"Fushen, heed my command—!!"
The Sun Palace had only just descended when, without another word, it brutally began gathering the power of its miniature stellar source, bombarding the Nine Hells Fushen Barrier as though it were Tingfeng Pavilion.
Fortunately, Fushen Gongyi had long since made preparations.
Before the army of more than fifty million elite cultivators, he soared high through the air. His emerald-green robes blended into the black mist. Beneath his feet, five insect-type lifebound beasts of entirely different shapes clawed their way out of the soil of Fushen Valley. Thick black-green smoke billowed from every one of them, and through the haze, one could vaguely make out countless spikes, long legs, and icy compound eyes!
As the sect master of the seventh-ranked sect on the Heavenly Ranking, there was no question about Fushen Gongyi's strength. Moreover, this was his territory. Insects-type lifebound beasts densely packed every corner of the land, making it even more suitable for him to display his abilities.
"Defend with everything you've got!!"
Boom boom boom—
The less mercy the Sun Palace showed, the more clearly it demonstrated its contempt for the Fushen Clan. This thoroughly enraged the more than three hundred million Fushen clansmen, who had long harbored resentment.
As a clan somewhat on the fringes of the Myriad Sects, they had relied on the Fushen Clan and had never faced a true crisis of annihilation throughout their history. This had forged the Fushen Clan's tough, hardship-enduring, inwardly ruthless nature. In truth, the Fushen Clan was a place of truly fierce folkways, where killings over a single disagreement happened all the time.
In their bones, they feared neither Heaven nor Earth!
**"Who gives a damn whether they're the Order Celestial Clan or the Sun Emperor? If they want to wipe us out, let them