Chapter 507: Chapter 507

High in the sky, the atmosphere was particularly heavy!

With every step forward that Li Yuanba took, the Bloodlion Great Saint uncontrollably retreated a step back!

"Dare to act so recklessly in the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court? You’re seeking death!"

Li Yuanba let out a cold laugh and halted his steps. He exerted force with his right hand; his veins, like those of a Zhulong Dragon, bulged prominently. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he hurled the Rumble Drum Golden Hammer.

The Power of Laws of Thunder, the Power of Laws of Gold, and the Power of Laws of Wind!

These three formidable Powers of Laws were imbued in the Rumble Drum Golden Hammer, rendering its might boundless and its speed like lightning, almost too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

A mere fraction of a second later, the Bloodlion Great Saint’s massive body was once again sent flying uncontrollably, crashing hundreds of miles away. His spine snapped, exposing stark white bone.

The Bloodlion Great Saint wailed in agony. His limbs thrashed as he struggled to stand, but with a broken spine, he was utterly incapable of rising.

A gentle breeze blew.

Face impassive, wreathed in lightning, Li Yuanba strode forward. Everywhere he passed, heaven and earth quaked, and the myriad paths boomed; an incomparably terrifying aura locked onto the Bloodlion Great Saint.

"You... you stay away from me!"

Seeing Li Yuanba again, the Bloodlion Great Saint was consumed by terror, his roar trembling.

He was scared! He was terrified! He desperately wanted to flee this place!

He still remembered: two days ago, Demon Ancestor Yinglong had summoned the twelve Demon Saints, planning to send someone to the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court to stir up trouble. Before anyone could discuss it, he had eagerly volunteered, taking on the mission.

Now, thinking back, he wanted to weep! If time could be rewound, he would never have come, not even if it meant death! Too horrifying! Looking at Li Yuanba’s slender frame, he even began to doubt who was the real alien. The power wielded by a human was actually more terrifying than his, a member of an alien race!

With an arrogant, cold laugh, Li Yuanba swung the Rumble Drum Golden Hammer with his left hand, shattering the Bloodlion Great Saint’s limbs. Blood, mixed with bone fragments, splattered everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the once proud and haughty Bloodlion Great Saint, who had felled countless human experts, was brutally beaten beyond recognition and lay瘫倒 in a heap on the ground.

"Now *that’s* a much more satisfying sight!"

Li Yuanba took two steps back. Seeing the Bloodlion Great Saint reduced to a mangled heap, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, as if remembering something, he flew towards a distant, collapsed mountain. Inside, he found the blood-stained Rumble Drum Golden Hammer, placed it into his personal storage space, and returned the way he came.

Passing by the Bloodlion Great Saint, he grabbed its bloody mane and leisurely flew towards the Imperial Capital.

A short while later, amidst the jubilant cheers of countless citizens in the Imperial Capital, Li Yuanba entered the imperial palace. He walked step by step before Qin Wudao, his blood-soaked body making him appear like a descended demon god.

"Your Majesty, this humble general has captured this beast!"

Throwing the Bloodlion Great Saint to the ground, Li Yuanba saluted Qin Wudao with a respectful expression.

Hearing the word ’beast,’ the Bloodlion Great Saint, lying on the ground, burned with fury. Filled with humiliation yet utterly helpless, he could only bury this profound hatred deep within his heart.

He vowed that once he returned to the Demon Saint’s Court, he would report this to the Demon Ancestor and lead an army of hundreds of millions to flatten the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court.

Even now, he still believed that the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court would not dare to kill him. Otherwise, they should have killed him during the battle. Why bother bringing him to the imperial palace?

Looking at the imperial palace, now stained with blood, Qin Wudao rubbed his forehead. Although Li Yuanba had absorbed the thunder origin and his intelligence had returned to normal, he still didn’t seem very bright. He’s beaten him to this state, so why did you bring him back to the Imperial Palace? Wouldn’t it have been better to just kill him directly? Now I’ll have to find someone to clean this up!

"Emperor Qin, release me, and I can let bygones be bygones! Otherwise, when the Demon Ancestor descends, it will be the day of your death!" the Bloodlion Great Saint roared confidently, seeing Qin Wudao’s silence.

"You think I dare not kill you?" Qin Wudao said softly, raising an eyebrow.

"You... I am one of the Twelve Demon Saints under the Demon Ancestor’s command! Would you still dare to kill me?"

A chill pierced the Bloodlion Great Saint’s heart, and the confidence in his voice faltered.

"The era of the alien races is over!"

"Today, the Human Race can stand tall, fearless of threats from any other race!"

"I dared to enslave the alien races of the East Border; do you think I fear the Demon Ancestor you speak of? And the Demon Ancestor you so revere, in my eyes, is nothing but a pitiful wretch, clinging to life and terrified of death!" Qin Wudao stated coldly.

Demon Ancestor Yinglong was a paramount divine beast from the late Primordial Era. He had once earned considerable prestige and established the Demon Saint’s Court. However, upon entering the First Era and sensing the great changes in heaven and earth—the arrival of the Dharma-Ending Age—he immediately abandoned his people, sealed himself away, and prolonged his own life.

This just shows how cowardly he was, how much he feared death!

"Damned human! I will not allow you to disparage the Demon Ancestor!"

The previously listless Bloodlion Great Saint was instantly engulfed in a towering rage.

In his heart, the Demon Ancestor was the greatest, the most supreme, sacred, and inviolable!

"Since you are so loyal, then let your corpse be sent back to the Demon Saint’s Court!"

Qin Wudao, disinclined to waste further words, turned and entered the Imperial Study.

Li Yuanba gave a savage grin, once again hefting the Rumble Drum Golden Hammer. It erupted with a blinding flash of lightning as he brought it crashing down.

The Bloodlion Great Saint shrieked in despair as his massive head instantly burst apart, all signs of life extinguished. Content orıginally comes from ⓝovelFire.net

A Great Saint who had slumbered for nine eras!

A Great Saint who had witnessed the decline of the Primordial Age!

A peerless Great Demon who had once stirred up storms in the First Era!

On the third day of his revival, he closed his eyes forever, dying filled with hatred.

If the dead possessed consciousness, would he regret having slumbered for nine eras?

「In the Imperial Study!」

Qin Wudao and his ministers all wore grave expressions. After the slaying of the Bloodlion Great Saint, they knew a great war was imminent.

This was an unavoidable war!

This was a war concerning the standing of their race!

This was, even more so, a war that would announce the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court’s entry into the continent-spanning struggle for hegemony!

"I have decided to declare war on the Demon Saint’s Court!" Qin Wudao announced majestically from the imperial throne.

Deep-seated resentment had long existed between the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court and the Demon Saint’s Court; a large-scale war was inevitable sooner or later. The Bloodlion Great Saint’s arrival today, ostensibly as an envoy, was, in reality, a provocation.

Civil officials like Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, and Xiao He remained silent.

"Your Majesty, this humble general requests to go to battle and wishes to serve as the vanguard general!"

Lv Bu’s eyes lit up, a raging battle ardor burning within him as he loudly volunteered. His imposing figure radiated an unparalleled will to fight.

"Your Majesty, this humble general also requests to fight!"

"Your Majesty, my Tyrant Iron Cavalry is always ready!"

"Your Majesty, the blades of my Fanqiu Army are nearly rusted; they need scalding blood to scour them clean!"

A series of powerful, murderous voices echoed. The erupting killing intent pierced the eaves of the Imperial Study, dyeing the sky crimson.

Among the generals, only one remained silent: Li Jing.

Since his debut, he had been drilling troops on the training grounds and had not participated in any major battles. He had the least experience and, consequently, the least say.

Among all the main battle legions, his Black Armor Army was undoubtedly the weakest.

Qin Wudao’s gaze swept over the generals, finally resting on Li Jing. He said with a smile, "You are all battle-hardened veterans. You should give the newcomer a chance, shouldn’t you?"

Hearing this, the other generals immediately understood Qin Wudao’s intention. They turned to look at Li Jing and ceased their contention for the position of vanguard general.

They had two reasons for not competing further.

First, Li Jing, renowned in his previous life as the Military God of the Tang Dynasty, was proficient in deploying troops and formations and possessed outstanding military acumen, making him fully qualified to serve as vanguard general.

Second, in the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court, the vanguard force was generally used to temper newcomers!