The gigantic claw formed from black clouds tore open the sky.
It slammed viciously toward the tiny walls of Shang Commandery!
Pressure.
An indescribable pressure descended like a physical mountain crashing down.
Clang!
On the city wall, a Qin soldier’s halberd slipped from his hands and crashed onto the ground.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed, gasping desperately for air—yet unable to breathe anything in.
And he was not alone.
Hundreds upon hundreds of soldiers felt as though an invisible hand had gripped their hearts.
Warhorses let out miserable whinnies.
One after another, they collapsed to their knees, foaming at the mouth.
“HAHAHAHA!”
“Divine punishment! This is the Wolf God’s divine punishment!”
Tuman, still being held up by the guards, stared at the giant claw in the sky and burst into utterly mad laughter.
“You’re all going to die!”
“All of you will die!”
“Ying Zheng! Your empire! Your son! They’ll all be torn to pieces!!”
Meng Tian’s face was pale as paper.
He tried to draw his sword, only to discover his arm felt as heavy as a mountain.
“Archers…”
His voice trembled.
“Fire…”
But no one could move.
Fear gripped everyone by the throat.
“ROAR!!”
Wang Li’s eyes turned blood-red as he unleashed a beast-like roar with every ounce of strength in his body.
He forcibly straightened himself and pointed his sword at the sky.
“Come on!”
“Even if I die, your Grandpa Wang Li’s gonna knock one of your teeth loose first!”
Fusu did not shout.
Silently, he merely raised the bloodstained Qin sword across his chest.
His eyes locked onto the descending giant claw.
Calm.
Deathly calm.
Just then—
one figure stepped forward.
It was Ying Zheng.
He walked ahead of everyone else, right to the edge of the battlements.
He did not draw his sword.
He simply stood there, gazing upward at the heavens.
His black dragon robe whipped violently in the wind.
BOOM—
Centered around him, an invisible wave of domineering aura burst skyward.
The suffocating pressure was actually forced back.
The surrounding soldiers suddenly felt the crushing weight on their chests loosen, finally able to breathe again.
Ying Zheng did not turn around.
“Ying Ziye.”
His voice was steady.
“Get behind Father Emperor.”
A tiny greasy hand grabbed the corner of his robe.
Ying Ziye poked his little head out from behind him.
He could feel it.
The system inside his mind, silent for so long, was now vibrating like mad.
Not in warning.
In excitement.
Like a starving beast that had waited a thousand years and finally smelled the sweetest prey imaginable.
“Father Emperor.”
Ying Ziye lifted his little face and spoke in a childish voice.
“Take a few steps back. Don’t let the blood splatter onto you.”
He stretched out his tiny hands and shoved Ying Zheng’s back.
Ying Zheng did not move.
Instead, he turned and looked at his son.
“This thing…”
“Leave it to me.”
Ying Ziye grinned, revealing a mouthful of tiny white teeth.
“It’s just a mangy mutt without fur.”
“Your son will kill it for you.”
After saying that, he released Ying Zheng’s robe and wobble-walked to the edge of the wall.
Every eye focused upon that tiny figure.
An eight-year-old child.
Facing a god-like claw descending from the heavens.
What was he planning to do?
Ying Ziye rummaged around inside his oversized sleeve.
He searched for quite a while.
Then finally pulled out a black iron lump roughly the size of a fist.
It looked like an ugly pear.
Everyone froze.
What was that thing?
A toy?
Below the city, Modun also saw the scene.
The madness on his face froze for an instant.
Then turned into boundless ridicule and mockery.
Using a lump of iron to oppose divine power?
Ridiculous.
But Ying Ziye ignored all of it.
With one finger, he hooked a tiny metal ring at the top of the iron lump.
Then yanked hard.
Tssss—
A thin trail of white smoke began rising from it.
“To hell with you!”
Using every ounce of his tiny strength, Ying Ziye hurled the iron lump toward the giant claw in the sky.
The throw looked weak and floppy, completely lacking force.
The iron lump traced a crooked arc through the air.
Slow.
Low.
The mockery on Modun’s face deepened even further.
“Idiot…”
Modun had only just spoken those two words—
when the iron lump flying through the air exploded.
There was no sound.
At least, not at first.
A sun.
A white sun ten thousand times brighter than the midday sun suddenly erupted in the sky!
Light!
An indescribable brilliance powerful enough to pierce through everything!
At that moment, the world lost all color.
Only white remained.
Endless.
Pure.
A white light capable of annihilating all things!
“AAAAH!”
Countless soldiers atop the walls screamed miserably, instinctively clutching their eyes.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down their faces.
The tens of thousands of wolves below the city released even more horrifying shrieks.
They rolled frantically on the ground, clawing desperately at their own faces.
That enormous wolf claw covering the heavens—
the instant it touched the white light—
became like a chunk of ice tossed into a furnace.
It didn’t even last half a second.
Without a sound—
it melted.
Disintegrated.
As though it had never existed at all.
After the blinding light—
came the sound.
BOOOOOOM!!!
A thunderous explosion capable of tearing apart heaven and earth arrived belatedly.
The entire city of Shang Commandery shook violently from the blast.
“My eyes!”
“I can’t see anything!”
“My ears!!”
Whether Qin soldiers or wolves, everyone was plunged into temporary blindness and deafness.
Chaos erupted everywhere.
PFFT!
Below the city walls—
Modun suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of black blood.
Chunks of internal organs were mixed within it.
Blood burst simultaneously from all seven openings on his face.
“No… impossible…”
Using the last of his strength, he let out one final unwilling roar.
Then his body went limp, falling headfirst from the back of the giant black wolf.
The light gradually faded.
The noise slowly subsided.
The soldiers atop the walls shakily climbed back to their feet.
Rubbing their stinging eyes, they stared blankly at the sky.
The heavens had become clear once more.
The moon was still there.
So were the stars.
That terrifying giant claw—
had vanished.
Below the walls, the once-arrogant Modun lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, life or death unknown.
The wolf pack had descended into utter chaos as well.
They won?
Just like that?
One soldier stared blankly at the tiny figure standing beside the battlements.
The Ninth Young Master…
used one iron lump…
to blow up a god?
“We won!”
No one knew who shouted it first.
“We won!!”
“Long live the Ninth Young Master!”
“Long live His Majesty!”
Thunderous cheers exploded across the city walls!
The ecstasy of surviving disaster drove everyone nearly insane with joy.
Ying Zheng looked at that tiny back and smiled.
Tilting his head toward the heavens, he burst into booming laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Excellent!”
“As expected of my Qilin son!”
Just as everyone immersed themselves in the joy of victory—
RUMBLE!
The earth suddenly shook violently without warning.
The cheers stopped instantly.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE
The trembling grew stronger and stronger.
The city walls shook.
The ground cracked apart.
Everyone’s gaze turned toward the plains outside the city.
There, the giant black wolf Modun had ridden earlier was lying flat on the ground, letting out terrified whimpers.
The earth before it was bulging upward.
A massive fissure tore open across the prairie.
“ROOOOAR!!!”
A roar utterly inhuman, filled with ancient and primordial savagery, erupted from deep underground.
A claw.
A claw covered in black scales, larger than a siege ram, emerged from the crack.
It slammed into the ground.
Then—
a gigantic head slowly rose from beneath the earth.
It was a wolf.
A colossal wolf over thirty meters tall, like a living mountain.
It was not a phantom.
Every strand of fur.
Every muscle.
Was terrifyingly real.
Its two eyes burned with hellish crimson flames.
And those eyes locked directly onto Ying Ziye atop the city wall.
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