Beastmaster of the Ages

Nobody had spoken even a single word since Tianming’s battle had begun. His beheading of Luori Guiyang marked the moment the members of the Three Great Cults and the ambassadors from Starmoon Haven had started tearing their faces. All of them were enraged beyond belief, yet all they could do was breathe heavily as they watched the white-haired youth seemingly deliver slash after slash on their faces. The wrinkles and folds on their wrathful expressions almost seemed like sword cuts as well.

Before that, they had been glad about Long Qian’s apparent betrayal, gleefully awaiting the end of the trial. But little did they know that their good mood would completely shift before much time had even passed! When Luori Guiyang and the ninesun fienddragon had perished, the members of the Scorchmoon Cult had raised an indignant outcry. But when Xing Baizhan was killed while he was kneeling, the Wargod Cult lost it. The devas among them—being members of one of the Three Divine Races—couldn’t stand that kind of humiliation.

”Xing Baizhan... was killed!” Xing Daoyin and his two brothers had watched their next-generation ruler be slaughtered in the most humiliating fashion by Tianming. The slave faction had been behind the deaths of Xing Yue, Luori Guiyang, and even Xing Baizhan. But all the rage that had built up within the spectators simply couldn’t be released; and the more they tried to hold it back, the worse they felt.

”These so-called noble people can never accept losing to us. They won’t react nearly as poorly if they lost to anybody else, but not us!” Long Qian said. She was completely elated. The dragonoids around her were all trying to hide the excitement they felt when they saw the white-haired youth shine like the most brilliant star in the universe.

The flameyellow descendants had had their final doubts dispelled when they witnessed Tianming’s performance. ”The emperor really is our hope after all!” Their dreams had become reality. From the look in their resolute eyes, they were ready to wield the weapon that was Tianming to pave a path of blood for their liberation.

”The slave race is no more! Only Flameyellow remains!” The taboo name began burning within the hearts of the flameyellow descendants.

”Luori Guiyang!” cried a seventy-meter-tall beauty when the blonde-haired youth perished. She had a head of long, silver hair that stretched forty meters in length like a celestial waterfall. Clearly, her refined elegance suggested a noble birth. Like Xing Han, she was a noble from the Sundown Pantheon of Starmoon Haven.

There were three seventh-level overflowers within the Heavenly Dao Arena. Apart from the ruler of the Middlekin Star Ruin, Xing Daoyin, and Xing Han from Starmoon Haven, there was the silver-haired beauty, Luori Ying. If it weren’t for Luori Guiyang’s death, she wouldn’t have bothered making a public appearance in the Middlekin Star Ruin. However, she hadn’t thought that something like this would happen near the end of the trial.

”Jiang Linxi! You are responsible for Luori Guiyang’s death!” Luori Ying screeched, turning her silver eyes to glare accusations at the leader of the Scorchmoon Cult.

”Lady Ying... the eccentricity of Li Tianming has far exceeded any of our imaginations! Before the trial began, neither Mo Fan nor I ever thought that he could do all that!” Jiang Linxi said, anguished. It was a big deal for a fourth-level-overflower genius from Starmoon Haven to be killed by an insect that wasn’t even two meters tall.

”Luori Ying, there’s no point in getting mad now that Luori Guiyang is dead. The trial’s about to end soon, and Long Qian has already submitted to us. We’ll wait for her to take those three out and deal with the rest. Maybe we’ll gain something surprising from all this to make up for our losses!” Xing Han coldly said, expression not budging in the slightest.

”But... how can I bear to tell his parents what happened?!” Luori Ying said.

”They’re going to arrive soon. Once they see that little monster, they should understand that it was out of our control,” Xing Han said. He didn’t seem too bothered by how everything had turned out, unlike Mo Fan, Jiang Linxi, and Xing Daoyin.

The Three Great Cults have suffered a huge loss, including all of our young talents. We have to think of a way or we’ll lose our grasp on this Middlekin Star Ruin in the next generation. Even though it’s located in a rural part of the Upper Star Ruin, it’s still rife with resources! People will take it from us sooner or later! Xing Daoyin thought. After a long time of agonizing over the death of his son, he turned to Long Qian and said in a hoarse voice, ”Long Qian, it’ll be up to you!”

He looked at his younger brother, Xing Daoshan, who got the signal and moved the Mountain God to the top of the astral hole and descended into it. At the same time, Chen Chenchen and Mo Bufan also moved their respective ships toward the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb with the two million slaves in tow. Near the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, a purple flash exited the Heavenly Dao Arena and vanished.

”These two million slaves have to be transported to Li Tianming’s ship before the Heavenly Dao Arena disappears. That should be fine, right?” Jiang Linxi asked Luori Ying, who waved her away and ignored her.

”Thank you, Lady!” Jiang Linxi breathed a sigh of relief. At the very least, neither she nor Mo Fan would have to suffer heavenly punishment.

”By holding up the heavenly oath, we’ll be able to make the stinkbugs let their guard down and think they’ve won,” Mo Fan said.

”Once Long Qian subdues them, they’ll still be slaves at the end of the day! Do you hear the cheering? They think they’ve won! They’ve tasted hope for the first time,” Jiang Linxi said.

”Haha, what a bunch of pitiful insects,” Mo Fan sneered, shaking his head.

Within the Cosmic God Palace, nobody other than Tianming’s group still lived; the heavenly oath’s results were fixed in stone. As agreed, the two million flameyellow descendants were transported from the Dawnlight and Extraordinary into the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb, finally safe and secure. Long Qian kept her head low through the proceedings. The dragonoids around her seemed rather down, whereas the liberated slaves were filled with tears of joy. At the very least, Jiang Linxi and Mo Fan seemed satisfied that nothing fishy was going on.

”Remind Long Qian to celebrate! Make sure that the brats don’t sense anything amiss from all this!” Xing Daoyin said.

”Yes!”

Long Qian and the dragonoids ’had no choice’ but to feign celebratory smiles. Or rather, they could finally drop the act! All of them knew what was going to happen next. However, the communication between them took place entirely through omnisentient threads. Nobody needed to say anything for Tianming to know what was going on, just like the five million from the Three Great Cults wouldn’t say a word when Tianming and the rest left the Cosmic God Palace.

”Will Long Qian be able to take down those stinkbugs?” Luori Ying asked Jiang Linxi.