Translator: BOTA Fireteam
âI tire of this. Youâre merely an annoying brat in the end. Let me send you to the afterlife.â
Ye Bodhi unleashed his second strike, Heartâs Mirror. This strike was even more miraculous than the first. While it wasnât equal to the Hexapath Samsara Sword Art, the fierceness of his Saintking Bodhi Body was still enough to oppress Tianming once again.
It was simply too difficult for Ying Huo to do any substantial damage in this situation. Ye Bodhiâs body also had the Sanguine Ferocity that negated much of Ying Huoâs flames.
At this moment, a constant stream of thoughts were running through Tianmingâs mind. Murder, living things, souls, nightmares, punishment....
Tianming had used numerous sinners to train his Ninesky Beastsoul Formation, but he hadnât yet found success.
It was simply too complicated! He knew all the ins and outs of it by now. However, he couldnât create the humongous formation; it always collapsed before it fully formed.
However, in this crucial moment of being stimulated by killing intent, Tianming had many new ideas. âIf I canât form the swords, perhaps itâs because the heart is lacking. What is the heart? Itâs a personâs desire. Desire to live, desire to protect, desire to love! And now, my desire is to kill him!â
This kind of desire was even stronger than hunger. It allowed Tianming to forget he was even being suppressed. The setback caused by Ye Bodhiâs Saintking Bodhi Body instead allowed Tianming to ignite all of his fury into towering killing intent.
âI will succeed this time around!â If Tianming closed his eyes, he would see nothing. But if he opened them, he would see Ye Bodhiâs grin, as well as all the wailing souls around him.
âKill him! Kill him!â
âLi Tianming, we want you to kill him!â
âVengeance! Vengeance!â
They may have been dead, but their hatred remained very much alive. These voices werenât just the cries of the dead, but also the desire of the world itself.
âThe death penalty for heartless experts!â There was no need to overthink things. The world itself was ordering it, and the victims that had lost their hearts were demanding it.
This wasnât murder, but helping the dead move on.
In this moment, Tianming ascended to a path toward the heavenly dao surrounded by the cries of millions of aggrieved ghosts.
The long-held wishes of these millions were enough to push him up! Tianming knew it wasnât him who wanted to kill Ye Bodhi, but that the world itself didnât approve of his behavior.
Tianming felt a force bring him back to his feet. He had realized something. If there really was some omnipotent existence up there, it wouldnât be an invisible god, but rather the highest laws of the world.
And today, he had become a living incarnation of those laws.
Tianming was like a true god right now, with the support of millions. He wasnât sure whether this might was the Primordial God-Emperorâs or the heavenly daoâs. All that he knew was that this state was rarely seen. He was a god chosen by heaven itself!
Tianming felt his mind undergo earth-shattering changes, and all of the profundities of the Ninesky Beastsoul Formation immediately became as clear as day.
âBeast of the nine skies, heed my summons! Channel your heavenly might where my sword beckons!â
Tianmingâs Dragonhide wrapped around his body. Despite the lack of wind, his hair began fluttering, and the various tribulation artifacts lifted into the air. Among them, over ten thousand swords appeared behind Tianmingâs back.
Emanating an executionerâs aura, he used the Grand-Orient Sword to manipulate them; it wasnât his current strength controlling all these swords.
With a swing of the sword, the taotie, qiongqi, skyhound, torch dragon, flying serpent, guiche, taowu, suanni, and zhengânine fierce beasts in totalâmanifested.
They were all formed from sword ki. They came, snarling and roaring. Taking up nine separate positions, they formed the core of a formation. Even Long Yichen and the rest outside could see the formationâs energy filling up the whole area.
The six-eared divine ape and myriad-sword fiend eagle were quickly suppressed by beastsouls formed of sword ki.
Then, the formation exploded with raw power.
Tianmingâs first slash unleashed four beastsouls, sending them rushing toward Ye Bodhi. His second attack was a sword of death, containing five beastsouls within.
Ye Bodhi froze. How could some defeated lowlife suddenly erupt with such power?
In this life, he was fated never to understand.
In the entire continent, none would be found who could understand that karma and the heavenly dao truly existed.
âLi Tianming, Iâll let you enjoy a certain attack of mine and end this farce!â Perhaps Ye Bodhi believed this attack of Tianmingâs was fated to be routed by him like all the rest before.
His third fist, Blissful World!
Ye Bodhi struck out with a heavy blow, his entire body emanating a majestic and unshakable aura. Backed by the power of his Saintking Bodhi Body, it was almost like his fist had the ability to create a new world.
âBegone!â Ye Bodhiâs voice boomed.
White hair fluttering, Tianmingâs fiery gaze met his.
âDie!â The formationâs power gathered, backing a sword thrust.
The shocking boom created by their collision was like millions of rampaging beasts as the golden Grand-Orient Sword met Ye Bodhiâs fist.
Then, the sword ripped apart his glove. It proceeded to dig into his hand, then continued through his arm, entirely disintegrating it.
Ye Bodhi looked at his missing arm in disbelief.
Then Tianmingâs second strike arrived. It was even fiercer than the one before it, and was aimed at Ye Bodhiâs mouth.
Sanguine Ferocity shifted to protect its owner. However, it couldnât stand up to the attack and the top-grade tribulation artifact with over ten thousand years of history shattered apart.
Ye Bodhi was sent flying away, a bloody mess. âSanguine Ferocity?â Ye Bodhi frowned. How could someoneâs strength have changed so much?
The current Tianming was truly like a god, and finally made Ye Bodhi feel fear.
However, it was to be his last emotion.
The formation was still running, and this time it gathered the ten thousand swords and launched them at Ye Bodhi.
The first sword to strike Ye Bodhiâs heart shattered on impact. However, he had no time to be smug as a second followed, then a third, fourth, fifth....
It wasnât Tianmingâs doing, but all the ghosts on Ye Bodhi that were attracting the swords. This was their personal vengeance.
Finally, the Saintking Bodhi Body failed and Ye Bodhi cried out miserably. He attempted to use his hand to defend, only for that to be pierced through as well.
Finally, the thousandth sword buried itself in its heart. Ye Bodhi screamed as his body continued to be pierced full of holes.
âLi Tian....â In his final moments, he looked at Tianming, fear finally in his eyes. However, he would never have the chance to finish his last words.
Ye Bodhi had perished.
The tribulation artifact swords ripped Ye Bodhiâs body apart, removing him from existence.
At this moment, Tianming felt an endless amount of merit bestowed on him, allowing his heavenly will to grow.
Tianming pointed his sword skyward, and declared, âKill them all!â
Ying Huo and the rest, who had been stifled all this time, immediately made a comeback with the support of Tianmingâs formation and Ye Bodhiâs beasts were immediately ripped to shreds.
Tianming was aware that his power this time defied common sense and wouldnât happen again in the near future. Regardless, he had still gained the experience of being a god.
With the matter done, Tianming silently began storing all of the tribulation artifacts.
This scene was impossible to forget.
When he exited the vortex, all the surviving elders outside immediately fled in terror.
Only Long Yichen knelt before him, his body quaking.
Tianming used his sword to force Long Yichenâs chin up.
âSo, who were you saying was the future ruler of the continent?â