Beastmaster of the Ages

The Tian Jiu Cult’s pope’s words were accompanied by endless dark clouds that covered the Grand Jiang. A mighty powerhouse that ranked top three in the Primordial Sands was personally taking action against an inconceivable youth not yet five hundred years old.

Even now, no one understood the source of Tianming’s explosive increase in strength...

“A short-term power spike definitely has a price. His power will shortly wane!” Granny Pu, as the so-called great wise elder and the voice of reason, made a reasonable and convincing judgment.

“They say the pope had not acted in a long time. The last time he fought was ten thousand years ago against Empress Xia. I heard that the fight had no clear victor...” Meng Xinlan gazed at the pope, her eyes full of awe.

“If there had been a victor, then the Grand Xia would no longer have the Tian Jiu Cult.” Feng Buhuo looked proudly toward Lord Yue. “If it really came down to a fight, Lord Yue, the only primalwinger of the three apex experts, might have a chance of winning!”

“Of course!” Although the Tian Jiu Cult’s pope had declared he would attack Tianming, Feng Buhuo had somehow led the Grand Jiang into collectively praising Lord Yue.

As for the ninety million Tian Jiu Cult troops advancing toward the golden crystal star, many of the Kunlan primalwingers simply did not care. They had already mentally written off the ancestor. Even now, after being shocked twice, they still did not believe Tianming could protect the ancestor.

“Everyone must remember this! Every action the Tian Jiu Cult takes is meant to force us out. We must never fall for their scheme!” As the pope and army charged toward Tianming, Granny Pu shrieked shrilly, nearly sobbing, making the younger generations hear this old woman’s tragic lament.

“Yes!”

Being able to make cowardice sound heroic was also a skill unto itself.

It was one thing not to protect the ancestor. But it was another thing to remain completely indifferent while the ancestor faced encirclement from ninety million cosmic gods swarming like ants.

“Alas...” Jiang Tianzhou looked around. Among these tens of millions of primalwingers, only one-third at most truly felt as grief-stricken as he did at this moment, and most of those bore the Jiang surname.

“If he can still turn the tide, I will definitely gamble everything on him in the future!” In that instant, Jiang Tianzhou made a decision. Throughout this, he and his fellows had been looking at Tianming with infinitely hopeful eyes.

“A single astralship and artificially boosted power has no hope before the pope and ninety million cosmic gods,” Feng Buhuo said gleefully.

“It’s like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!” Granny Pu gave a hoarse laugh.

“At least a mantis can run if it wanted to, and the chariot might not be able to hit it...” Meng Xinlan shook her head at Tianming. She knew very well why he still persisted. Clearly, it was all an act meant to lure the Grand Jiang out.

“All troops hold the line! Not one step out!”

At this moment, Lord Yue issued a solemn and majestic decree, snuffing out everyone’s battle intent, forcing countless Jiang clan cosmic gods to weep bitterly.

Tianming captured all of this with his own eyes, including cold-hearted figures: Lord Yue, Granny Pu, and Feng Buhuo.

“Tian Jiu! Tian Jiu!” The army shouted passionately as they surged forward to engulf him. Even if it was fake or an act, they were still performing their roles well.

The sense of oppression from ninety million cosmic gods and their wonders manifesting was enough to shake anyone’s heart. The pope’s mocking attitude and his attitude of having everything under control, was also quite unpleasant. It was unimaginable how much pressure Tianming faced at this moment.

Yet his expression remained calm, even tinged with warmth.

Tianming stood tall and proud. He turned back toward the golden crystal star and smiled. “Ling’er, take a good look. This is what they call an overprotective husband!”

Since he had come here, how could he let anyone so much as touch her?

“Xi Xi, don’t be afraid.” Tianming touched his chest, where a gray eye was transforming into eighteen hell-rings.

“So many people...” Xi Xi said weakly, still afraid.

“Then let them see clearly that we have even more! With you here, we’re the true kings when it comes to numbers!”

“I get it!” Xi Xi nodded.

Together, Tianming and her directed Xi Hwa hell source and omnisentient power into the Xi Hwa Gate, opening the wheels to their limit. Tianming raised his voice and roared, “Ghouls, come!”

The eightfold hell-ring opened!

Xi Xi had once said that ghouls summoned before would come faster the next time. Last time, Tianming had summoned a billion-strong ghoul legion, over ten times the number of the Tian Jiu Cult.

A torrent of gray-black smoke spewed from his chest. The power was like a detonated fusion formation, quickly spilling into the starry sky. It had already formed a billowing fog hundreds of millions of meters wide, which was still rapidly spreading.

“What’s happening to him?”

“Did he self-destruct?”

On the side of the Grand Jiang, many were commenting as if they were watching a comedy.

“What’s that?”

But the Tian Jiu Cult’s pope and army could feel the ferocity and brutality of the hell source. They stopped in their tracks, watching warily.

“What trick is he pulling now?”

Mo Lingji, already shocked twice, could not keep her heart steady. She subconsciously felt a chill down her spine.

“Hm?” The pope’s gaze pierced the fog, and his face suddenly changed!

“RETREAT!” His expression turned abruptly grave as he commanded.

The next moment, billions of ghouls loudly made their presence known. The ocean of billowing mist expanded ten thousand times more, covering an area more than ten times larger than the Tian Jiu Cult’s army.

The unignorable wails and savage auras rendered the entire starry sky utterly silent in an instant.

“What the hell is it this time?” Granny Pu suddenly felt a sense of ominous dread in her heart.