CHAPTER 411: CHAPTER 411: HOW DARE MERE ANTS RECKLESSLY CLAIM HEAVENLY DESTINY?!

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao admired the giant bronze cauldron, towering over ten meters high like a divine object suppressing the heavens and earth, unable to resist nodding in satisfaction.

At this moment, Bai Linglong quietly walked behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Commander, Yi Lianzhen has already led the army into the Western Regions. In about three days, they will make contact with us."

Taking the tablet Bai Linglong handed over, Zhu Haomiao smirked slightly upon seeing the satellite map showing the enemy’s trajectory.

"Understood, prepare for engagement."

"Yes."

Three days later, a rolling dust storm rose at the horizon’s edge; a rugged and sturdy army approached the city slowly, with their overwhelming killing intent felt from afar.

"I have returned!"

Stepping once again on the soil of the East, Yi Lianzhen gazed towards his hometown, memories of parting words to his three sons flashed through his mind, bringing a deep sorrow to his heart.

Who could have imagined, that would be a farewell forever...

But he quickly crushed this emotion, as thin golden threads appeared in the deep pupils of the mighty centaur, soon dyeing his eyes a pure gold color.

Humanity dissipated, the cold and desolate divinity dominated his soul, Yi Lianzhen felt the entanglement of fate, his sight crossing vast time and space to meet the gaze of an extraordinarily handsome, malevolent young boy.

Across the great distance, they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, both inadvertently revealing smiles.

One was vicious and ferocious, the other calm and breezy.

Bang~

Without the slightest hesitation, Yi Lianzhen took down his golden longbow and shot an arrow instantly.

A piercing golden streak shot through the sky, appearing almost instantly before Zhu Haomiao.

A faint mystical light emerged from his brow, and adhering to his supernatural combat instincts, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand to catch the arrow precisely.

Sizzle~

However, the power contained in the arrow was beyond imagination, the shaft screeched with a metallic twist in his palm, writhing and struggling like a living creature until its head pierced the skin, exhausting its energy to a halt.

Withdrawing the arrow that had penetrated only shallowly into his flesh, Zhu Haomiao looked at the bloody pool on his body, feeling the throbbing of nerves, with a sickening crimson reflecting in his eyes.

Pain!

Pleasure!

Slaughter!

Destruction!

A bloodthirsty desire for destruction roared wildly, stirring great waves in the ocean of consciousness, the spiritual power bending reality, causing Zhu Haomiao’s black hair to float gently, swaying like seaweed in the ocean.

Visible crimson particles rose and simmered, condensing on his body into a flickering blood-red flame; fine arcs of golden electricity flashed within the flame, exuding the imposing and savage aura of divinity.

The broken stones and dust around him within a radius of over ten meters seemed to lose weight and hovered slowly; even the residual energy made everyone retreat step by step, making the weakest, Hu Lan, almost fall down, but he mustered all his strength not to kneel, fearfully and tensely looking toward the distant army.

The great Yi Lianzhen Khan!

Please, you must defeat this terrible monster, and save the people of the grassland!

Silently praying in his heart, Hu Lan’s vision suddenly blurred, as the overwhelming pressure lightened considerably, and the sinister figure vanished.

Boom!

The next second, a golden-red mushroom cloud slowly rose in the distance, the blinding light making Hu Lan unable to open his eyes.

A few seconds later, a substantial shockwave swept through, stabbing and trembling his internal organs in pain, followed by a thunderous explosion resounding in his ears.

Rumble~

The long, violent echo shook the world, making the atmosphere hum and tremble within a few hundred miles.

Forcing his eyes open to look, in Hu Lan’s slowly widening pupils, a terrifying Dharma Form, spanning the heavens and the earth with three heads and six arms, slowly coalesced, roaring excitedly as if a living entity.

"Roar!"

Seeing the Dharma Form several times larger than before, Hu Lan’s mind flashed with an absurd thought.

Could it be that the monster hadn’t been using its full strength all along?!

Meanwhile, Zhu Haomiao’s Eight-sided Han Sword clashed with Yi Lianzhen’s golden saber, both contrasting each other’s gazes without blinking.

"I am the conqueror of the world; I am the one destined by heavenly fate!"

A viscous divine energy, like liquid gold, leaked from Yi Lianzhen’s eyes, turning into blazing golden flames flickering unsteadily.

The entire world moved according to his will, infinite energy pouring into his body out of thin air, pushing his power to limitless heights.

Hearing the layered whispers resonating like the screams of millions, Zhu Haomiao let out a grim smile, the bloodlight in his pupils gushing forth.

"You worthless ant, dare to proclaim heavenly fate before me?!"

"You know nothing of power!"

[Anger]!

For the first time releasing the power of [Anger] at LV.9 unrestrained, Zhu Haomiao’s longsword suddenly shook, spitting out an unruly ferocity that instantly sent the stalemating Yi Lianzhen crashing into the earth as a streak of light.

Boom!

Watching a hundred-meter tall hill explode into a storm of rubble, Zhu Haomiao stood tall in mid-air, the [Asura King] Dharma Form behind him, six arms spread wide, covering the sky like an ancient deity had returned to the mortal realm.

Gazing up at the imposing Dharma Form spanning across the natural world, even the most stubborn centaur warriors couldn’t help but feel despair, wanting to kneel involuntarily.

Such an existence should not belong to this world!

That was a deity that mortal beings could not look upon!

In merely an instant of contact, the scattered spiritual light from Zhu Haomiao crushed the fighting spirit of hundreds of thousands of warriors, flickering like candles in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

But just as they were lost in despair, a golden beam of light pierced through heaven and earth, anchoring their spirits like a giant stabilizing pillar.

In the center of the massive beam, a muscular figure filled with a violent sense of beauty floated upwards.

Sleek contours emerged with runes, manifestations of divine law, densely covering every inch of his skin.

Bang bang~

Four hooves struck golden sparks in the void, Yi Lianzhen raised his head, with blazing pure golden flames pouring out of his eyes as if no flesh and blood were left under his skin, only endless grand energy!

Swish~

Raising the golden sabers to the left and right, Yi Lianzhen kicked off with four hooves, the twin blades crossing into golden streaks aimed at Zhu Haomiao’s neck.

The pathological thrill dominated his mind once more, and following his instincts, Zhu Haomiao released his hold on the Eight-sided Han Sword, merging it into himself with a trace of profound light, raising his hands bare to grasp at the golden glint.

Tss-lah~

"Roar!"

A deafening roar echoed across the battlefield, with the [Asura King] Dharma Form stumbling back a step, its two arms severed at the elbows, with thick liquid resembling lava gushing out of the wounds like living creatures.

The scalding golden-red liquid evaporated into nothingness before reaching the ground, raising the temperature within several kilometers rapidly, shrouding everything within in a layer of hazy and distorted air.