Chapter 1106

Despite their increased number, they had been hastily mobilized and lacked a firm leader. The first group of a hundred thousand was led by Prince Fengyue and seven city lords, but this group was haphazardly summoned when they were enjoying time off or cultivating at home. They were led by the last remaining tenth-level ascendant, Yueshen Xu, the grand moonchaser marshal. He was more than five centuries old, so he had begun deteriorating in power; however, he was still rather powerful in his own right.

He had thought that this deployment was a mere show of force to intimidate, rather than start an actual battle. The order was ridiculous to him, too, but he had no choice but to obey it. But after seeing the hundred thousand heads, blood burst like a fountain from his mouth. His face was red like a pig's liver, flushed with anger. Tianming had offered them a most infuriating ultimatum, but everyone knew it wasn't a real choice, but a provocation. Losing a hundred thousand of their kin to a lower world and being humiliated by this brat was something that was hard for the prideful divine moonrace to swallow; he felt far more anger than fear.

"The death of a hundred thousand?"

"How's that possible? Who did it?"

They were all shaken by the sight, only just starting to believe the reality of the situation after blood was spilled. Tianming pointed his sword at them, awaiting their final choice. The divine moonrace couldn't see the countless threads connected to him, backed by his subjects. He wasn't fighting alone, but with the power of his entire kin! Their power filled the providence swords and the entire dynasty's luck was focused on him alone.

"Will you stay and fight, or will you scram?" Tianming smirked coldly. His gaze and expression drew all three hundred thousand pairs of angry eyes at him as he had planned. Whether they fought or ran, the most important thing was that they directed their animosity at him.

"Kill him!" at least a hundred thousand of them jeered and roared.

"Very good." Killing a hundred thousand in one go still wasn't enough. "I'll make sure the divine moonrace won't dare to come down in the coming thousand years!"

This was the second time he would use the power of all sentient beings. It would be much easier to deal with them as a group than if they were dispersed across the continent. He didn't need to wait for them to start, either, but began slaughtering straight away. That instant, Myriadsword Providence rapidly blasted outward like heavy rainfall. The swords formed a storm of destruction that swallowed up the divine moonrace. Each sword had the power of Tianming and his subjects, and they were as strong as the ten godswords themselves. The swords rained through many meaty targets even when Tianming didn't bother changing their directions. Flashes of blood and cries of pain were all over the place. Like before, divine corpses rained down and splattered all over the continent.

"Are you coming down or not?" Tianming said with a hearty smile. He had become their nightmare once more. The attacks were simply too ferocious and rapid! Before they even had a grasp of the situation, they would be pierced through the heart and head. Most weren't even able to manifest their totems in time, either.

"What?!"

"Run!"

"What’re these swords? Totems?"

It was an unbelievable sight. The entire group of invaders fell into unending chaos and nobody could hear Yueshen Xu's orders amidst the cacophony. He had ordered them to scatter, but the ones at the rear were already doing so without his say-so. However, their disorganized scattering only caused them to run into each other or their huge totems.

"Do you understand now, divine moonrace? The more you send, the more will die!" The onslaught continued nonstop. There were far too many enemies and they could hardly see where Tianming was amongst the huge crowd. In the previous battle in the orderian cauldron, Tianming had Lan Huang and Xian Xian out, but this was different. Not to mention, his totemic calamity caused his totems to scatter into countless discrete units without a specific concentration at any single location.

"Where is he?!"

"What in the world?!"

"Kill him!"

"But how? We can't even see him!"

Their first reaction to seeing the hundred thousand heads was anger, but when they started falling like flies without even seeing where Tianming was, terror began to grip their hearts.

"What kind of trick is this?"

"There's already a hundred thousand dead! It's too big of a deal! We have to retreat and report to Her Majesty!"

"Stop lingering here! Either we go down or we go back up!"

There were quite a few who were still levelheaded, but it was pointless. Fewer than a dozen could hear what they were saying.

"Marshal! We'll die if we don't leave!"

Just like that, twenty thousand more died from the barrage. Tianming acted as ruthlessly as he could to let the fear sink in for good. They began scattering, but that also meant they wouldn't be able to swarm Tianming and overwhelm him. There was no winning this battle for them.

More and more of them were torn up by the waves of swords and fell to the continent. They were helpless against Tianming when fighting in the cosmic aether. They could either use this chance to punish the Flameyellow Continent or retreat. After an agonizing decision, Yueshen Xu ordered a full retreat.

"There's too many unknowns about that brat! We still don't know how he managed to kill everyone that split up in the world below! If all of us go down there and get killed, our race will be doomed!" Yueshen Xu was trying his best to regain control of his army.

"Retreat!"

"The marshal has ordered a full retreat!"

While the divine moonrace might have been reluctant to obey such an order in the beginning, a hundred and thirty thousand of them had already fallen. Tianming didn't seem the least bit worn out and continued slaughtering away at full efficiency. If this went on, all three hundred thousand of them would be wiped out, especially when they had no way of pinpointing where he was and stopping him.

"Don't stay here—run! More than a hundred thousand are already dead, and we'll be next!"

They were so afraid that their organs were anxiously pulsing. They had too many questions, each one scarier than the last. They quickly fled, completely abandoning any semblance of a formation they’d originally had. The sheer number of fleeing people would give the wrong impression that an army was going to invade the moon.

"Did I say you could run?" Tianming smirked and gathered his providence swords, then chased the remaining two hundred or so thousand of them. This battle would shock Orderia if they were there to witness it. The entire way, Tianming gave chase. Killing them was even easier with their backs facing him.

He didn't dare to even count the number of people that died on the continent today. He felt really bad about it, and couldn't shake the blame even if it was a disaster they couldn't have hoped to avoid. The rage he had toward the divine moonrace was the same the whole way through. Not to mention, he wasn't just acting on his own behalf right now; he was merely representing his people and executing their will to appease their shared anger. As the divine moonrace army was scattering and retreating, few were able to stop his providence swords.

"Die!"

All of them could hear the angry cries coming from the continent. The cries were so loud they almost shook their innards and caused them to vomit blood. Corpses continued falling like raindrops. Today would be a nightmare none of them would wish to relive. As Tianming had planned, many of them were traumatized by the world below them.

"Remember! This isn't a place you're welcome to be!" While normal mortal worlds were lower than stellunar worlds, the Flameyellow Continent was no doubt a special place. "Anyone who still dares to offend my dynasty shall perish!"