“Good strength.”
The black-clad man spoke.
“Unfortunately—”
As the words fell, the hand that was gripping the hammer handle gave a slight tremor.
An indescribably terrifying force instantly transmitted along the weapon shaft.
Xiang Tian’s savage grin froze.
He suddenly felt like what he was holding was not a hammer—
but a volcano on the verge of eruption!
“Crack!”
Both of his tiger mouths split open at the same time.
Blood sprayed wildly.
The two thousand-jin war hammers flew out of his hands.
They traced two arcs through the air.
“BOOM!”
“BOOM!”
They crashed heavily onto the ground a hundred paces away, creating two deep pits.
Xiang Tian’s enormous body was forced backward by the rebound force.
With every step back, a deep footprint was stamped into the hard stone ground.
He retreated more than ten steps before barely stabilizing himself.
He looked down at his blood-soaked hands.
His mind went completely blank.
The black-clad man slowly withdrew his hand.
He didn’t even glance at Xiang Tian.
He casually tossed aside the ancient longsword he had been holding in his other hand.
“Clang.”
The sword hit the ground with a crisp sound.
It rang like a silent slap across the faces of Xiang Liang and all the coalition generals.
He disliked that sword.
He felt that even using a sword was bullying the opponent.
After that motion—
The black-clad figure moved.
One step forward.
The ground beneath his feet shattered violently.
His entire body turned into a black afterimage, instantly appearing in front of Xiang Tian.
No techniques.
No finesse.
Just a punch.
A simple, direct punch.
That struck toward Xiang Tian’s chest.
Xiang Tian didn’t even have time to react.
All he saw was a fist growing larger and larger in his vision.
“BOOM!!!”
A dull explosion, like a siege hammer smashing a city gate.
The terrifying muscles on Xiang Tian’s body—comparable to iron armor—collapsed inward instantly under that strike.
He lowered his head.
He saw a deep fist imprint in his chest.
“Crack… crack…”
He could clearly hear the sound of his chest bones shattering.
“PFFT—”
A massive mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments sprayed out.
His mountain-like body was sent flying like a broken sack.
He was blasted dozens of meters backward through the air.
He crashed heavily into the coalition formation.
“BOOM!”
Dust filled the air.
More than ten nearby soldiers were directly crushed into meat paste by his massive body.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
These three questions were all that remained in Xiang Tian’s mind as he lay in the human-shaped crater.
His proud divine strength… was a joke in front of this man.
He was the monster.
Then what was this man…?
The entire battlefield—300,000 coalition soldiers—fell into dead silence.
Everyone stared at the black-clad figure standing before Hangu Pass.
He walked step by step toward the fallen Xiang Tian.
His pace was slow and steady.
With every step, his aura rose by a level.
An invisible pressure began to spread outward.
The air grew heavy.
Even the sunlight seemed to dim.
Faintly, golden dragon-like currents of energy coiled and roared around him.
He stopped at the edge of the crater Xiang Tian had created.
Looking down from above at the dying monster inside.
He finally spoke.
His voice was not loud—but it clearly echoed across the entire battlefield.
“This is my world.”
“When did it become the turn of you insects to run wild here?”
My?
That single word was like a divine thunderbolt from the Ninth Heaven, striking every person’s soul.
Especially Xiang Liang!
His whole body trembled as if struck by lightning.
He stared fixedly at that figure.
That tall, young back.
That somewhat familiar silhouette.
Finally—it completely overlapped with the image from twenty years ago.
That figure who stood above all realms, forcing him to kneel and look up in fear.
“No…”
“No… impossible…”
Xiang Liang’s lips trembled, his face as pale as paper.
He pointed at that figure as if he had seen the most terrifying ghost in existence.
His voice turned into a shrill, inhuman scream.
“Impossible!”
“Ying Zheng is clearly about to die! He’s an old, dying man!!”
“Who are you?!”
“Who exactly are you?!”
His voice was hysterical.
Inside the deep pit—
Xiang Tian heard his uncle’s roar.
With his last remaining strength, he let out a final furious howl and leapt up from the ground.
Like a mad bear, he charged at the black-clad man with his final burst of frenzy.
“DIE!!!”
The black-clad man didn’t even look down at him.
He simply raised his foot casually.
And stepped down.
“BOOM!!!”
That step felt like it shattered mountains and rivers.
Xiang Tian’s enormous head was struck directly by the stomp.
All his roars, madness, and unwillingness—everything—came to an abrupt stop in that instant.
His body was slammed back into the ground by an unstoppable force.
The earth trembled once again.
A deeper, more terrifying crater appeared in the ground.
At the center of the pit—
Xiang Tian’s massive body still twitched slightly.
But his head had completely vanished.
It had been forcibly stomped into the depths of the earth.
The black-clad man stood there, one foot on the corpse of the giant.
He slowly raised his head.
For the first time, his gaze swept across the 300,000 coalition army.
That gaze held no anger, no killing intent.
Only absolute indifference.
The indifference of a god looking down upon ants.
“I…”
“will give you all a chance—to kneel and beg for death.”
On the city wall.
Ying Ziye had been leaning over the battlements, watching with great interest.
Seeing his father finish showing off, he immediately grabbed the iron loudspeaker and shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Hey!”
His clear child’s voice echoed across the battlefield.
“Everyone below!”
“That’s me… no, that’s my dad!”
Ying Ziye’s face was full of bright smiles.
“Surprised?!”
“Unexpected?!”
He didn’t forget to add:
“Father Emperor! Remember to leave a few alive for questioning! I want to see how much good stuff they’re still hiding!”
Clang.
Clang… clatter…
At the front of the coalition army, weapons fell to the ground.
Then a second, a third…
A chain reaction spread.
Some soldiers’ legs went weak, and they instinctively began stepping back.
The formation started to collapse.
“NO RETREAT!”
Xiang Liang, looking utterly insane, drew his sword with a shing.
He pointed it at that godlike figure and roared with all his strength.
“He’s fake!”
“It’s Qin sorcery! Illusion magic!”
“ALL TROOPS—CHARGE!!!”
His eyes were blood-red, his voice twisted.
“KILL HIM!!!”
“Whoever kills him!”
“Ten thousand gold! A marquisate of ten thousand households!!!”
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