I, the Villain, Become Invincible the More Descendants I Have

”If you dare to say even half a word of refusal, I will order the massacre of the city today, turning Qingyun City into scorched earth and letting your tens of millions of subjects be buried with you for your arrogance!”

The 100,000 immortal soldiers behind him shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens: ”Marshal Zhantian is invincible! Traitor, surrender immediately!”

The blood-colored baleful qi gathered into a giant blood dragon, circling in mid-air, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, intimidating everyone present.

Many cultivators in the square who had just surrendered felt their hearts tighten and subconsciously held their breath. The Central Dynasty was, after all, the greatest power in the Immortal World. 100,000 heavenly soldiers pressing down on the border was a truly terrifying sight.

General Black Tiger exploded on the spot. He stepped forward, carrying his great blade, and shouted sternly: ”Damn it! Another poser! Does the Central Dynasty wholesale Sons of Destiny? They all have broken brains and keep sending us heads!”

”The last one, Dan Wuji, was crippled, and now another so-called Zhantian comes along. I think you are Send-Death-Heaven! Are 100,000 heavenly soldiers so tough? Our 300,000 Xuan Armor Army could drown you with just one spit each!”

”Presumptuous! A mere mortal warrior dares to disrespect me!” Ling Zhantian was furious. ”I am the Son of Destiny of Conquest, born with the body of a War God. I have fought over three hundred battles in my life and have never lost! I have slain seven Golden Immortal experts! A piece of trash like you could be split in two by a single strike of my blade!”

He pointed at Emperor Cao Xukun with utter disdain: ”Emperor Cao Xukun, stop hiding behind like a coward! If you have the guts, come out and duel me! I’ll give you one hand. If you can take three of my strikes, I will immediately order my troops to retreat! If you can’t take them, then surrender obediently!”

The entire venue went silent instantly, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on Emperor Cao Xukun on the high platform.

Emperor Cao Xukun rose slowly and stepped into the air, walking steadily through the void, his posture as straight as a pillar supporting heaven and earth. He didn’t even look at Ling Zhantian, his tone flat yet carrying an absolute sense of suppression: ”Three strikes? You can’t even take one of my moves.”

”Boastful!” Ling Zhantian laughed in anger. ”I think you’ve won a few small battles and have become so arrogant you don’t even know your own name anymore! Today, I will let you see just how powerful a real Immortal World War God is!”

”War God’s Strike, Slay the Traitor!”

He poured all his cultivation into driving his War God body. The blood-colored war blade erupted with ten thousand feet of red light, and a terrifying blade qi capable of splitting mountains, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, slashed fiercely toward Emperor Cao Xukun. This strike was enough to force even a peak late-stage Golden Immortal to avoid its edge!

However, facing this earth-shattering blow, Emperor Cao Xukun just casually raised a finger.

Chaos energy flowed at his fingertip, and he tapped lightly.

”Crack—!”

That seemingly invincible blood-colored blade qi shattered instantly, turning into countless dots of light and dissipating in the air. Ling Zhantian was hit by a heavy blow, spewing a mouthful of golden immortal blood, flying backward for hundreds of feet, and the war blade in his hand broke into two pieces.

”Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!” Ling Zhantian widened his eyes, full of disbelief. ”I am the Son of Destiny of Conquest! I have the blessing of the Heavenly Dao! How could my ultimate move be broken by your finger!”

”Heavenly Dao blessing?” Emperor Cao Xukun scoffed and walked slowly in front of him. ”In front of me, all Sons of Destiny are trash. Crown Prince Ling Chen sent you here just to use you as cannon fodder to test my depth. Do you really think you are someone important?”

He extended a finger and tapped it lightly on Ling Zhantian’s forehead.

”Puff—!”

The War God body inside Ling Zhantian shattered instantly, and his peak late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation vanished into thin air. He fell heavily to the ground from mid-air, unable to move like a pile of mud, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

”Ah—! My War God body! My cultivation!” Ling Zhantian let out a shrill scream. ”Your Highness the Crown Prince! Save me! Your Highness!”