Chapter 369: Discarding Armor and Fleeing, a Complete Victory!

The Ghost Emperor... has fallen!

The sky-filling blood rain cascaded down from the highest heavens like a waterfall of blood.

It fell upon the earth, dyeing the entire battlefield red.

Blood rain was graded according to the strength of the King-Conferred Strong One.

The stronger the strength, the greater the scale of the blood rain.

The Ghost Emperor, as a four-step King-Conferred Strong One, had been slain by Zhao Tianxing, so the blood rain was naturally extremely torrential.

Though it could not compare to the Profound King's scale, it was only slightly lesser by a few degrees.

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

The blood rain ceaselessly washed down, proclaiming the fall of a King-Conferred Strong One.

Everyone could not help but look up toward the highest heavens, only to see Zhao Tianxing standing in the void, his silver hair gently fluttering.

On his body, the silver markings were exceedingly dazzling.

Ring after ring of radiance flickered unceasingly.

At this moment, Zhao Tianxing was just like a silver god of war.

The two remaining Ghost Kings stared at Zhao Tianxing as if they had seen a ghost—ironically unaware that they themselves were of the Ghost Race.

"The Emperor... the Emperor has fallen!"

One Ghost King said, trembling.

The other Ghost King was still entangled with the Holy Spear King, his heart having already sunk to rock bottom.

Boundless terror filled his heart.

An emperor, to a race, was like a faith, just as the Human Race's Three Emperors.

If the Human Race did not have the Three Emperors, they would certainly not be able to contend against the entirety of the Myriad Races.

And the Ghost Emperor, in a certain sense, was the Ghost Race's Three Emperors—though, compared to the Three Emperors, the Ghost Emperor's strength was obviously utter trash.

But his existence was the spiritual pillar of the Ghost Race.

And now, this spiritual pillar had collapsed.

"Impossible! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

That Ghost King shook his head, speaking in horror.

Even now, he still could not quite believe that the Ghost Emperor had actually fallen at Zhao Tianxing's hands.

Zhao Tianxing slowly looked toward the two Ghost Kings and spoke indifferently.

"Today, I pronounce... the annihilation of the Ghost Race!"

The resonant voice exploded, like the voice of a divine spirit from beyond the highest heavens, echoing through the vast emptiness.

The next moment, beside that Ghost King, space violently shattered. Fragment after fragment of space, like a sharp meat grinder, madly tore apart this Ghost King's body.

"Ah!!!"

The Ghost King let out a miserable scream. Before he could even mobilize his power of heaven and earth, he was already instantly shredded to death.

Blood rain fell once more.

Rumble rumble rumble!!!

"One more left!"

Zhao Tianxing looked toward the last Ghost King. That Ghost King was still continuously entangled with the Holy Spear King, and upon noticing Zhao Tianxing's gaze, his body could not help but tremble.

"Zhao Tianxing, spare my life! I am willing to lead the entire Ghost Race to submit to the Human Race!"

That Ghost King said miserably.

Now, the Ghost Race only had him, this one King-Conferred Strong One, left. Even the Ghost Emperor was no match for Zhao Tianxing, so he was naturally even less likely to be Zhao Tianxing's match.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his heart—to live.

"Zhao Tianxing, my Ghost Race is after all a first-rate race among the Myriad Races. If we submit to the Human Race, it will certainly greatly boost the Human Race's strength. Then you would no longer need to fear the Three Races!"

This Ghost King spoke rapidly, trying to find a suitable reason to survive Zhao Tianxing's hands.

However, what greeted him was only the Holy Spear King's golden long spear.

"Heh, why would my Human Race need to fear other races?"

The Holy Spear King laughed loudly. As the long spear vibrated, golden radiance surged. The power of heaven and earth gathered upon the spear, like a roaming dragon, and instantly howled forth.

The Ghost King's expression changed abruptly as he roared in fury.

"Holy Spear King, you are courting death!"

The Ghost King instantly transformed into masses of pitch-black ghost qi, seemingly intending to envelop the Holy Spear King.

"Did I let you make a move?"

Zhao Tianxing spoke indifferently.

Then, they heard Zhao Tianxing snap his fingers.

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out. Within that endless ghost qi, space caved in once more. A formidable power erupted from the sunken space.

The suction was so powerful that it directly sucked the Ghost King into the void.

Within the endless void, thunder, fire, and hurricanes—different energies ran rampant. The formidable power, in an instant, directly tore the Ghost King's entire body apart.

This time, there was no blood rain above the firmament.

That was because this Ghost King had fallen within the void. The void, distinct from the Myriad Races Continent, was no longer governed by the laws of the Myriad Races Continent.

The void was extremely terrifying. Even if a King-Conferred Strong One accidentally entered, they could be killed instantly.

When the Literature King brought Su Yu to wander within the void, that was because the Literature King's strength was formidable.

Like this Ghost King now, who was merely at the two-step realm, compared to the Literature King, he was obviously far inferior.

All of them instantly fell into the void.

Thus, all King-Conferred Strong Ones who came to invade Qianlong City were directly slain!

Zhao Tianxing, Qianlong King, and Holy Spear King stood in the void; Zhao Tianxing looked toward the spot where Old Master Xuan had fallen, and a hint of sorrow appeared on his face.

"Master Uncle..."

Zhao Tianxing closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly; immediately, Zhao Tianxing snapped his eyes open, looking down at the battlefield.

Endless killing intent burst forth from Zhao Tianxing's eyes.

"The Ghost Emperor has fallen; the myriad races now have no King-Conferred Strong Ones; today, our Qianlong City has won a great victory, and we can pursue!"

Zhao Tianxing let out a loud shout.

A fist slowly pushed outward.

Instantly, within the endless myriad races' army, a huge space suddenly twisted.

Great power, accompanied by the twisting of space, instantly erupted.

That twisted space became like a vortex; any myriad race strong one within it, whether at the Qi Blood Realm or Marquis-level Expert,

Without any power to resist, they were instantly turned to powder under that terrifying force.

Even the inner elixirs within their bodies were instantly destroyed under that extreme force.

"This..."

The Qianlong King wanted to speak but stopped.

King-Conferred Strong Ones and Marquis-level Experts must not interfere on the battlefield; this is originally an unwritten rule.

After all, once one grasps the power of heaven and earth, they have reached another level; to an army, they are practically a weapon of mass destruction.

But thinking of Old Master Xuan's fall, the Qianlong King still did not speak.

Let Zhao Tianxing vent his feelings; after all, this time the myriad races' army is destined to have no return.

Zhao Tianxing's punch directly obliterated hundreds of thousands of the myriad races' army; a barrage of energy missiles rained down madly, adding fuel to the fire for the already heavily wounded myriad races' army.

Countless strong ones fell within it.

The Slay Dragon Army, led by Su Yu, became like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the heart of the myriad races' army.

Within just half an hour, the three-million-strong army, through the combined efforts of Qianlong City's many strong ones, instantly annihilated over two million.

Only hundreds of thousands of the myriad races' army discarded their armor and fled in disarray from the battlefield.

Thus... Qianlong City won a complete victory!