Chapter 390 - 29: I Have a Sword to Slay Gods and Cleave Demons

Chapter 390: Chapter 29: I Have a Sword to Slay Gods and Cleave Demons

"You’re unlucky to have met me."

Zhong Ming, who had transformed into a Great Sun and was continuously emitting a Supreme, domineering pressure, had single-handedly weakened the Barbarian Ghosts’ overall strength and morale by at least thirty percent.

If they were only facing Zhong Ming alone, the Quanrong Tribe would have had a chance to rally.

Unfortunately, Zhong Ming was not fighting alone. The Silver Moon Legion, led by the Silver Moon King, had always been an elite force. Relying on the power of their battle formation, they had consistently held off the Barbarian Ghosts’ attacks, even though they were outnumbered.

As they were, they were already evenly matched with the Barbarian Ghost legion.

But now, the Barbarian Ghost formation was weakened and their morale shattered. Fallen Barbarian Ghosts even went berserk within their own ranks, slaughtering their comrades. Amidst such chaos, the Barbarian Ghost legion was routed the moment it clashed with the Silver Moon Legion.

Like sharp arrows, like stampeding wild bulls, they charged headfirst into the Barbarian Ghost horde, slaughtering them wantonly.

In the wars of ancient feudal societies, morale and organization were of the utmost importance.

Without sufficient organization or high enough morale, it wasn’t unheard of for eight hundred men to chase down and slaughter tens of thousands.

The chaos within the Barbarian Ghost legion led to their complete collapse.

"Kill!"

"Leave none alive!"

"Advance! Advance! Advance!"

This scene was a gratifying sight for the soldiers of the Silver Moon Legion, who killed to their hearts’ content.

The remnants of the Celestial Cloud Kingdom, who had originally resigned themselves to death, were even more shaken.

They recalled the Barbarian Ghosts of the past: terrifying, hideous, endlessly strong, and fearless.

Now, looking at the Barbarian Ghosts before them—their faces filled with terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their reactions more than a beat too slow—the stark contrast made them feel as if they were in a dream.

"So you—you can feel fear after all!"

"Hahaha, you bastards, you filth! You demonic ghosts unworthy of being called human, atone for what you did to my child!"

"Kill!"

Facing the chaotic Barbarian Ghost formation, the Celestial Cloud Kingdom’s troops charged the fastest and killed the most viciously. Driven by hatred, they threw caution to the wind, disregarding even their own safety.

However, amidst their all-consuming hatred, some would occasionally look up at the sky, gazing at Zhong Ming, who had become the Great Sun.

And regardless of their cultivation level or original status, their eyes held only one emotion as they looked at Zhong Ming—worship!

An endless worship, as if they were looking upon a Divine Spirit.

...

One side’s joy is another’s sorrow. While the Silver Moon Legion and the Celestial Cloud Kingdom remnants were ecstatic, the upper echelons of the Barbarian Ghost legion were filled with nothing but hatred for Zhong Ming.

Of course, besides hatred, there was also sheer terror and disbelief.

’??? ’

’How is this possible? Isn’t he just at the Cultivating Evil stage? A mere Cultivating Evil Cultivator... how can he single-handedly suppress our entire legion?!’

’Stop asking why! Hurry up and give the order to eliminate Zhong Ming! If he doesn’t die, we’re going to lose this war!’

’You don’t have to tell me...’

A bounty on Zhong Ming was quickly issued. In addition to the immense reward, the Barbarian Ghost high command, wary of Zhong Ming, also gave a kill order.

"Zhong Ming must die! Even if we lose this war, he must be killed!"

"This war will not end until Zhong Ming is dead! Any who flee will be executed by military law!"

The leaders of the Quanrong Tribe adopted this fight-to-the-death stance not just because Zhong Ming had shamed them, but because they... were afraid.

It wasn’t his strength they feared. The Barbarian Ghosts had king-commanders equivalent to human Golden Core experts, and they were confident they could overwhelm and kill Zhong Ming.

What truly made them wary was Zhong Ming’s Talent.

’He’s this overwhelmingly powerful at the Cultivating Evil stage, able to suppress an entire army by himself. If he advances to Golden Core... *hiss*...’

’No, no matter what, we have to kill him here!’

DONG! DONG! DONG!

It wasn’t just bounties and orders. As the commands were issued, a bloodstained war drum was carried out by the Quanrong Tribe’s high command. Then, a drumbeat, roaring like thunder yet vast and ancient, echoed across the battlefield.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The mighty drumbeat resonated with the Barbarian Ghosts’ hearts, causing their blood to flow several times faster. Their skin, due to the resonance and vibrations of the drums, turned from its usual ashen gray to a crimson red.

This was the Blood-Burning Berserk Stance, capable of multiplying a Barbarian Ghost’s strength several times in an instant.

Of course, such a massive power boost came at a high price. After the ferocious outburst, not only would these Barbarian Ghosts be weakened, but some would even suffer from their hearts exploding mid-battle, dying a gruesome death on the spot.

Furthermore, the rapidly flowing blood rushing to their brains would drown their reason, turning them into maddened, demonic ghosts who knew only slaughter.

But this state of collapsed sanity and pure bloodlust also happened to break through the suppression Zhong Ming’s Sword Heart had on their souls.

"ROAR!"

"No one can make me feel fear! No one!"

"Die!"

BOOM!

Amidst the frenzied thumping of their hearts, countless red-eyed Barbarian Ghosts roared and went on a killing spree. This madness actually managed to stabilize their collapsing battle lines somewhat.

’Countering my pressure with a mindless frenzy... The Quanrong Tribe is audacious. It seems they have a few tricks up their sleeve after all.’

The maddened Barbarian Ghosts increased the pressure on the Silver Moon Legion, but the enemy was unable to push them back.

The Barbarian Ghosts, having lost their minds, were not only fighting the Silver Moon Legion but also slaughtering their own comrades. This chaos meant they could do no more than hold their ground.

Of course, there were also experts within the Quanrong Tribe. Many of the commanders, equivalent to Foundation Establishment Cultivators, were able to maintain their sanity amidst the drumming of the blood-burning war drum.

But at this moment, they weren’t leading their troops to fight the Silver Moon Legion. Instead, with bloodshot eyes, they were charging straight for Zhong Ming.