Beastmaster of the Ages

Chapter 2969 – Where He Goes, It’s a Bloody Slaughter

“You can insult me, but you can’t insult the divine wonderian race!” Fengqing Youyun raised his head, extremely agitated.

“You’re wrong. I insulted the wonderians, and I’m killing the wonderians! You wonderians are the most disgusting and incompetent race in the astralscape!” Tianming sneered. As he laughed, he moved forward, killing the senior experts of the Fengqing Clan with sword in hand. Whether they were two thousand years old or five thousand years old, they all turned into brilliant fireworks amidst miserable screams.

“Ah….” Fengqing Youyun covered his neck, trembling, unable to stop the fear. He wanted to turn around and escape, but the ridiculous pride of his clan made him stiff. He felt that facing Tianming was the only way to uphold his identity.

In the end, when all the people around him were dead, Tianming arrived in front of him. He didn’t kill him with a sword. Instead, he directly extended his black arm and grabbed Fengqing Youyun’s neck. It was like he was holding a little chicken, lifting him in mid-air and letting him struggle in his control.

“You! You!” Fengqing Youyun couldn’t bear this humiliation. He grit his teeth and widened his eyes, wanting to resist, wanting to curse. However, in the next moment, the endless lightning from Tianming’s right arm directly electrocuted him, leaving him foaming at the mouth, paralyzed and convulsing.

“Ah ah ah ah—” Fengqing Youyun’s screams weren’t particularly loud on the battlefield, but because of his special status, many wonderians considered him a pillar.

“Fengqing Youyun!” He was the last hope of the Fengqing Clan.

With Fengqing Youyun lifted by Tianming in front of everyone, Tianming loudly declared to all the fleeing wonderians, “Today is the birth of my Tianming Dynasty! When the sacred dynasty is established, by right, there should be a general amnesty, but I don’t want to do that! We’ve endured too much suffering until now. There must be some despicable people’s bones to pave the way for my dynasty’s rise! And you wonderians are those despicable people! Beginning with Fengqing Youyun, I’ll kill you all, leaving none behind! From now on, let the myriad races of the astralscape see who dares to profane the lives of my citizens!”

When Tianming uttered the final word, the most outstanding offspring of Meng Ying suddenly turned into ashes, annihilated on the spot. That included his cosmic charts, which were directly destroyed by the divine powers of Ying Huo and Meow Meow.

Fengqing Youyun was deader than dead.

That meant that Fengqing Youmeng, who was still locked in the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, had no hope. Moreover, the senior members of the Fengqing Clan had basically all been killed by Tianming already. It led to the remaining wonderians becoming even more leaderless, more collapsed, more desperate, and more tragic.

“Continue killing!” Tianming didn’t stop for a moment. He transformed into a true god of slaughter.

The battlefield continued expanding as the fleeing wonderian members scattered everywhere, extending to half of the Sun and dragging things out for a long time.

In the Flameyellow Guard Formation, the astral gods who couldn’t break out fell down with wailing cries and were dismembered again. For them, this place they had finally entered had become their purgatory. They had no chance to do anything but die.

They completely mentally collapsed.

In the end, they gathered tens of thousands of people, and in front of Tianming, they knelt down, crying and begging him to spare their lives, and promised to submit to the Tianming Dynasty. They swore to surrender the Skydome Mundus to the Infinitum Mundus, and even help Tianming resist Yi Daiyan.

But Tianming’s response was short and succinct: Kill!

He didn’t need the wonderians as allies, because once he fell from power, those so-called ‘allies’ would undoubtedly come to take his life at the first opportunity.

“People like you should be completely killed!”

The two million wonderians continued perishing. As their numbers dwindled, they died faster and faster. Before long, under Tianming’s lead, a million wonderians had miserably died. In fact, considering that each wonderian was actually a couple, there were two million corpses.

Among them, Tianming alone killed more than ten thousand pairs of wonderians. The people of the Sun provided him with a continuous source of power, enabling him to continue his killing spree. What was even more terrifying was that the power of the masses had a healing effect. In the midst of battle, Tianming’s damaged body kept regenerating, while his radix liver continuously gave birth to new astrons to replace the dead ones. That allowed Tianming and the rest to continuously evolve and improve.

Killing a million didn’t make him stop. He continued to kill. Without Yin Chen, the efficiency was slightly lower. Some strong wonderians managed to escape through the Flameyellow Guard Formation.

But it didn’t matter.

What Tianming truly wanted was to make the neighboring Skydome Mundus dread him like a nightmare, so that they would never have the strength and courage to set foot in the Infinitum Mundus again in their lifetimes. Only by thoroughly intimidating and terrifying them could he achieve that.

Therefore, he was utterly tireless. With his hands rising and swords falling, where he went, it was a bloody slaughter.

“Die! Die!” The fusion of Tianming and his beasts became increasingly perfect. They handed over their cosmoforce and physical power to Tianming to wield, while Tianming confidently allowed them to use various divine abilities and methods to clear the way, sweep, control, and assist him!

They were a perfect combat unit. Lifebound beasts, totems, wonders, physical prowess… they were top notch in every aspect. And they were definitely unique throughout the astralscape. Tianming’s only weakness was the vita in his brain.

Less than a million wonderians remained, all of them in miserable despair, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves. Tianming had given them a nightmare that they would probably never forget in their lifetime. In the future, it would be absolutely terrifying to talk about.

That was the effect Tianming wanted.

“Continue killing!” Under his lead, after experiencing this battle, the strength of the Sun’s denizens had also greatly improved. All the powerhouses on the Sun were ceaselessly improving.

The wonderians became fewer and fewer, their extinction already predetermined.

Many people advised Tianming to rest for a while, seeing that he had been injured before, but he basically didn’t listen. The fact that Feiling had been forced to undergo her third Perpetual Nirvana made him see red, and he needed to vent.

During the slaughter, every once in a while, he would look up at the golden crystal star in the Upper Star Ruins. As long as he saw it still shining, he would feel a little more at ease.

Perhaps looking up would be his subconscious action until he encountered her again.

And from this moment on, she was no longer just her; but maybe even them.

Tianming had more to protect than before.