As King Dingxuan emerged from the void, he couldn’t help but stroke his beard and smile, deeply satisfied with what he saw below. The exceptionally elite force of the dark races was setting up camp in a perfectly organized manner, each tent placed at an exact distance from the next. Although their numbers were few, every warrior was a formidable fighter, and powerful ones were as numerous as cattle.
With just a glance, King Dingxuan spotted seven or eight marquises, and counts were even more abundant. He could easily swat down a dozen with a single slap.
King Dingxuan slowly descended, speaking calmly, “I am King Dingxuan! Though I hold no interest in engaging with the likes of you, these are extraordinary times, and I must make an exception. Marquises and above, take your own lives. I may consider sparing the rest. If you force my hand, none shall be left alive!”
These words were infused with his original force. A king’s decree, how awe-inspiring is that? Instantly, the dark race soldiers in the camp fell to the ground, those below the rank of count unable to stand. Those who remained standing were all count or marquis-level powerhouses.
King Dingxuan surveyed the camp once more, spotting over a dozen marquises and numerous counts, making him slightly regret his earlier declaration to spare those below the rank of marquis. These dozens of marquises and counts were the backbone of the Evernight forces. Swallowing them whole would deal a significant blow to the dark races.
However, he quickly set aside this tempting thought. Killing these ten marquises was already a transgression; if he went further, the Evernight Council might retaliate with all its might, even risking attacks on his homeland, which would surely bring much criticism upon him.
Killing these ten marquises was a considerable risk. However, the Evernight Council had offered them as sacrifices, which made it somewhat acceptable. With these marquises in hand, King Dingxuan’s military achievements would be astounding, even outshining the frontline commanders Song Zining and Zhao Jundu.
Yet, despite their disarray, the Evernight forces below showed no panic or fear, which surprised and infuriated King Dingxuan. Although he was not as renowned as Kings Zhiji and Qingyang, and had been absent from public view for years due to internal strife in the imperial family, his presence still commanded respect. He was, after all, a true veteran sky king, having held key positions in the front lines for many years, and his accumulated authority should have instilled terror in the dark races. How could they remain so calm? This was clearly a sign of disrespect.
Though King Dingxuan was usually composed, he couldn’t help but feel angry. He stroked his beard and said coldly, “If you do not take your own lives, must I force your hand and send you all to the underworld?”
The marquises below looked at each other, fear evident on their faces, but they began to gather their strength, clearly unwilling to surrender.
King Dingxuan roared, “Very well, then I will show no mercy.”
He slowly raised his right hand, and a fierce wind immediately erupted around him, forming a terrifying storm centered on the dark race camp.
The original force of the new world was peculiar, and even most divine generals and dukes struggled to harness it. But King Dingxuan had great powers, and even without the cooperation of the new world’s original force, he forcibly harnessed the surrounding energy, creating a storm of incredible power.
The marquises and counts below finally panicked, launching preemptive attacks. Gunfire erupted, and countless force bullets shot towards King Dingxuan like a hailstorm.
King Dingxuan let out a cold laugh, and a faint green shield of original force appeared around him. Though the light was faint, it was incredibly resilient. The force bullets hit the shield, causing ripples but failing to break through.
Now, King Dingxuan’s hand was raised high, and as he turned his palm downward, the storm gathered into a massive, dark-green whirlwind, descending upon the camp.
As soon as the whirlwind formed, it began to emit countless arc-shaped lightning bolts, a restrained yet terrifying power that made all the dark races pale. The stronger they were, the more they felt that the power in this storm could destroy them, their comrades, and everyone in the camp.
The wrath of a sky king is not to be taken lightly. Several marquises, their faces deathly pale, dropped their weapons and fled. Initially, they moved like lightning, but the whirlwind emitted an intense suction, pulling them back the farther they got.
The marquises slowed to a crawl, their despair evident as they reached the edge of the camp. The whirlwind, though slow, grew stronger, and they were still in the heart of the blast, with no chance of survival.
Seeing the chaos below, King Dingxuan smiled, feeling satisfied. Just then, a sharp, blood-red aura shot up from the camp, followed by a cold voice, “A bunch of incompetents!”
King Dingxuan’s spirits lifted, and he locked onto the blood aura, saying, “You finally emerge. Unfortunately, there is no way you can survive against me.”
Before he could finish, a deep, black blade aura flashed from below.
The blade aura was a deep black, with a hint of dark gold. The dim light, against the black background, was blinding, even stinging King Dingxuan’s eyes.
Shocked, King Dingxuan watched as the blade aura flared again, once, twice, thrice, and then countless times.
The intertwining blade auras shattered the storm, some even slicing through to strike King Dingxuan directly.
This was the height of insolence, and King Dingxuan was furious. Before he could react, he heard a crack, and his green shield was cut, a thin thread of dark gold blood aura piercing through and landing on him.
This blood aura, capable of cleaving metal and stone, was now spent, leaving only a tiny cut on King Dingxuan’s outer robe, barely noticeable.
Still, King Dingxuan was touched by the attack, a grave insult for a sky king, especially after ordering his opponents to commit suicide.
His face turned from red to blue, then purple with anger. He narrowed his eyes, shooting two long rays of light through the storm, locking onto the figure in the center of the camp, his gaze sharpening.
“So, it really is you!”
Yantong replied, “Who else could it be?”
King Dingxuan’s gaze fell on the two-meter-long, dark-colored blade in Yantong’s hand, showing a slight surprise, “Is that… Dreamshock?”
“Indeed.”
“I never expected you to bring one of the Evernight Council’s Three Holy Artifacts. They must value you highly.”
“You should admire that I can use it and even injure you.”
King Dingxuan’s face turned ashen, and he huffed, “If I had eliminated you in the military back then, we wouldn’t have these troubles now.”
Yantong’s face paled slightly, “Back then, I was no troublemaker.”
“Those who are not of our kind, have different hearts! For the empire’s stability, even if you hide your malevolence, you must be eliminated. Letting you escape back then has led to today’s disaster. I’ll see how the Zhao clan will explain themselves now.”
Yantong’s eyes turned cold, and she whispered, “Those who are not of our kind, have different hearts… Well said, King Dingxuan. Aren’t you going to kill me? Why wait?”
King Dingxuan snarled, “Arrogance! Regardless of who you were in your past, you are now merely a marquis, yet you dare to speak such bold words! I was going to give you a few more moments, but since you seek death, don’t blame me! The Dreamshock in your hand will now belong to the empire!”
King Dingxuan clutched the air, gathering the endless original force into a smaller, yet more potent, green-black storm ball. It crackled with lightning, transforming into a thunderball!
With a wave of his hand, the thunderball descended. He didn’t aim, but wherever it landed, a thousand meters around would be a death zone, with no escape.
As the thunderball descended, it absorbed the surrounding energy, growing ever stronger.
King Dingxuan sneered, stroking his beard, “Once my Heavenly Punishment Thunder strikes, what can you do with the Dreamshock? Though it is a holy artifact, you are too weak to wield its full power.”
Yantong, unperturbed, thrust the Dreamshock into the ground, and suddenly, a powerful original force gun appeared in her hand!
“Storm of Fury!!” King Dingxuan was truly shocked.
He had a deep impression of the four-square barrels of the Storm of Fury. Whenever it appeared on the battlefield, it heralded a bitter fight.
In the old days, when King Dingxuan was often on the front lines, the Wolf Sovereign was a major threat, and he often lost when facing the Storm of Fury. The Wolf Sovereign, already immensely powerful, was even more so with the Storm of Fury in hand, making King Dingxuan’s defeat almost inevitable.
Recalling those times, he shuddered, but realized that the Wolf Sovereign wouldn’t be nearby. If he killed Yantong, the famous gun would become the empire’s treasure.
Seizing this opportunity, King Dingxuan laughed, “I never expected you to deliver treasures so willingly…”
His words were cut short by the roar of the gun.
The four barrels of the Storm of Fury spewed original force flames, the bullets merging into a horrific fire stream, slamming into the Heavenly Punishment Thunder. In an instant, the Storm of Fury fired hundreds of bullets!
King Dingxuan’s right hand trembled, and the Heavenly Punishment Thunder nearly scattered. He was amazed; the Storm of Fury was truly the most powerful weapon. He was even more surprised that Yantong could use it so effectively, almost making him think he was fighting the Wolf Sovereign.
Undeterred, King Dingxuan shouted, “Let’s see how long you can last!”
Original force surged, drawn into the Heavenly Punishment Thunder, which, though near disintegration, reformed and doubled in size, bearing down with renewed fury.
Unconsciously, King Dingxuan was using nine-tenths of his strength, treating Yantong as a worthy opponent.
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