Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1767 -Azureosul Sword Mountain-Omniscient Threads

Chapter 1767 – Azureosul Sword Mountain, Omniscient Threads

Under the protection of the Azuresky Myriadsword Formation, the Azurecloud warriors led by Tianming underwent a drastic shift, charging toward the celestial orderians like a sharp sword.

“Stand fast! Kill!!” After the initial shock wore off, Li Xuanyang finally reacted. He couldn’t believe it. “There is no way decabanes exist. He must have used some sort of illusion. It’s nothing but a trick. It’s useless. Their counterattack is merely a dying flash. Brothers and sisters, let’s send them to hell! Taking down the bastard Li Tianming and the bitch Whitedragon Empress will be the greatest contribution!” Tianming’s appearance was also an opportunity for them. Li Xuanyang had responded rather quickly, successfully reigniting their ferocity. Through squinted eyes, he watched the enemy with disdain. A counterattack at death’s door usually ended in failure.

“Come on then!”

“Come to your doom!”

“Leave that decabane genius to General Yang to expose his lies. These fools will be even more desperate.”

They burst into laughter.

At that moment, the sharp blade that was the Azurecloud warriors pierced the celestial orderian army, slamming into their totems. Tianming unleashed his first totemic calamity, Myriadsword Providence. In the face of these ordinary constelliers, the decapath era godswords attacked with full force for the first time, transforming into a sea of swords and forming a monstrous wave that collided with the celestial orderians’ totems head on. Tianming ripped a bloody path through the totemancer army. Amidst the drizzle of flesh and blood, the young man’s white hair turned crimson. Of course, none of it was his blood. The grade-nine Godsin in his hand was an artifact of slaughter. Like a death ray, he plunged into the crowd. Where the sword descended, heads fell. Several high-ranking fifth- and sixth-level solarians that tried to block him were slain on the spot. His sword contained the Galactic Godsin, a deadly poison that harvested lives. Combined with seven kinds of grade-eight divine hazard sword ki, Tianming was every low-level cultivator’s nightmare; no one could kill as fast as him. With a wave of his sword, sword ki burst out, splitting apart hundreds of cultivators at the waist. Although many tried to kill him, they were shredded to pieces by the sea of swords that formed a vortex around him. This wasn’t the wondersky realm, but a real battlefield. In just a short period of time, heads were piled up on the ground, dead eyes staring at him in astonishment, unable to rest in peace.

They all wondered the same thing. Isn’t he in his twenties? Isn’t he a young genius? How is he killing these hundred-year-old cultivators?

In terms of efficiency, Tianming was faster and more ferocious than Long Wanying and Gujian Qingshuang. His was the sword of kings, but also a lethal weapon. With the Galactic Godsin, Tianming didn’t have to keep attacking. Once unleashed, it would spread until their bodies fell to the ground. The sword was Skywolf’s most powerful weapon. It was created for the battlefield, born to be every opponent’s nightmare.

Countless attacks fell on Tianming and his lifebound beasts. The appearance of his two sovereign beasts sent shivers up their spines. The people of Azurecloud were even more excited, their blood boiling with passion, causing Tianming’s Omnisentient Threads to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. As their savior, he assumed his original role in Flameyellow, becoming Azurecloud’s only hope after their confrontation with mortal danger.

Even if the Omnisentient Threads couldn’t compare to those he gained on Violetglory, those in the battlefield were all top experts, constelliers and above. Their average strength surpassed that of the billion Violetglorians.

“I was born for this moment!!” Blood surged in his chest like magma. Through the Primordial God-Emperor’s legacy, the will of the Azurecloud warriors gathered in his divine will through the inheritance of the Primordial God-Emperor, causing it to grow without end. On the battlefield, Tianming resembled a human-shaped sun. With the speed at which he killed, he managed to slaughter five thousand opponents in a short period of time. Even without the help of Long Wanying and the others, Tianming dominated the battlefield with his lethality, which proved the authenticity of his bane-rings. However, he didn’t think it was enough!

The subsequent Omnisentient Threads were the most moving return from his compatriots for risking death. Tianming knew in his heart that as soon as he revealed the decapath era godswords, the sun emperor would definitely kill him. However, apart from his totems, Tianming was able to draw the contradictions of the entire battlefield to himself at the moment the army’s spirit was defeated. Now, his efforts were rewarded by incomparably thick and sturdy Omnisentient Threads. The passionate, fiery response signified that they had handed over their lives and souls to Tianming—how could he remain unmoved? When the burning flames from the people shone on Tianming, he understood the difference between salvation and glory. In this moment when they were all in battle, his significance lay in salvation.

“Kill him!”

“Attack! Kill the bastard!”

The celestial orderians had originally planned to leave Tianming to Li Xuanyang, but were terrified by the actual fight. Seeing the corpses of their compatriots piling up around the bloodsoaked man, countless powerful fighters from the Xuanyang Army besieged him. They knew that the fall of Tianming, Azurecloud’s pillar, would be more effective than killing Long Wanying. Their totemic calamities and weapons spelled danger for him; after all, his new Omnisentient Threads were still in their initial stages. Tianming fought with only his own strength. Long Wanying and the others managed to block some of the deadly threats so that he was able to control the situation with his prime wonder.

A thunderous noise resounded across the battlefield. Tianming’s prime wonder manifested as a tower, protecting him and his lifebound beasts. Relying on that, the Greenspark Tower, and its own thick hide, Lan Huang fearlessly charged ahead and sent countless celestial orderians flying.

A million-strong army had been completely disrupted by Tianming.

“Lan Huang, Prime Mountain!!”

As the prime wonder initiated the nova source around it, the formation on Tianming’s body operated at its fullest and a white, nine-story tower thousands of meters tall appeared atop Lan Huang’s head, as majestic as a divine artifact.