Chapter 3847 - So Satisfying
Wherever the violet titanic dragon passed, the land shattered, buildings collapsed in swathes, and numerous formations instantly crumbled. The dragon released a torrent of violet flames that spread everywhere, burning away Fentian He’s palaces and towers. Tens of thousands of Sundown Pantheon members and their beasts were lost in the rampaging dragon’s wake as the entire city fell into chaos.
On the other side, Long Xing wielded an imperial-class spear, skewering enemies one after another. Overflowers Tianming had once found nearly impossible to kill were now being erased with a single tap!
Surrounding Long Xing’s body were nine gold-and-black stars that resembled caged dragons roaring to be unleashed. They were his totems, ascendant morningstars. The nine stars floated high above Fentian Mound, wildly absorbing nova source. Then they underwent their simulacrum and multiplied into tens of thousands of stars that fell like a meteor shower.
After one wave, the entire mound was engulfed in explosions. Corpses burst into dazzling fireworks, and the entire city was set ablaze.
The massacre unleashed by Long Xing carried with it the fury he had bottled up for years. The deeper the hatred in his heart, the more merciless his slaughter was.
Even now, many surviving Sundown Pantheon members still cursed him as a lowborn slave and hurled hatred at the slave race while battered and fleeing. Even in death, their superiority complex showed no signs of fading.
“If that’s the case, there’s no need for mercy.” Long Xing’s spear moved and his totems whirled. He transformed into a blazing beam of starlight that flew through Fentian He’s domain, leaving behind rivers and oceans of blood, and mangled bodies piled into mountains.
That was the destructive might of a cosmic god against lower lifeforms. Not even tens of thousands of astral gods combined could scratch him—even working in concert—let alone mortals or normal gods.
A single cosmic god had changed the fate of Starmoon Haven’s people. In the hearts of all flameyellow descendants, Long Xing was that kind of great man. And that great man, as he cut his way through the battlefield, every step he took, every act he committed, was being recorded. All flameyellow descendants would know what he had done.
Today was only revenge. To the flameyellow descendants, it was merely a small step; if their suffering was an ocean, the vengeance Long Xing enacted today was just settling a single drop in it. There was still so, so much left to avenge!