Beastmaster of the Ages

They were the centumworld fiendwings.

Viewed as the most immoral factions of the Eightpart Pantheons, the ashuras and Sin Pantheon were also the most ruthless towards the flameyellow descendants.

Surging with killing intent, Mushan Feng tore through the air on a black dragon with a ten-thousand-meter-long spear, his eyes like blazing coals. His lifebound beast, the primordial starvore dragon, originated from the flameyellow voidkin’s apex bloodline. Though it had once produced the Flameyellow Imperator, it had been buried in the ancestral world until now.

It was an 89-crest beast, possessing 89 times the power of Mushan Feng. Without his 90-fold simulacrum, Mushan Feng would be as useless before the primordial starvore dragon as the Sundown Pantheon. The power of the dualgod bloodline was fully demonstrated at this moment. It was perfect, without weakness, unlike the other races.

When enemies meet, hatred festers!

”Defeat him and we may survive!” An Shen roared at Goat Saint.

”Got it! Send your warbeasts, I’ll keep him busy!” Goat Saint bellowed, beating his centumworld fiendwings. His ten-thousand-meter form whipped up a dark storm as he tore through the air and charged towards Mu Shanfeng. A black tide of phantom starworms and halcyon skydragons swelled at his side, like hungry, gaping maws all snapping at once for Mushan Feng.

Two blinding beams of light erupted from Mushan Feng’s eyes.

”Ancestors above, today I drink the blood of our enemies and assist the emperor in forging Flameyellows’s path of revival!”

Spear in one hand and mount in the other, Mushan Feng thundered forward. The primordial starvore dragon’s black scales formed spinning vortices that engulfed the surrounding starlight and nova source, plunging most of the battlefield into darkness. Not even Sovereign Yu possessed a lifebound beast of such superior bloodline.

”King Feng! King Feng!” The Flameyellow army advanced relentlessly, shouting Mushan Feng’s name as their fighting spirit blazed high. They paid no attention to Mushan Feng’s fight and single-mindedly carried out their mission, slaughtering their targets.

Behind them, the clash between Mushan Feng and the two marshals unleashed a cosmic storm, plunging the battlefield into a massive vortex. From the swirling, fractured starlight came the anguished roars of cosmic godbeasts.

The battle was nothing short of explosive!

Although Tianming’s participation would have ensured a swifter victory, he understood that some forms of vengeance had to be carried out by themselves. Mushan Feng needed this victory to convince the flameyellow voidkin to leave the Ancestral Void Realm for the imperial star. So he chose to assist Granny Yin instead. It was essential to establish a relationship with this new subordinate.

Granny Yin was a unique breed of devas. When Tianming reached her position, he found that her ten-thousand-meter form had been replaced by a boiling ocean. She was liquid yet hard as steel. Just as Tianming had expected, the marshal possessed incredible combat power.

Her opponent was also a specter, the Virtue Pantheon’s Wild Saint. The renowned Wild Saint was a human-beast hybrid with 83 energy constructs, which gave him remarkable agility. Even so, he was completely outmatched by Granny Yin despite being at the same cultivation level. The glaring disparity in their strength made it clear; between the two specter races, the devas completely dominated the Virtue Pantheon.

”You don’t need my help, do you?” Tianming chuckled.

”No!” Granny Yin roared.

”So I’ll go?” Tianming smirked.

”Give me back my ghoul so I can kill this bastard!” Granny Yin roared.

”Your ghoul?” Tianming let out a laugh. ”Summon it with your hell-ring.”

In response to his words, a shudder passed through Granny Yin. Somewhere on her liquid body, a hell-ring activated and a dull, yellow torrent surged out. It was actually a liquid-state ghoul!

”Listen up! Activate your hell-rings!” Granny Yin shouted in delight.

All 200 million devas erupted in elation. They could finally be themselves again! Tianming had lifted the seal.

”Kill!”

As their strength swelled, the devas locked the Virtue Pantheon in a pincer attack. Old hatreds and new resentments flared, igniting a bloody rampage.

Seeing this, Tianming’s expression eased. He joined Lord Yue and the pope in battle, capturing Sovereign Yu and Empress Yin together. With the fall of their marshals, Starfall and Sundown lost all will to fight. Now that their attempt to break the siege had failed, they could only cry in despair and wait for death to come.

”We surrender!”

”We surrender like the devas!”

Afraid to resist, they fell to their knees in despair.

”Kill them all! There’s no place for idlers in the Primordial Sands,” Tianming said coldly. He wasn’t cruel, but he lacked the means to control Starfall and Sundown. He couldn’t risk taking in dangerous prisoners.

His command terrified the five factions.

Stained with the blood of battle, a smiling Mushan Feng approached Tianming from the center, with two cosmic-god essences in his hand. He alone killed both of them.

At this moment, reports of victory arrived. From his elevated position, Tianming surveyed the battlefield.

”Excluding the devas’ 200 million troops, almost all cosmic gods of the Eightpart Pantheons have been annihilated!”