Daqin Zhentiansi

Zhang Yuan stood atop the fallen remains of the Demon God Tree, his black robe fluttering in the billowing smoke and blood.

His gaze swept across the scorched earth of Fusang, soaked in demonic blood and filled with wails. His cold, lifeless decree, like the clash of icy iron from the depths of hell, resounded in the ears of every living being.

"Slaughter!"

The moment a word is uttered, it becomes destiny!

"promise--!!!!"

Three hundred thousand iron cavalry from the Eastern Frontier responded with a thunderous roar, their shouts shaking the clouds and shattering the haze.

With his eyes bloodshot, Lei Ming raised his battle sword and led his fierce soldiers, who had just shattered the core of the demon's nest and were covered in blood, like a red-hot iron crushing rotten flesh, to begin the most brutal purge!
Slaughter Hell!

The entire island of Fusang was instantly transformed into a living hell!
Black armor surged like waves, its murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

Iron hooves shattered ruins, blades tore apart twisted demonic bodies. The demonized sirens exploded into a stench of flesh under the barrage of heavy crossbow bolts.

The surviving Fusang demon cultivators roared as they formed an array, but under the dense, locust-like charge of the warhorses, they were trampled into mud along with the demon array.

The soldiers who were not yet fully corrupted fell like harvested straw before the cold army formation, their wails and curses instantly drowned out by the roar of the steel torrent!

Demonic blood gathered into streams, which then converged into a thick, foul river, flowing through the shattered valley!

In the sky, the demonic energy that had been dispersed by the malevolent aura regrouped, only to be stained with an even deeper crimson of despair.

The dense, almost tangible, blood-red mist obscured the sunlight. The continent seemed unable to withstand this boundless carnage; the earth cracked inch by inch, emitting muffled groans.

Giant rocks collapsed from the edge of the island and plunged into the Demon Sea, stirring up towering, turbulent waves!
The very foundation of the immortal island trembled!
The clone of Bai Qi, standing beside the Sky-Splitting Cannon, had its cold, blood-red eyes, which were used to seeing seas of blood and had once slaughtered millions, contract slightly at this moment, a rare occurrence!
Beneath his feet, the originally stable vortex of crimson malevolent energy was slightly disrupted by the soaring killing intent and resentment below.

The battlefield below wasn't a battle at all, but rather...

Complete and indiscriminate annihilation!
Every Qin soldier transformed into a brutal killing machine, their efficiency chilling. The air echoed not only with the sounds of blades piercing flesh, but also with the mournful cries of the souls as the will of the entire island was crushed.

Even a killing god like him needs to be bound by specific battlefields and military orders.

Zhang Yuan's order to "slaughter them all" was extremely ruthless and decisive. He used the entire island of Fusang as a sacrifice to forcibly boost the military might of the Qin Dynasty. Furthermore, he used the endless demonic blood and malevolent energy to suppress the earth's ley line demonic energy, completely severing any chance of Fusang's resurgence!
"What a ruthless strategy to eradicate the root of the problem...what a domineering method of training an army!" Bai Qi muttered to himself, a genuine sense of shock and...admiration flashing in his blood-red eyes.

The cries of agony and destruction on Fusang Island ultimately attracted a terrifying being!

"Roar--!!!"

From the direction of the Guixu Sea Eye, a roar far more terrifying than before, seemingly containing the fury of the entire abyss, tore through the heavens!
The three evil treasures—the Filthy Demon Cauldron, the Bone Spear, and the Twisted Demon Banner—that had been suppressed by Pei Lie and Yin Jiuyou and held firmly in place by the power of the Soul-Eating Demon Crystal and the Return to the Void, suddenly erupted with unprecedented evil light under the mad attraction of endless resentment and their extraterrestrial counterparts!
"Puff puff!"

Pei Lie, Yin Jiuyou, and tens of thousands of sword cultivators who were in charge of the formation all coughed up blood at the same time, and the light of the Sword Prison Formation dimmed instantly like a candle in the wind!
The Three Evil Treasures forcibly broke free from the shackles of the Reversal of Return to the Void, linked together, and transformed into a filthy beam of light, entangled with the curses of billions of vengeful souls and powerful enough to pierce through reincarnation, tearing open the void!

The target is Fusang Island, which is currently in decline!
Wherever the beam of light passed, space shattered like fragile glass, forming a passage paved with filthy blood and vengeful spirits!

A demonic claw, covered in dark gold evil patterns and with nails as large as mountains, emerged from the cracked abyss, carrying a terrifying pressure that could reverse time and wither creation.

Following the path opened by the beams of the Three Evil Treasures, it fiercely grabbed down at Zhang Yuan above Fusang Island!

With just the projection of the claw, the entire Boundless Sea seemed to freeze, and even the churning eyes of the Guixu Sea froze for a moment!
A powerful demon, surpassing even the previous beings of lava and the abyss.

Its projection, carrying the might of Heaven's Mandate to sever all aid, descended!

Faced with this colossal claw capable of crushing stars, Zhang Yuan's eyes blazed with chaotic light!
He neither dodged nor avoided, but stomped heavily on his foot!
The remains of the Demon God Tree crumbled into dust with a deafening roar!
His entire being transformed into a gray meteor shooting against the sky!
The Dinghai Halberd was no longer an inanimate object. The dormant Yu the Great's will to suppress the sea resonated completely with the chaotic true essence within Zhang Yuan's body, as if it had transformed into the backbone that created the world!

"Go back—!" Zhang Yuan's roar was even deeper than the raging tide of the Ruins!

His arms were bulging with muscles, and he poured his chaotic true essence into the halberd without reservation, thrusting it out towards the giant claw that was tearing the heavens and earth apart!
This isn't a slash, it's a stab!
He gathered all his energy and spirit, combined the remaining bloodthirsty fighting spirit of the 300,000 iron cavalry below, mobilized the profound foundation of the Xuanwu Emperor, and even drew upon the power of the entire sea area that had just been soaked in the blood of the Fusang demon and locked by the Xuanwu army formation!

"Sizzle—Boom!!!"

The moment the halberd tip pierced out, the space in front of it couldn't withstand the force and collapsed inward, forming a gray hole that swallowed everything!

A blindingly sharp, chaotic light shone from the core of the gray hole, crashing headlong into the outstretched claw of the demon!
The moment of contact!
Time seemed to stand still!

There was no dramatic explosion as expected!

Only a silent annihilation ripple spread out instantly from the point of impact!

Where the ripples passed, space peeled away like a mirror, revealing the deep, cold void turbulence behind it!

The billions of vengeful spirits entwined in the demon's claws vanished into nothingness before they could even utter a wail!

The dark gold evil runes flickered and shattered wildly!
The enormous projected claw, like ice thrown into a furnace, crumbled and collapsed inch by inch, starting from its fingertips!
"Ow—!"

A roar of extreme agony echoed from the depths of the alien abyss!
The cracked passage shook violently and was torn apart!
at the same time--

"puff!"

On the battlefield below, Zhang Yuan's body trembled violently, his black robe fluttered without wind, and a trace of pale golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The backlash is equally ferocious!

However, the claw of the Heavenly Fate Demon projection, which was powerful enough to crush the Immortal Island, was actually pierced and shattered by his halberd, forcing it back into the abyss!

All this happened in a flash!

Above the sky, Bai Qi's clone's unchanging face froze completely!
In those bloodshot eyes, there was no longer fear or amusement, but rather—

An unprecedented and shocking experience!
What did he see?
That was a demonic projection comparable to the power of a fourth-level Saint Realm cultivator!
Even though it was projected across the endless void, its power was beyond what ordinary Saint Realm cultivators could withstand!

Zhang Yuan, a marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty still embroiled in war, actually used his mortal body to draw upon the power of mountains, rivers, and seas, condensing a chaotic strike to completely shatter the claw projection head-on!
This is no longer about leveraging external forces or using techniques!
This is a domineering force that breaks the law with brute force, shaking heaven and earth!

That resolute determination and power that encompassed the entire battlefield's will and pierced through the barriers of the void caused even the Martial Lord of An, who had once terrified the heavens with his slaughter, to feel a tremor deep in his soul!
"Chaos...all laws return to one, what a splendid Zhang Qingyang!" Bai Qi's deep voice carried an undisguised surge of emotion for the first time. "After this battle, who else but you will be the leader of the military strategists of the Nine Provinces!"

The shattered void passages were rapidly closing, with only the final, resentful echoes of the demon's will reverberating above the collapsing Fusang Island, like an apocalyptic curse, seeping into the souls of everyone present.

"Your name... is already engraved on the Nine Netherworld Stele! When my true form descends... I will surely..."

Before the words were finished, they were completely engulfed by the churning demonic blood mist and the victory horns.

At the eye of the Guixu Sea, the light of the Sword Prison Formation shone brightly again, appearing even more sinister. Pei Lie and Yin Jiuyou suppressed their injuries and locked onto the three evil treasures whose aura had weakened.

The collapse of Fusang Island continued, the wailing gradually subsided, and only the roar of the Qin cavalry trampling the wreckage remained, proclaiming the complete demise of this demonic island.

Zhang Yuan stood atop the ruins, his black robe stained with dust, his back like a spear, his eyes coldly fixed on the remaining void rift.

The halberd pointed diagonally, its tip shimmering with chaotic light, a silent, chilling aura that shook the heavens. (End of Chapter)