In this battle, Meng Tianzheng shot down a Supreme Being, captured an Imperial Clan member, and swept through the battlefield with unstoppable divine might, leaving everyone in awe and cheering wildly.
The Imperial Pass erupted in celebration!
As they entered the city, countless people swarmed around them, shouting and roaring with excitement, some even shedding tears.
This victory had been hard-won. In past battles, they had suffered countless losses.
From ancient times to the present, the Imperial Pass had seen many heroes fall—legendary figures from various clans who met tragic ends. Even Supreme Beings had perished.
But today, Meng Tianzheng displayed unparalleled brilliance, forcing back millions of creatures, sweeping through armies, and stirring hearts with his divine might!
Inside the city, every street was packed with beings who had gathered to welcome the returning army.
This time, the warriors who had dared to fight outside the city rode atop their savage beasts, heads held high, basking in glory. They had expected to die alongside Meng Tianzheng, yet they had returned triumphant.
For years, every battle had brought sorrow to the city. But this time, against all odds, they had achieved a glorious victory beyond anyone’s expectations.
“Senior Meng’s might shakes the heavens!”
Some roared from the depths of their hearts, finally releasing years of pent-up frustration. Killing an enemy Supreme Being and capturing an Imperial Clan member was an earth-shattering feat.
“War God!”
No one knew who shouted it first, but soon the cry echoed through the city, shaking the heavens.
Jin Taijun stood coldly, leaning on her cane. The Jin Clan members behind her remained silent, cowering in fear.
Meng Tianzheng’s triumph stood in stark contrast to Jin Taijun’s dealings with the enemy.
Many realized something and couldn’t help but glance in her direction.
Not long ago, Jin Taijun had handed over Shi Hao to the enemy, sending him to his doom.
Now, many felt regret. Shi Hao had slain thousands of foes, yet he had met such a cruel fate.
Some wanted to roar in frustration—how could they have let Shi Hao go?
The Jin Clan members looked miserable under the crowd’s scrutiny, their faces burning with shame.
The Wang, Du, and Pixiu Clans also wore awkward expressions. They had supported Jin Taijun, never expecting such an outcome.
“Why are you all still crowding here? Disperse at once!” Jin Taijun snapped.
“Senior Meng has returned victorious! We celebrate!”
To the Jin Clan’s shock, someone dared to defy her openly.
**Bang!**
At that moment, Meng Tianzheng took the blood-dripping head from Elder Qingmu and hurled it toward the ancestral altar—a sacred site for honoring fallen heroes.
The crowd erupted again. Many shouted, remembering the countless heroes who had died in battle, some of them brilliant but gone too soon.
Their descendants still guarded the Imperial Pass, fighting year after year.
As their heirs, they felt a surge of pride and sorrow, their voices trembling with emotion.
Meng Tianzheng had avenged their ancestors, slaying a Supreme Being and capturing an Imperial Clan member to offer in sacrifice. It stirred their blood like never before.
“Thank you, Senior Meng!” someone cried out.
In this moment, Meng Tianzheng had united all clans under his banner.
“But what a pity… Shi Hao.”
Meng Tianzheng’s voice was icy with regret and fury as he glared at Jin Taijun.
Hearing this, the cultivators felt even more ashamed. If they had resisted, perhaps things would have been different.
Everyone knew Shi Hao’s contributions. The wooden chest he carried was coveted even by Immortal Kings, yet his fate had been so cruel.
In enemy lands, what awaited him? Many clans would seek vengeance for the warriors he had slain.
At the battlefield’s edge, they had seen him pierced by a soldier’s spear, blood pouring from his chest. Yet he had stood tall, unyielding.
Jin Taijun spoke: “We all know the Immortal Kings could cross the abyss, but whether they would was uncertain. Shi Hao’s sacrifice bought the Imperial Pass five hundred years of peace!”
Meng Tianzheng coughed, blood trickling from his lips. His golden armor blazed, but his face was pale.
He swayed, nearly collapsing.
“Senior Meng!” Many cried out in alarm.
They realized his triumph had come at a great cost—his wounds were taking their toll.
Jin Taijun’s eyes gleamed. She lifted her chin. “I bear the scorn to protect the Imperial Pass and its five centuries of peace!”
**Boom!**
Meng Tianzheng erupted with light. Despite his injuries, his blood boiled with fury. He pushed away Elder Qingmu and strode forward like an enraged lion.
His golden armor, stained with blood, blazed brilliantly. His black hair turned gold, each strand shimmering with bloody mist.
“What are you doing, Meng Tianzheng?!” Jin Taijun demanded, her aura surging with power.
“You claim those beings will arrive in five hundred years?” Meng Tianzheng’s voice was a frozen blade.
Everyone sensed his rage—greater than when facing the enemy hordes.
“My Jin Clan spent generations uncovering this truth!” Jin Taijun retorted.
“By betraying our heroes?!” Meng Tianzheng roared.
Golden flames wreathed him as he advanced, his presence crushing. “I know the truth—their arrival isn’t about time! Your so-called ‘great discovery’ is a lie!”
The crowd reeled. Had the five-century promise been empty?
“Those beings seek courage! They will come only when we fight to the last!” Meng Tianzheng thundered.
His voice shook the Imperial Pass, making many tremble.
“You slander my clan’s contributions out of spite!” Jin Taijun accused.
“Your clan has no contributions! Only shame!” Meng Tianzheng lashed out.
**Boom!**
He struck.
“You dare attack me over petty grievances?” Jin Taijun sneered.
“You claim glory where none exists!” Meng Tianzheng’s palm blotted out the sky.
The Jin Clan members collapsed, trembling uncontrollably.
Jin Taijun summoned a violet-gold mace, wreathed in chaos, and hurled it at him.
**Clang!**
Meng Tianzheng met it head-on, his golden hand deflecting the weapon.
Jin Taijun’s scalp prickled. This was her Dao weapon, infused with immortal metals—yet he repelled it barehanded.
“Are you rebelling, Meng Tianzheng?!”
“Do you think you command the heavens?” The Heavenly Horned Ant jeered from afar.
Qing Yi, the Jade Rabbit, and others clenched their fists, willing Meng Tianzheng to crush her.
**Boom!**
He didn’t disappoint. His hands, honed by the Indestructible Scripture, shattered her defenses.
“Kill him!” Jin Taijun spat blood onto her mace, empowering it.
But Meng Tianzheng’s palm flared with a terrifying sigil—
**Crack!**
The mace, infused with immortal metals, snapped in two.
**Slap!**
Meng Tianzheng reached her and—instead of striking—delivered a resounding slap across her face.
“You dare humiliate me?!”
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