm of Chaos, which is why they resorted to this unconventional method of passing on their bloodline. If they lose this bet, things are gonna get really interesting."

In fact, the bystanders were actually rooting for Nullity to win. They were all keen to see this wild situation unfold.

"With the seventh imperial son dead, Violetblitz and Yueling Starcage must be absolutely furious. They’re definitely not backing down."

"They're probably going to take out the imperial son’s ghouls, then drain the skypole stars, and slowly kill him off!"

"It's the only way they can win the bet."

Now that two imperial sons were dead, the situation escalated into a battle to the bitter end. Under the command of the remaining six Yueling imperial sons, the billion-strong heavencosmic army quickly settled on a clear goal—ignore Tianming and wipe out the ghouls first. They were now seeing this as a battle of equals.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the ensuing battle, the ghouls only outnumbered the heavencosmic army five to one, which piled on the pressure. Numerous ghouls were destroyed by the valiant Violetblitz and Yueling cosmic gods.

"Eliminate the ghouls first, then destroy the skypole stars, and he's finished!"

Having found their direction, the enemy fought with increasing ferocity, which actually started to put some pressure on Tianming. However, he wasn't anxious at all as the chaos created by the ghoul army was all he needed.

Tianming surveyed the brutal battlefield through the smoke and dust.

"You still haven't figured out how to team up and hide from me? Excellent, I’ll just kill another one!” He sneered, snapping his head toward a specific point.

"Two imperial princes dead, yet they still dared to fight back? What happens after three or four are gone?"

Through Yin Chen's eyes, he locked onto a target and materialized directly in front of a 28,000-meter-tall fiery cosmic god. His body resembled crystal lava, surging with flames. In combat, he became a fleshless fire demon, spewing flames like a sea of fiery stars—a maelstrom of pure chaos radiating extreme, blistering heat.

"It’s your turn, Yueling Li." Tianming's black and gold eyes coldly stared at him.

He expected Yueling Li to flee or call for backup in this dangerous situation. Unexpectedly, the man merely glared at him and launched into a furious assault.

Yueling Li was a third-level primocosmic god, a full stage above Tianming. In a single motion, a sea of fire spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers swept towards Tianming, swallowing him whole like a molten furnace.

"You deserve to die, you little brat!"

Yueling Li was a powerhouse of courage and might, and his strength easily eclipsed Tianming's. He immediately launched a barrage of attacks that shook the skypole stars. A void-class cosmic relic appeared in his hand—a flaming sword wheel consisting of ten swords. He spun the wheel, creating a vortex of fire and wind that instantly burned any ghoul it touched to ash.