Chapter 389 - 28: Supreme Sword Heart, Suppressing an Army Alone

Chapter 389: Chapter 28: Supreme Sword Heart, Suppressing an Army Alone

For this reason, his suggestion was born from true battlefield experience.

But what made him raise an eyebrow was that, after hearing his warning, Zhong Ming simply nodded and replied, "Thank you for the reminder, Your Highness."

But despite his words, Zhong Ming’s figure didn’t stop. He continued to fly slowly forward and upward into the sky.

This scene prompted the Silver Moon King to turn to his daughter, Ji Yao. "Zhong Ming, is he always like this?"

"Yes." Recalling Zhong Ming’s actions, Ji Yao, despite her good impression of him, still said, "Zhong Ming’s Talent is undeniable, but his arrogance and pride are also one of a kind."

"When he told Inspector Liang that three thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators and a million Barbarian Ghosts were nothing... he most likely wasn’t just trying to save face. He genuinely doesn’t care about the enemy."

His daughter’s response left the Silver Moon King speechless for a long time. Beside him, Liang Kun, after a moment of silence, found his anger had dissipated.

He now understood that Zhong Ming wasn’t targeting him specifically. He looked down on everyone equally!

’...So arrogant!’

Zhong Ming, flying through the sky, was incredibly conspicuous. Not only did the Silver Moon King see him, but so did the Barbarian Ghosts on the other side, and the Barbarian Priest who had just fled.

"He’s courting death!"

Such an audacious act earned a cold sneer from many Barbarian Ghosts. Some even resolved to kill Zhong Ming first as soon as he was within range.

Then, the issuance of a command—or rather, a bounty—sent huge waves through the ranks of the Barbarian Ghosts.

"Whoever kills Zhong Ming will be rewarded with one Magical Treasure, one hundred Elixir Pills..."

The one who issued the bounty was, of course, Gu Libu. Although he had escaped with his life, his hatred for Zhong Ming—who had humiliated him and ruined his plans—was a hundred times stronger than Liang Kun’s.

If not for the certainty that taking action himself would draw the intervention of human Golden Core Cultivators, he would have wanted to personally flay Zhong Ming and pull out his bones.

However, even without acting himself, he looked at Zhong Ming flying high and mighty in the sky. After giving the order, he was certain Zhong Ming was a dead man.

’Acting so ostentatiously on the battlefield... What a fool. This time, you’re dead for sure!’

...

BOOM!

The Barbarian Ghosts’ charge was swift. The Barbarian Priest’s command had just been issued when a curtain of darkness like a monstrous tidal wave surged toward the Silver Moon Legion.

Staring directly into the chilling Mist, at the shrieking Ghost Faces within, and at the endlessly frenzied Gu Insects, even the battle-hardened Cultivators of the Silver Moon Legion felt a faint stir of fear.

The Quanrong Tribe, blessed by an Evil God, was indeed powerful.

’Even if we win this battle, the casualties will be immense.’

Watching the two armies about to collide, some of the Celestial Patrol, who were still organizing their ranks in the rear, grew worried. Others felt a sense of dread.

And just as they were worrying, right as the two forces were about to clash...

BUZZ! A boundless flare of light suddenly erupted from the sky.

It was Zhong Ming. High above, flying in the sky, he was now like a Great Sun, radiating endless brilliance.

BOOM!

Supreme, immense, one of a kind... Empowered by the Triple Crown and the innate Breaking Evil Golden Light and Purifying Flame of his Candlelight Heart Eye, the Great Sun that Zhong Ming had become was like a true sun—the endless black mist summoned by the Barbarian Ghosts, the ferocious, howling faces of the ghouls, and the Gu Insects buzzing in the air were annihilated in droves.

However, this scene did not intimidate the Barbarian Ghost tribe. Gu Libu, sitting at the rear and commanding the war, even let out a derisive laugh.

’What a brainless idiot. No matter how brilliant your light, how much of the black mist can you truly dispel...?’

Gu Libu’s contempt was not without reason. The Sun that Zhong Ming manifested did indeed dispel some of the Mist and Ghost Faces, but in the next moment, the dark Mist and shrieking Ghost Faces surged back like a tide, replenishing what was lost.

The power of an individual, unless it reaches a transcendent level, is utterly insignificant in a massive war involving hundreds of thousands.

Unfortunately for them, Zhong Ming thought, ’I have transcended the current limits!’

HUMMM!

After the endless light erupted, a terrifying pressure of the Sword Dao burst forth from Zhong Ming.

The moment this pressure, one that declared "Heaven and Earth, Only I am Supreme," appeared, the aura of the ferocious, frantically charging Barbarian Ghosts was suppressed by a full thirty percent.

Supreme Sword Heart!

This was the tyrannical nature of the Sword Intent Zhong Ming had comprehended. When they witnessed his might and felt fear, it was as if a mountain was crushing them. As long as they fought against Zhong Ming, their strength would be suppressed by thirty percent.

Right now, though the Barbarian Ghost tribe was numerous and believed they could win...

...the group was one thing, but the individuals were another.

Which of the barbarians could see Zhong Ming—who had transformed into a Great Sun and halted their army for an instant—and not feel fear?

’If he targets me, I’m dead!’

The moment such a thought appeared, Zhong Ming’s Supreme Sword Heart carved a brand into their minds. They would forever have a psychological scar when facing him.

BUZZ!

Tens of thousands of Barbarian Ghosts had their auras suppressed by a full thirty percent, instantly throwing the enemy ranks into disarray.

Some Barbarian Ghosts, overwhelmed by fear as they ran, found their legs giving out, and they collapsed directly onto the ground.

These tumbling figures threw their military formation into even greater chaos.

But the Barbarian Ghosts’ troubles didn’t end there.

On the Path of Purgatory, Zhong Ming had absorbed two Mysterious Sources. One of them was named ’Fallen’.

It was a power that opposed the light, one that tempted people to fall to depravity.

Zhong Ming had withstood this power, and while absorbing it, he had even comprehended an ability: the stronger the light, the heavier the Shadow.

And now, Zhong Ming unleashed this mysterious power in its entirety.

He used the Triple Great Sun Crown to enhance his own might and the Supreme Sword Heart to shatter the enemy’s mental defenses.

And as the enemy’s mental defenses crumbled, the Great Dream of Thousand Years, the Heart Demon, and the aura of the Fallen were projected into their minds by Zhong Ming’s will.

This projection gave rise to a shocking scene among the Barbarian Ghost tribe.

’If you’re killed, you die! I just have to take one more step... and I’ll be killed!’

This was the fear in their hearts, lured out by the Heart Demon.

’I’m charging so fast... so what if we win? Once I’m dead, it’s all over...’

’Why does he get to pick the spoils of war first? I could just kill him secretly...’ This was jealousy.

’Humans? When did I charge over here? Whatever, who cares? Kill...’ This was the inducement of the Heart Demon’s Illusion Technique...

BUZZ!

Zhong Ming, standing tall in the sky, had not attacked. Yet merely by standing there like a Great Sun, he threw the enemy’s formation into chaos, causing their morale to plummet and even driving them to kill each other.

At this moment, he alone suppressed an entire army!

?!

This scene stunned everyone on the battlefield who was still clear-headed, be they Barbarian Ghost or human.

’Is he even human?’

They couldn’t understand how Zhong Ming, who had just started Cultivating Evil, could accomplish this.

But beyond the shock, what remained for the human side was endless joy.

"Kill!"

"Advance! Full advance!"

Without a shred of hesitation, the Silver Moon King roared for his army to advance.

And the Silver Moon Legion, fanning out, swept forward like a silver tide.

RUMBLE...

Amidst the thunder of hooves that shook the earth, the Silver Moon Legion, now shaped like a sharp arrow, easily pierced into the Barbarian Ghost tribe’s formation and, with the enemy’s morale shattered, cut down countless foes.

"Don’t panic! There’s only one Cultivator! He can’t kill us all!"

The Barbarian Ghost tribe was not without its warriors. Someone was shouting, hoping to rally the troops.

Unfortunately, there were too few such men—unlike the army of the Frost Moon Immortal Dynasty.

Many of the Barbarian Ghosts in the Quanrong Tribe had originally been ordinary people. Their power had been forcibly enhanced through sacrifice.

They may have possessed powerful bodies and some strange Magic Techniques, but their weak minds were an irreparable flaw.

And Zhong Ming’s Supreme Sword Heart targeted precisely these flaws in the mind.