Chapter 657: Kill Them All

Chapter 657 -653: Kill Them All

RUMBLE!

The golden long spear was like a Divine Weapon in the hands of the Deities.

Its appearance tore through the void directly, causing the surrounding space to tremble and rip apart.

Terrifying spatial storms howled and raged, like ferocious and dreadful dragons of fury, spreading out in all directions.

Wherever the spatial storms passed, they left a trail of devastation.

The terrifying might emanating from the three-hundred-meter-long, golden Judgement Divine Spear swept more than half of the Centaur Race’s main camp into a zone of annihilation.

Countless buildings collapsed, turning to dust.

The earth quaked violently, cracking from the center and spreading outward in all directions, as if after an earthquake.

The soil churned, and the land buckled into mounds.

The heaving ground was like a Giant Beast opening its massive maw, swallowing members of the Centaur Race into the earth and grinding them into nothingness.

Ma Tengtian and the other experts naturally saw this scene.

Their eyes were wide with fury. The dead were all members of the Centaur Race, the lifeblood of their thriving clan.

But now, these clansmen were dying horribly in the aftershock of their own attack. How could they not feel their hearts ache?

‘No, these sacrifices are worth it. As long as we kill Hong Yu, all of this will be worth it!’ Ma Tengtian roared inwardly, consoling himself.

At the same time, the Judgement Divine Spear had already reached Hong Yu.

The spatial storms howled toward him, coalescing into terrifying dragons of wind that bared their fangs and brandished their claws, threatening to tear him apart.

Hong Yu stood in the void.

The pressure and fluctuations coming from the Holy Divine Spear made him feel a trace of shock and apprehension. This was an attack that could threaten his life, an attack that could erase him from existence.

‘Under these circumstances, I can’t even use Electric Flash. The spatial storms have already destabilized the area. If I use it rashly, there’s no telling where I’ll be transported,’ Hong Yu thought. His expression was solemn, but his mind was exceptionally calm.

The more dangerous the moment, the more important it was to remain calm.

Electric Flash was, at its core, a Space Transfer Technique.

Now that the space was disrupted by the void storms, a reckless transfer might send him right into their center.

That would be a situation of certain death.

As for using other methods to block it, that was clearly unrealistic.

Holy Judgment truly lived up to its name as a Forbidden Combat Skill.

Its power was simply too terrifying.

‘It seems I have no choice but to activate Rashomon again!’

At this thought, Hong Yu took a deep breath of the violent air, his gaze gradually calming.

The dark golden flames on the surface of his body slowly receded, returning within him.

His eyes, too, returned to their normal clarity.

BUZZ!

He pushed the Profound Skill, the Primordial Gang Fighting Technique, to its absolute limit. Terrifying Infinite Primordial Power surged toward the Rashomon in the center of his Dantian.

A faint golden light flowed over his body, and the brilliant golden radiance made Hong Yu look like a Golden Armored War God.

BOOM!

A golden gate rushed out from his Dantian.

This golden gate was, of course, Rashomon.

It wasn’t very large when it first appeared, only about the size of a palm. But as Hong Yu continuously channeled the Primordial Gang Fighting Technique and the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Technique into it, Rashomon began to transform.

It grew larger and larger.

From its original palm-size, it swelled to over a hundred feet tall in the blink of an eye.

It was still growing.

Sweat beaded on Hong Yu’s forehead as he finally pushed it to a height of a thousand feet.

This was the absolute limit of what Hong Yu could currently achieve.

CLANG!

Rashomon slammed down, blocking the path before him.

The surface of the golden Rashomon was covered in strange rune patterns. Each rune seemed to contain a Great Dao, making it exceptionally bizarre and powerful, and it exuded an ancient, weathered aura.

Rashomon had once suppressed the starry sky; it was one of the gates of a supreme Divine City.

It was once incomparably glorious.

Although it had now fallen, cast down from the Divine City, shattered and broken, it was no longer at its Peak.

But it was still powerful!

With the thousand-foot-tall golden gate blocking his path, Hong Yu stood behind Rashomon, panting heavily. Blood trickled from his mouth—the backlash from the immense energy expenditure.

He took a Spirit Pill from his Storage Ring and swallowed it, replenishing the energy he had consumed to summon Rashomon.

Hong Yu narrowed his eyes and looked forward, watching the impending collision between the Judgement Divine Spear and Rashomon.

All of this seemed to happen slowly.

In reality, it all occurred in an instant. From the appearance of the Judgement Divine Spear to Hong Yu summoning Rashomon to stand before him, less than ten seconds had passed.

DONG!

The mighty Judgement Divine Spear contained the combined power of all the top experts of the Centaur Race.

It was powerful and sharp.

It carried the oppressive might of judgment.

It seemed capable of piercing through anything, of bringing Annihilation to the Chaos of the cosmos!

A golden light instantly soared into the sky, enveloping the world. Everyone was blinded by the dazzling radiance, unable to see what was happening, as if they had gone blind.

Only Hong Yu, relying on his Illusory Spirit Celestial Eyes, could witness everything.

When the Judgement Divine Spear, carrying the explosive spatial storm, crashed into Rashomon…

The runes on Rashomon seemed to awaken, as if a slumbering, irritable beast had been rudely disturbed, letting out a deep and furious roar.

The runes pulsed with golden light.

In the area dominated by the Luo Rune Seal, flashes of golden light pulsed and converged, forming an invincible Divine Statue.

The Divine Statue was branded onto Rashomon like a relief carving.

The Divine Statue’s closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

Divine light shot from its eyes as it abruptly extended a giant, golden hand. With a BOOM, it seized the Judgement Divine Spear, and the entire Rashomon began to tremble.

Immediately after, a colossal explosion that shook the heavens and the earth erupted.

BOOM!

Dark clouds rolled and thunder crackled everywhere, as if it were the end of the world.

The Judgement Divine Spear was brutally crushed by the giant golden hand. It shattered with a BANG, and the chaotic space gradually returned to calm.

At the same time,

the complexions of the several hundred Centaur Race experts turned deathly pale in unison. Their bodies trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

They had poured their Heart Spirits and power into the Forbidden Combat Skill, Holy Judgment.

The Judgement Divine Spear was connected to their bodies and minds, linked to their very Heart Spirits.

United in glory, united in ruin!

When the Judgement Divine Spear was crushed by the Divine Statue on Rashomon, they all suffered a severe backlash simultaneously.

Just as that War King had said earlier…

Using a Forbidden Combat Skill like “Holy Judgment” was a double-edged sword.

If it succeeded, they would naturally slay a powerful foe, securing victory for the Centaur Race and allowing their prosperity to continue.

But if it failed!

Then all the experts would suffer a backlash. This backlash was not only widespread, but more importantly, it was devastatingly powerful.

At best, their meridians would be severed and their Heart Spirits damaged. At worst, their Souls would collapse, and they would vanish from the world forever.

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!

One after another, the experts’ faces turned white as paper as blood shot from their bodies, falling to the ground like a rain of gore.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

These experts either had their meridians completely severed or died on the spot.

One by one, they fell from the sky like falling stars. Though they were now dead or severely injured, they had once been powerful experts of the War Race, and their bodies were incredibly tough.

Like boulders falling from a great height,

they smashed huge craters into the ground. Wails and screams rose and fell in waves.

Over seventy percent of the meridians in Ma Tengfei’s body were ruptured. His Battle Qi dissipated, his vital energy scattered beyond recovery. With his life force fading, he was on the brink of death.

Only by taking a Divine Medicine at this very moment could he be cured.

Otherwise, he would die even without Hong Yu having to lift a finger.

“Defeated? We were defeated?”

Ma Tengtian’s mouth twitched, a bitter expression on his face.

He never imagined he would end up in such a state. In his eyes, no matter how strong Hong Yu was, he was just a newly ascended True Dragon. How could he possibly contend with the proud leader of an entire race?

But now, reality had mercilessly shown him that Hong Yu’s power was beyond his comprehension.

His eyes revealed bitterness and helplessness. He forced his weakened body to move, but even the slightest motion sent heart-wrenching pain through him. He scanned his surroundings and saw that the once-thriving and prosperous Centaur Race was now a field of ruins, his people scattered and countless dead.

Their Peak fighting force was completely wiped out.

The only survivors were ordinary clan members. Once they lost the shelter of their experts, they wouldn’t last long in the True Dragon Battlefield—a world like that of beasts, where the weak were eliminated and the strong devoured the weak.

They would be devoured by Desolate Beasts, slaughtered by other War Races, or killed by human experts…

The Centaur Race, once so powerful and second only to the Four Great Tribes in the Central Area, was now headed for extinction.

There was only one root cause for all of this: greed.

Facing death, Ma Tengtian had a sudden realization. If he hadn’t coveted the Venerable Golden Bone, if he hadn’t coveted the treasures Hong Yu obtained as the Hundred Victory War God, if he hadn’t been blinded by hatred, if he hadn’t been so overconfident in his ability to capture Hong Yu…

Then…

The Centaur Race would still be living without a care.

They could have even developed slowly and eventually had the potential to catch up to the Four Great Tribes.

But now, everything was over!

Ma Tengtian was utterly despondent, as if he had lost his Soul. He stared blankly at the devastation, then looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of thick blood. “Cangtian! Why have you let the Centaur Race fall to such a state!”

“Disasters from heaven can be avoided, but one cannot escape the consequences of one’s own actions!”

Hong Yu descended from the sky.

Rashomon had already returned to his Dantian. This battle had taken a huge toll, and his combat power was greatly affected.

However, the Spirit Pills he’d popped into his mouth like candy were gradually being refined, and his body was slowly recovering. He stood in the air before Ma Tengtian, looking indifferently at the once-arrogant leader of the Centaur Race who had vowed to kill him. “From the look in your eyes, you must understand now why you’ve ended up in this situation, don’t you?”

“I understand. Haha, I understand it all…”

Ma Tengtian’s face was filled with bitterness.

As he was about to die and his race was on the verge of extinction, he had lost his former ambition and grand aspirations. He looked at Hong Yu. “Hong Yu, may I ask one thing of you?”

“Speak,”

Hong Yu said with a nod after a moment of silence.

Ma Tengtian glanced at the ravaged Centaur Race encampment, where some of the old, the weak, women, and children had survived. “I, Ma Tengtian, brought this upon myself. I don’t blame anyone for this outcome. But they are innocent. I beg you to spare them!”

“Fine,”

Hong Yu nodded.

He wasn’t a heartless madman.

If the Centaur Race hadn’t gone too far and nearly killed Chenxi, he wouldn’t have been so ruthless.

Even now, with the upper hand, he had no intention of wiping them all out or harming the old, the weak, the women, and the children.

Ma Tengtian looked at Hong Yu intently, clearly not expecting him to agree so readily. He gave a bitter laugh, then raised his palm and slammed it against his own head. With a BOOM, Ma Tengtian’s body exploded, and even his Primordial Spirit was instantly extinguished.

He was using his own death to ensure Hong Yu would keep his promise.

Hong Yu took a deep breath, feeling a little somber.

A dignified War Emperor, the leader of a race, had just died right before his eyes.

“You can go,”

Hong Yu said to the remaining old, weak, women, and children of the Centaur Race.

The survivors were overcome with gratitude toward Hong Yu. They scattered like birds and beasts, but just as they were about to leave, a cold voice suddenly rang out…

“Kill all of this trash that has tainted the bloodline of my Celestial Horse Race!”