Chapter 38: Slaying All the Way

“Jin Zun, kill! Vent your fury! Slay your way to the Insect Race’s hive!”
Qu Yi, inside the Dimensional Sphere, was aware of what was happening outside. Seeing Jin Zun destroy the Hidden Ground Stinger with a single sword strike, he immediately cheered him on.
Jin Zun nodded.
Immediately afterward, Qu Yi flew the Star Luo Ding out of the Dimensional Sphere and handed it to Jin Zun, ensuring he wouldn’t lack the energy of the Metal Element.
“Great! With the Star Luo Ding, my Immortal Essence won’t be cut off. I’ll just slaughter my way forward!” Jin Zun exclaimed excitedly.
In the Fiend Realm, killing was rampant, with various beast races competing fiercely against each other. Now, following the rules of the Fiend Realm, Jin Zun decided to wage a bloody battle on this Celestial Life Star.
Wielding two swords, Jin Zun took to the air and flew low, heading straight for the Insect Race’s hive.
“Where did you come from, beast? How dare you invade our Insect Race’s stronghold?”
On a hillside, a hundred-meter-tall snow moth with four wings on its back spotted Jin Zun in the sky. Flapping its four snow-white wings, it roared viciously.
After speaking, the four-winged ice moth tried to fly up and attack Jin Zun.
“Worthless insect, daring to block my path? Die!” Jin Zun laughed lightly in the air.
Two golden beams shot out from the sky, shaped like arrow tips—one filled with the power of firmness, the other with the power of sharpness. They struck the four-winged snow moth simultaneously, bursting its body the moment they pierced it.
The hillside was instantly covered in snow white, not a trace of blood remaining.
Without even glancing at the dead state of the four-winged snow moth, Jin Zun continued flying straight ahead.
To slaughter one’s way forward required unwavering determination. Why waste time on a mere minor beast like a four-winged snow moth? That would be doubting one’s own strength.
In the sky, Jin Zun flew like a golden streak, radiating fierce killing intent.
In a swamp covering hundreds of thousands of square miles, there was nothing but dark sludge. Yet within this sludge lived a kind of amoeba. Sometimes it lay like a clump of black grass on the sludge, other times it suddenly extended a vine-like head with a mouth that could inject deadly venom into a person once it bit them.
Jin Zun flew straight above this swamp.
“Hah, hah, hah! A formidable foe! Come and fight!”
An amoeba at the edge of the swamp spotted Jin Zun flying low and immediately stretched out its ten-meter-long head, shouting loudly.

The Golden Sovereign’s divine sense detected the conditions of this swamp. With a cold smirk, he descended further and soon flew right above the swamp, almost touching its surface.
“You amoebas—haven’t faced disaster in many years, have you? Today, you’ll taste it,” the Golden Sovereign shouted coldly.
As he got closer, the two swords in his hands emitted a strong aura of the Golden World’s power. With a swing of his left hand, a beam of golden light shot out like a fan, cutting off the heads of all the amoebas that had stuck their heads out. With a swing of his right hand, another beam of golden light transformed into thousands of tiny golden knives, which, with a whooshing sound, struck the amoebas that had retracted their heads, destroying their very foundations.
“Kill, kill! All you amoebas—whichever is in my path must die!” The Golden Sovereign laughed, overjoyed.
Killing was his nature; he thrived on it, and his entire being was in a state of ecstasy. He kept swinging his swords.
Wherever the Golden Sovereign flew, the two swords in his hands never stopped attacking. Those amoebas at the level of elemental demons or earth demons—whether they stuck their heads out or retracted them—were all mercilessly killed by him.
In the air, his golden figure moved swiftly, while the swamp below was filled with an aura of death.
The Golden Sovereign didn’t even know how many amoebas he had killed. All he thought about was swinging his swords, constantly using the power of the World of Strength and the World of Sharpness in various ways to attack and slaughter the amoebas he passed by.
Ten million? One hundred million? Or more?
The Golden Sovereign didn’t remember, nor did he care. After leaving behind a trail of death, he crossed the swamp.
At that moment, he saw an endless grassland ahead, with green grass swaying in the wind. Suddenly, countless green insects flew out of the grassland, each about half a foot long, with two hard spines on their heads—these were Stinging Flies.
These Stinging Flies were all at the level of earth demons. Besides using spatial spells related to wood, they could also shoot their spines, which could cause people to faint upon being struck.
“There are monsters! Monsters are coming! Kill them! If we drink their life force, we can improve our powers!” the Stinging Flies flying ahead shouted in unison.
Seeing these Stinging Flies multiply into dozens and rush toward him like a dark swarm, as if eager to burst through his body and drain him dry, the Golden Sovereign’s face showed not anger but delight.

“You’ve come at just the right time. If you want to drink my essence and blood, then show me your strength!” Jin Zun shouted with wild laughter. The two swords in his hands moved like illusions, and waves of the Golden World Force instantly soared into the air, heading straight for the swarms of Stinging Flies.

“Bad! These beasts possess the cultivation level of Heavenly Soul Demons!”

The Stinging Flies immediately sensed the danger and scattered in all directions, trying to hide back in the grass to avoid this fatal attack. Unfortunately, Jin Zun had already understood their nature. The Golden World Force transformed into group-attack spells—golden needles appeared in the air and shot in every direction.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Once hit by these golden needles formed from immortal essence, the Stinging Flies’ bodies swelled instantly, and they exploded amidst screams. How could Stinging Flies at the Earth Demon level, whose bodies contained World Force essence, withstand such attacks? Only beasts at the Heavenly Soul Demon level could possess such power.

The scattered Stinging Flies had nowhere to hide and exploded one after another. The force of their explosions seemed contagious, spreading across the entire sky and even reaching the grass below, killing those who had just hidden there as well.

Jin Zun’s expression turned cold. As he flew swiftly, he once again immersed himself in the pleasure of wielding his swords. Waves of Golden World Force erupted from them, unleashing various spells in all directions. No Stinging Flies, whether in the air or on the grass, could escape his attacks.

On the grassland, a wide, straight strip of bare land appeared, stretching alongside Jin Zun’s figure. The vast grassland stretched for 200,000 li. It took Jin Zun ten days to traverse it fully, allowing the insect tribes there to relax their tense defenses. Naturally, his ferocious image remained etched in the minds of those insect tribes.

After his brutal slaughter, Jin Zun’s immortal essence remained as abundant as ever, showing no sign of weakening. Now, after crossing the grassland, he arrived at a mountainous region, with countless peaks rising before his eyes.

“Up ahead, the insect tribes I’ve encountered are all at the Yuan Demon or Earth Demon level. I haven’t met any at the Heavenly Soul Demon level yet. I’ve killed many, but it’s not enough.”

Jin Zun stopped atop one of the peaks.

Just as Jin Zun finished speaking, groups of howling sounds appeared in the distant sky, and violent winds rushed toward them, seemingly intent on sweeping away the surrounding mountains. In the air, red flying monsters, each twenty meters in size, approached. Their appearance resembled that of flying dragons, but their tails had turned into extendable tubular structures, and with each movement of their tails, they would unleash a special attack using their demonic energy. Indeed, these were the extremely powerful Alien Flying Dragon race. Mature individuals of this race possessed the cultivation level of Heavenly Soul Demons. Their tails had a closed opening, and once it opened, a fiery sphere would be emitted. If thousands of such Alien Flying Dragons simultaneously fired fireballs, they could even drive a six-star Heavenly Soul Demon to death through exhaustion. Jin Zun stood quietly on the mountain peak, witnessing the arrival of more and more Alien Flying Dragons—no less than millions. A smile of joy appeared on his lips, and his entire body trembled with fighting spirit. “Come on, you Alien Flying Dragons, face my slaughter!” Jin Zun shouted defiantly. Those Alien Flying Dragons flew over and formed layers around Jin Zun, their howling sounds capable of killing even higher-ranked Soul Demon-level monsters outright. More and more Alien Flying Dragons arrived, as if all those in the entire mountain region had come. “Alien demons, you have invaded our Bug Clan’s territory and killed countless of our members. No matter what, you won’t be able to escape today!” An Alien Flying Dragon with the cultivation level of a three-star Heavenly Soul Demon spoke from the sky. Jin Zun shook his head, gripping his two swords tightly. He glared coldly at the Alien Flying Dragon that had spoken and suddenly moved swiftly. In the next moment, he appeared beside it, his swords already plunged into its body. Violent Golden Element energy surged in, destroying the Alien Flying Dragon’s body. “Haha! Even your most powerful Alien Flying Dragons can’t stop my attacks. You weaker ones are doomed to be slaughtered by me!” Jin Zun laughed maniacally after killing the soul flower of the one trying to escape. The movement technique he used just now was one he had mastered while killing Bug Clan members over the past three months, and its speed far exceeded that of the Alien Flying Dragons. “Arrogant! You dare kill our leader! You have utterly offended our Bug Clan. No one can save you today!” Countless Alien Flying Dragons shouted angrily. Jin Zun responded with a cold gaze.

And those millions of alien dragons suddenly formed three layers simultaneously, then retracted their tails one by one, gathering the demonic energy throughout their bodies in an attempt to launch a collective attack on the Golden Lord.