Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 4359 - The White Goddess of Slaughter

Ten thousand majestic Virtue Pantheon cosmic gods stood tall, laughing amongst themselves. It never crossed their minds that these slaves would not only seize a fortuna-class nova source but also launch a preemptive attack.

"They're desperate!"

"That's perfect! No need for the backup formation core. We'll just wipe out these rats!"

"Look alive, brothers! They’re throwing themselves at us like eggs against a rock!"

"Haha!"

These cosmic gods were elite specters bearing beast-faced tattoos, resembling lifebound beasts. With cosmic arts to complement their powerful physical forms and devastating abilities, they were truly omnipotent.

Leaving the backup cores behind, ten thousand cosmic gods swooped down in unison. In their eyes, only the flameyellow cosmic gods mattered. The two million overflowers were nothing but flies buzzing on their prey—mildly annoying in large numbers, but utterly incapable of harming them.

The difference between a cosmic god and an astral god was absolute. Their evolution represented a shift in existence as vast as the chasm between heaven and earth. For them, it was dozens against one. What reason did they have to fear?

"What's the hurry? We finally have some toys to play with, don't ruin the fun so soon!" Towering five hundred meters was the black cosmic god, Gui Daoyuan, who previously oversaw the activation of the backup formation core. He was delighted that the rats had crawled out of their hole.

His gaze snapped to Long Moyu. Eyes gleaming, he turned to speak to the person beside him. "I hear they actually shattered their heavenly shackles. I suppose that means they aren't filthy anymore, and won't stain us with their foul luck."

"What are you trying to say, Sacred Lord?" A specter chuckled.

"Take your time. I'm going to have a private exchange with their commander," said Gui Daoyuan.

"Sacred Lord, you really are wicked!" The specter's attention turned to Long Moyu.

"How have I not noticed this before? These filthy creatures are actually quite interesting." The words had barely left his lips before Gui Daoyuan lunged straight for Long Moyu. He was at the fifth-level Microcosmic stage, while Long Moyu was merely at the third-level.

"Flameyellow divinities? Generations of slavery have stripped your race's soul and blood. All that flows in your veins now is the cheap blood earned through endless kneeling, groveling, and begging for mercy. Yet here you are, proud of that tainted blood, ready to die for it? How truly laughable!" Gui Daoyuan appeared before Long Moyu with a disdainful sneer.

Plunging her sword through the torso of a specter of the same cultivation level, Long Moyu cast a freezing glare at Gui Daoyuan and charged without a word. The white dragon to her right unleashed its ability, exhaling white flames that instantly formed a cage around Gui Daoyuan.

"You overestimate your capabilities!" Gui Daoyuan sneered, and a black spear appeared in his hand. His flesh crackled with raw power as he shot toward Long Moyu. The two collided violently in the center of the battlefield as starlight illuminated the entire area. Only upon making contact did Gui Daoyuan come to a realization, leaving him utterly astonished.

She's two whole levels below me, and yet so strong!

What constituted a true foundation? Who was the true number one race of the cosmos? In that instant, Gui Daoyuan was dumbstruck.

Across from him, Long Moyu’s gaze burned with a terrifying resolve. Fearless and relentless, she completely cast aside defense for all-out attack. Locking onto Gui Daoyuan, she raised her sword and coldly said, "The emperor is right. On fair ground, Flameyellow is the undisputed supreme race in the cosmos!"

This single sentence unleashed the entirety of her ironclad conviction. The emperor's image surfaced in her mind's eye. Despite never meeting him face-to-face, he had become the sun of her world, his light illuminating every fiber of her flesh and blood. The moment she raised her sword, she could even sense the emperor merging with her very being. Right then, an endless sea of white mist exploded from Long Moyu’s body. A flash of blinding light shot outward, carrying a devastating wave of soul power!

"Your Majesty!" Long Moyu's eyes welled up with tears. She looked down as the soul power of every single flameyellow descendant in Darkjade Haven poured straight into her body. Instantly, her sword, her lifebound beast, and her entire existence skyrocketed to an unprecedented pinnacle of strength.

The emperor had returned! Not only had he returned, but he had also endowed her with the collective will of every single flameyellow descendant within this fortuna-class world. Though she was clearly no soul cultivator, in this exact moment, she resembled a heaven-defying soul assassin. Her sword, now fused seamlessly with her totems, almost mirrored the Grand-Orient Sword enhanced with Bai Ling!

"Kill him!" A deafening, majestic voice reverberated across Long Moyu's spiritual world.

"Yes!!" Long Moyu roared. Mounted on the white dragon, she charged Gui Daoyuan and unleashed the full fury of her ability and blade.

Dumbfounded, Gui Daoyuan could only stare at the infinite white light and overwhelming soul power radiating from Long Moyu. "What's this?"

The instant the white dragon unleashed its scorching white flames upon him, his soul was utterly obliterated, ending his life in a single breath. Long Moyu’s sword cleaved through the air directly behind him, and over a hundred specters were annihilated, their souls reduced to nothingness. Their intact corpses rained down toward Darkjade Haven.

"Moyu!" The flameyellow descendants looked on with wide eyes, consumed by a wave of overwhelming joy.

What terrifying power!

"The emperor has returned!" Countless flameyellow descendants wept uncontrollably, while the mocking sneers of the specters completely froze.

"Kill!" Long Moyu’s earth-shattering roar marked the first battle of the Upper Star Ruin's flameyellow descendants against the Eightpart Pantheons' cosmic gods.