Beastmaster of the Ages

s an antidote, surging with irritability, anxiety, and indignation.
Unbeknownst to him, it had grown dark, but Orderia was a fiery world without darkness.
Clouded by his emotions, Lan Sha had failed to notice the change. 

“Huh?” He froze for a moment, his hands stiff.
When he looked up, a giant cauldron fell from the sky, trapping him beneath it.
The earth rumbled.
“The Divine Worldeater Cauldron?” Quickly rising to his feet, Lan Sha immediately materialized his totems. 

In the darkness, terrifying shadows appeared, overwhelming the sharks.
They were eight totems known as darknight truefiends. 

“Yang Ce!” Lan Sha’s expression drastically changed.
He couldn’t understand how they had managed to find him in an inconspicuous corner among the mountains and valleys.
No one could have revealed information about his actions.
As a totemancer, the last person he wanted to encounter was Yang Ce.
Unfortunately, the man was already standing in front of him with eight darknight truefiends. 

“He’s not the only one,” a female voice said from behind him. 

Turning around in shock, Lan Sha began panicking.
“Long Wanying, Yan Nuxia, and you…
Jiang Qingliu!” 

Out of the four opponents, Jiang Qingliu was the only one he could deal with.
The other three were at least as strong as him.
If it were any other time, these people wouldn’t dare go against him.
However, Li Wushuang was considered to have killed Shi Yan.
The Blueblood Starocean and Empyrean Sword Sect had also clashed swords, resulting in an acrimonious falling-out.
At the moment, Lan Sha wasn’t just seriously injured, but also poisoned and trapped in the cauldron.
The situation was anything but reassuring. 

“The conflict is between us and the Empyrean Sword Sect, it has nothing to do with you.
If you spare me, all of the Blueblood Starocean will be extremely grateful.
Killing me won't do you any good.
You’ll only arouse the anger of my people.
My brother Lan Huang will definitely avenge me.
So think twice! This whole thing is merely a dispute over treasure.
There’s no need to cause a civil war.” The tactful Lan Sha bowed his head, his voice calm. 

“What civil war? This is a fight between the Myriad Solar Sects and lackeys of the celestial orderians,” said Long Wanying. 

“You’ve overstepped your authority.
You don’t represent the Myriad Solar Sects,” Lan Sha retorted.
Unfortunately, no one seemed to listen to him. 

The four of them acted at once.
It was almost too easy for Yang Ce to take down the severely injured Lan Sha.
Jiang Qingliu's Azuresoul Tower suppressed Lan Sha’s body, crushing his spine and smashing him into the ground. 

“Jiang Qingliu, you dare attack me? So you’ve finally grown guts?” Lan Sha roared, but unfortunately, he couldn't move at all. 

“Why can't I attack you?” Jiang Qingliu trampled on his face.
Loud popping and cracking sounded as he made a dent in his bones.
“You brothers ruined half of my life, yet you arrogantly walk around, laughing and mocking.
But my, how the tide has turned! Luck is on my side…
Lan Sha, I hope you savor what’s about to happen.
Both of you will get a taste of all the suffering I’ve experienced!” 

The brothers had destroyed half of Jiang Qingliu's power in the Voidsky Realm.
After that, all he had done was muddle along for the second half of his life.
Witnessing his enemy being crushed to the ground, seriously injured and dying, Jiang Qingliu felt a sense of peace.
He even threw in a few kicks, shattering his bones so his face was deformed.
The pain had him screaming without end. 

“Jiang Qingliu, I swear you’ll die miserably,” Lan Sha roared, veins bursting all over his body. 

“It doesn't matter, you’ll suffer a hundred times worse than me.” Stretching out his hand, Jiang Qingliu ripped off Lan Sha’s ear, causing him to convulse in pain. 

“Does it hurt? This is just the beginning.” 

At that moment, Jiang Qingliu finally walked away and a white-haired young man appeared in Lan Sha’s bloodied vision.
He almost couldn’t recognize him—it was none other than the junior, Li Tianming. 

“You!” The young man's smile frightened Lan Sha. 

“You were going to die, but I wanted to see if I can squeeze something useful out of you, so I'll let you live for a while longer,” Tianming said. 

“What do you mean?” Lan Sha asked. 

The small silver egg in Tianming's hand suddenly turned into tens of thousands of metal ants. 

“What’s that?” Lan Sha’s pupils constricted. 

“The devil.” Tianming smiled. 

Looking at the ants crawling all over Tianming’s palm, Lan Sha felt a chill.
Then Tianming poured the bonegnaw ants into his ears. 

A miserable scream echoed in the Divine Worldeater Cauldron. 

This was the first time Tianming had been so rude.
He was willing to cooperate with Gujian Qingshuang and Yun Tianque, but not Lan Sha.
If Lan Sha didn’t want to die, Tianming would treat him like a dog.
But it also didn’t matter if he didn’t care to live; they would just cast the blame on the Empyrean Sword Sect.