Chapter 4037 - Final Execution
Once more, the will of the ruler returned to Tianming. To become a cosmic god, the growth of my imperial order is key. Leading the ten thousand young geniuses is far too important! He had to win even if he was faced with the threat of the geniuses from imperial lineages.
"Everyone from the Primordial Sands, to me!" Tianming's roar reverberated across Miracle Mountain. He appeared before all of them like a true ruler that had come to guide their way. Before, many from the Primordial Sands had refused to acknowledge him, but after he killed the enemy's elites and brought them new hope, they’d completely changed their tune.
"Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" The name rang out across Miracle Mountain, as well as the Ten Desolate Starforges. Countless flameyellow descendants muttered it in hushed voices in distant corners. Countless omnisentient threads formed around him but didn't properly connect as they hadn't been able to cross into the Ancestral World. Even so, Tianming had a feeling that once he returned to the Ten Desolate Starforges, things would be completely different.
The Heavenly Dao Arena's broadcast had created this opportunity for him. He hadn't been able to act like a ruler for quite some time and looked forward to it, thinking back to the glory of the Primordial God-Emperor.
I carry the mission of protecting the home of the Primordial Sands as well as the restoration of the flameyellow descendants! It’s my destiny to walk this extraordinary path.... Fires of passion burned within him as he raised the Grand-Orient Sword and turned toward the cosmic gods of the Primordial Sands.
"Lin Feng!" The cheers continued ringing out nonstop, causing the geniuses of the Eightpart Pantheons to shake in fear.
"Everyone, give me your trust. I’ll lead you against the Eightpart Pantheons and slaughter them all! We’ll take Miracle Mountain! You’ll all return to your homes, basking in the glory of battle!" Tianming proclaimed. It would be the kind of glory that rang true even after countless generations! The thought of killing all the talented youths of the Eightpart Pantheons was enough to make their blood boil.
"Can we really do it?" Those from the Primordial Sands had always been in a weaker position than those of the Eightpart Pantheons.
As they were mired in hesitation, Moran let loose a monochrome pillar of light toward the hundreds of fighters from the Eightpart Pantheons.
"The so-called Eightpart Pantheons are nothing but useless trash after the veneer of pride and their tricks are scraped off. Of course you can do it!" Tianming's confident laughter sparked a new flame of rebellion in their hearts just as Moran's blast struck. "Think about it. Doesn't it feel amazing to know that every life of theirs that we take is being witnessed by their people thanks to their Heavenly Dao Arena? Where else could you find such an unforgettable experience? That's why...."
With the brightest voice he could muster, he yelled, "Kill!"
Like a sword, he pierced into the ranks of the Eightpart Pantheons. They had already wanted to flee after witnessing the death of their top-ranked geniuses. Moran, however, had already strategically suppressed their escape routes. Tianming was closing in; despair was nigh. They shrieked so hard that their former pride was nowhere to be seen, replaced by sheer terror. All it took was for their superficial layer of skin to be peeled off.
The troops of the Primordial Sands, on the other hand, were like vengeful wolves, unable to forget the scenes of their comrades falling. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" They had completely lost themselves in the hunt, striking back with reciprocal fury.