Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Fate of the Barbarians Has Ended; The Great Xia Shines Like the Midday Sun-The Age of Global Simulation(White as a celestial crane)

Lin Qiye, giving his all.

Behind him, a spectral dragon-elephant towering a hundred feet tall burst from the earth. Its scarlet eyes opened indifferently, gazing coldly at the Holy Lord.

A thousand thunder dragons, claws bared and fangs exposed, swiftly poured into Lin Qiye’s body.

Thus—

Lin Qiye became a god who commanded lightning.

Bolts of electricity flickered in his eyes.

Behind him, thunderous wings beat with crackling arcs, and dragons coiled in majesty.

Sensing the dreadful might radiating from Lin Qiye, the Tiger God phantom within the Holy Lord shuddered violently.

“Run! Run quickly!” the Tiger God phantom cried out in a trembling voice.

The Holy Lord stood frozen.

“The Tiger God phantom itself is urging me to flee? Is he truly that powerful?!”

The Holy Lord clenched his jaw in disbelief.

“Am I supposed to run just because I’m afraid? I refuse! I don’t believe that a genius from the Summer Cosmos can be invincible in this world!”

The Tiger God phantom’s warning struck at the Holy Lord’s pride.

His arms tensed, muscles bulging like twin pythons as he swept his halberd at Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye’s gaze was icy.

The thunderous wings behind him snapped open.

In an instant, he became a blur of afterimages.

In the blink of an eye, he cleaved down upon the halberd.

A terrifying force surged from the halberd, slamming into the Holy Lord.

His face drained of color, veins as thick as eels burst open along his arms with sickening pops.

Stunned by the blow, the Holy Lord’s hand trembled and his heart sank into despair.

At last, he understood! The lessons the ancestors had learned over a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand years—this was a supreme truth.

When faced with a genius from the Summer Cosmos, one truly must flee!

He finally understood why the ancestors had stressed this endlessly in the ancient texts.

Run!

You must run!

The Holy Lord gritted his teeth, abandoning all pride and heedless of the life force he was burning, fleeing in desperation.

In a flash, he had streaked thousands of meters away.

Lin Qiye raised his brows in surprise.

So he’s using everything to escape? Even more cowardly than the White Tiger King?

A hint of astonishment flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes.

Then, cold indifference settled in.

“If you run from me, you’ll only die faster…”

As his words fell, thunder-wings beat the air.

Lin Qiye dove after the fleeing Holy Lord like a hawk seizing prey.

It had to be said—the Holy Lord was skilled at running, his speed and escape routes both cunning and unpredictable.

Without angelic wings, Lin Qiye might truly have been unable to catch him at full sprint.

But with those wings, the outcome was decided.

Lin Qiye streaked forward at impossible speed, leaving afterimages in his wake—so fast even the Golden Core experts could barely follow.

In a heartbeat, Lin Qiye was at the Holy Lord’s back.

The thunder-dragon-wreathed blade slashed for the Holy Lord’s neck.

A hiss—steel whispering through the air at the speed of thought.

In a flash, it was over.

The blade vanished into the back of the Holy Lord’s neck.

A moment later, his head soared high.

The world spun before his eyes, darkness swallowing sight.

So this is what it feels like to be decapitated.

Terror, regret, unwillingness, and a desperate yearning for life contorted the Holy Lord’s tiger-like face as it tumbled through the air…

“Did…did the Holy Lord just die like that?”

The generals and tiger kings, seeing his headless corpse, stood agape, tongues frozen.

The next instant, they turned and ran!

But Ji Qinghuan stepped lightly into their path.

A serpent of flame coiled through the sky above, gazing down with silent menace.

“Gentlemen, where do you think you’re going?” Her voice was bright as a yellow oriole, yet laced with chilling intent.

The tiger kings’ scalps tingled, their faces shifting with dread.

“She’s as terrifying as the Holy Lord! Maybe even stronger!”

“There’s no time to hesitate! Charge! We have to break through! If we don’t, we’re all dead!”

None dared waste a moment. Burning their life force, the tiger kings braced themselves and charged Ji Qinghuan.

But it was futile.

Their resistance was brief—Lin Qiye descended like thunder, and together with Ji Qinghuan, cut down the tiger kings and their strongest warriors.

When the slaughter ended, Lin Qiye reached down and pulled a long spear from the battlefield.

He skewered the Holy Lord’s tiger head and raised it high above the field. His commanding voice thundered across the battlefield:

“The Holy Lord is dead!”

“Surrender now!”

When the soldiers heard their sovereign had slain the enemy Holy Lord, the morale of the human Golden Core cultivators surged—they pressed their attack with renewed ferocity!

The Tiger Clan warriors, catching this out of the corner of their eyes, felt their hearts quake.

“The Holy Lord fell…so quickly?!”

“If even he couldn’t escape death, what hope have we?”

“We’ll die on this field! This is a war of extermination—one race will vanish forever!”

“There’s nothing left! Fight with all we have, and give our families and comrades a chance to escape!”

“If we’re going to die anyway, we might as well take someone with us!”

“Tiger Clan—kill!”

Driven to desperation, the Tiger Clan’s elite lost all hope.

Their terror turned to resolve; doomed, they became soldiers who had nothing left to lose.

Thus, one million and four hundred thousand desperate warriors clashed with the one million doomed soldiers opposing them.

Explosions erupted everywhere—Tiger Clan warriors, in their despair, began to self-destruct.

Chunks of flesh and shattered limbs rained down.

Soon, rivers of blood flowed across the battlefield.

Broken corpses drifted in the bloody lakes.

The blood mist rose, forming clouds that blotted out the sky and sun.

The entire field became a meat grinder—Golden Core experts were shredded one after another, their bodies piling up.

No one could maintain reason.

At first, there may have been fear and hesitation, thoughts of running.

But by the end, the killing intent in every heart surged to the breaking point; they became nothing but engines of slaughter.

Even Ji Qinghuan and Lin Qiye, on that battlefield, fought until their eyes were red with blood.

The carnage raged for three days and nights…

Within a hundred-thousand-mile radius, the ground was beaten thirty meters deep, and blood had pooled into vast lakes.

Corpses floated and sank in the crimson water.

After three days and nights, the sun set in the west.

The dying light stained the world with blood.

The war was over.

Every Tiger Clan warrior was dead.

Of the one million human Golden Core cultivators, only five thousand remained, each battered and broken, not a single unscarred body among them.

But—

They had won the war!

The surviving warriors, though numb, felt the joy of victory taking root in their hearts—a green shoot sprouting from dead wood.

“Sovereign, Commander Ji—we…we’ve won! We won!”

“We’ve won! Hahahaha!”

The warriors’ lips twisted into fierce grins, laughter ringing with irrepressible pride.

Lin Qiye inclined his head.

“Yes, we’ve won!”

“The fortunes of the barbarians are ended! Great Xia stands at its zenith! From this day forth, Great Xia is master of these lands! We have carved out a vast new realm for our descendants!”

His words, firm as steel, reached every warrior’s ears.

They were deeply moved, their eyes glistening with tears.

“The barbarians’ fortune is ended! Great Xia stands at its zenith!”

“We have won!”

“Long live the Sovereign!”

The warriors lifted their faces and roared, venting their exhilaration.

At the same time, waves surged across the blood lake—as if the spirits of their fallen comrades joined in the celebration.

Lin Qiye looked silently at the survivors.

“Rest for a time, then gather the bodies of our brothers-in-arms. We return home in triumph!”

Hearing Lin Qiye’s words, the surviving warriors fell silent.

A moment later, those still laughing broke down, weeping bitterly. Tears carved shocking tracks through the blood and grime on their faces.

“We’ve won…but our comrades…”

“Our comrades! The ones we lived and fought beside!”

The five thousand warriors wailed at the sky, as if their hearts had been torn to shreds.

At the sight, Ji Qinghuan’s vision blurred with tears, grief etched across her face.

Lin Qiye gripped his blade, exhaling a heavy, weary breath.

There was nothing he could say to comfort them.

Such was the cruelty of war.

Even he could only offer the humblest of tributes.

“The body dies, but the soul endures. With steadfast spirit, they become heroes among ghosts! Great Xia will forever remember those who died for her!”

Lin Qiye sang a song known to none.

Cold winds howled.

The blood-clouds turned to rain, striking every face.

The warriors wept long and hard, then at last wiped the blood and tears from their faces, their gazes turning to ice.

“Sovereign…we must keep fighting. We will carry on our brothers’ legacy, and wipe out every alien in the Tiger Cosmos, leaving none alive!”

“Sovereign, lead us to battle once more!”

“Lead us to battle!”

The warriors pleaded with unwavering resolve.

Lin Qiye was about to speak when suddenly the Life-Lamp jewel’s prompt sounded in his mind.

This time, the prompt was strange and unique—even Lin Qiye was caught off guard.

‘There’s a prompt like this?’

He found himself inexplicably surprised.