Beastmaster of the Ages

The events of the day could be summed up in one word: speed.

The armies of the three pantheons attacked fast.

Tianming’s furious execution of six billion vanguard troops was also fast.

The three imperatores’ ambush was even faster. It was so fast that many people hadn’t even noticed their arrival.

And finally, the disappearance of the crimson curse from Tianming’s body was also absurdly fast...

Blink and it was all over.

Imperatores Yinne and Ming had front row seats of how Tianming swallowed the Ashuran Ancestral Curse. Their eyes widened, and they made choking sounds as they couldn’t get a word out.

“The Ashuran Ancestral Curse...” The two imperatores were in utter turmoil. They had dared to gamble together with Imperator Mo as they knew how terrifying that curse was.

It was one thing if Tianming broke the curse after exhausting everything and spent tens of thousands of years. But how could it fail to hold for even an instant?

What the hell was the point of all this then?

“Imperator Mo!” The two of them frowned deeply and looked upward.

Imperator Mo’s empty eyes also showed signs of confusion, having suffered the heaviest mental blow of the group. Fortunately, his reaction was extremely fast.

“Forget it. Kill him!”

They had originally planned to control Tianming and use him as a weapon to dominate the entire universe, but that beautiful dream had shattered too quickly. Now, they could only kill Tianming to minimize their losses.

If they could devour everything Tianming had, there might still be profit.

The two imperatores understood. They were all men of action. The moment their minds aligned, the killing intent of the three descended once again.

Imperator Mo’s Divine Limit Eyes erupted with one black and one white beam of light, piercing straight toward Tianming’s forehead.

Meanwhile, Imperatores Yinne and Ming closed in on Tianming. They had already pried open the skypole stars’ defenses and driven their poisonous hands inside.

“Die!” Countless threats targeted Tianming. Just Imperator Ming’s claws stabbing into Tianming’s body unleashed a destructive force enough to tear his body to pieces.

Even with omnisentient threads, Realm of Order imperatores were still far too powerful.

“Your skills aren’t bad. Alas, you’re foolishly reckless,” Imperator Ming sneered.

“And your luck isn’t too good either,” Imperator Yinne said coldly.

The three of them blotted out the heavens and the earth. No one could come within even a hair’s breadth of the three giants.

“Time to die.” Utter indifference filled the eyes of the three imperatores.

The closer Tianming drew to death, the more relaxed their gazes became. Although it was a regret they had failed to control him, on second thought it was safest to kill such a heaven-defying existence.

This outcome was still acceptable.

And Tianming laughed.

“You all were impressive, alright. But I won’t be dying today.”

The three imperatores frowned deeply, their hearts jolting. Yet they still could not imagine what other trick this kid might have.

At that moment, a dazzling golden-black light shot in from behind Imperator Ming, blindingly fast as it slipped past the undying aeternals to threaten him.

“Who?!” Imperator Ming had no choice but to halt his attack to save himself. His scalp tingled as he turned around and met the incoming figure with a punch.

A thunderous explosion followed, blasting Imperator Ming flying. His massive body crashed into Tianming at the same time, knocking Tianming out of the encirclement.

“Damn!” The impact made Tianming’s blood churn. His body split open with many cracks, and many of Imperator Yinne’s feathers buried themselves in his back.

But he was alive!

That sudden strike not only disrupted Imperator Ming, but also allowed Tianming to evade Imperator Mo’s lasers.

In this moment of chaos, the three imperatores stared in disbelief at Tianming’s saviour.

It was a hundred-thousand-meter cosmic god shrouded in golden-black radiance. His aura was incomparably heavy and violent, and there was also an aura mixed in similar to that of the Xi Hwa Ghoul Legion.

“Imperator Yin!!” The three imperatores cried out this name in utter disbelief.

Imperator Yin of the devas! One of the Eightpart Pantheons, and the leader of one of the three divine races!

In truth, Tianming had many options for a hero; Huang Qi was one of them. But at this moment, Tianming had chosen to give Imperator Yin this chance, because this choice would cement his future path.

The three imperatores had planned well, but they had still underestimated Tianming’s trump cards. To kill him on the Imperial Star was truly harder than ascending to the heavens.

While the three imperatores and the accursed beasts were still in shock, Tianming moved to Imperator Yin’s side. And to be honest, this deva imperator, the “strongest specter,” really did make him feel rather safe.

He could also tell that, for the Eightpart Pantheons, this matter carried far too much weight.

“Imperator Yin...” Imperator Mo’s face turned blue with rage. “Explain yourself!”

They had disregarded the lives of six billion troops just to obtain a chance to precisely kill Tianming. They had been on the brink of success when one of their own had come to sabotage it.

Imperator Yin spoke calmly, “Endless war will only drag more innocent people into suffering and death. The scale of the Tianming Dynasty has already grown, and what he represents is no longer just the flameyellow divinities. We have no need to treat them as enemies. Rather than creating more slaughter, acceptance and coexistence is the way.”

The three imperatores could hardly believe their own ears.

“Are you hearing this madness?” The many eyes of Imperator Ming shook with fury.

“Don’t interfere. Li Tianming’s already dead! Once this is over, there won’t be any more casualties!” Imperator Yinne said sharply.

“If he dies, won’t all those people in the Primordial Sands still have to die?” Imperator Yin asked.

“You!!” Imperatores Yinne and Ming were enraged.