Chapter 233: Descent on Star Race Star

Crack—

Babata’s heart tightened, his face filled with terror as he stared at the black pearl developing cracks.

“Wait!”

Crack—

Another crisp sound rang out. The cracks on the black pearl expanded, on the verge of shattering.

Before the black pearl could break apart, over a dozen massive battle phantoms had already flown in.

Boom!

The black pearl exploded completely, as the attacks from the spiritual fragments and battle phantoms arrived simultaneously.

…

Jiang Yan emerged from the Domain, within which not a single one of the over ten thousand high-tier combatants from Star had survived.

This unique understanding of the Martial Way was a completely overwhelming blow to natives like the Starians. No wonder Tianyuan Star had once arrogantly regarded Blue Star as “weak in the Martial Way.”

Stepping out of that black-and-white Domain, Jiang Yan once again looked toward the soldiers from both stars locked in fierce combat.

“Kid, where is our Grand Marshal? What have you done to them!”

A Starian soldier glared angrily at Jiang Yan, gripping a long spear as he charged forward.

Jiang Yan smiled faintly, catching the spear tip with one hand. “Dead.”

With that, the spear tip exploded, and the soldier vanished amid the flames and smoke.

Now that Star’s high command had fallen in battle, the remaining miscellaneous troops naturally couldn’t stir up any trouble. The situation began to tilt overwhelmingly in one direction.

The War Ruins Engravings continued to stack, their upper limit already reaching fifty.

Indeed, the battlefield was the perfect place to cultivate War Ruins Engravings. Although these people weren’t as strong as those from Tianyuan Star, their advantage lay in sheer numbers.

If temporary Battle Intent were included, Jiang Yan could now condense at least two hundred War Ruins Engravings!

Although boosting Battle Intent felt exhilarating, Jiang Yan hadn’t fallen so low as to waste the lives of Blue Star soldiers just to prolong the battle.

With two hundred engravings unleashed simultaneously, eighty-one battle phantoms soared into the sky. Jiang Yan began his great sweep.

Countless lives wailed in his hands.

Jiang Yan felt no sorrow for the loss of life. When these dead had prepared themselves mentally to invade another’s homeland, they should have anticipated that retribution would come one day.

Star had dispatched approximately two hundred thousand troops this time.

Now, without Star’s high command to hold the line, at least half had been lost in battle.

With the two armies locked in combat, Jiang Yan found it difficult to unleash large-scale, area-of-effect instant-kill Martial Skills.

So, he turned his gaze to Qin Wufeng, who was fighting fervently ahead.

“Old Qin, keep fighting here. I’m going to Star to have some fun.”

With the morale of the Starian soldiers now low, the stacking speed of the War Ruins Engravings had plummeted.

Rather than clearing out miscellaneous troops here, Jiang Yan preferred to stir up a “little” panic at Star’s home base.

Before Old Qin could respond, Jiang Yan had already vanished from the battlefield.

Star.

The capital.

A figure descended above the planet.

“Who is the strongest person on Star right now?”

“Who dares make such a racket here!”

A figure shot upward but turned into a cloud of blood mist the next second.

“I’ll ask again: who is the strongest person on Star right now?”

The citizens below were terrified, all looking up at the man standing proudly in the sky.

“Marshal Babata! Didn’t Babata lead the expedition to Blue Star? How did this human get here?”

A Starian asked in panic, realizing the contradiction.

“Babata, huh?”

Jiang Yan raised his hand, and a desiccated corpse appeared in his grasp.

He tossed it directly into the hands of a citizen.

“Take your marshal down and bury him. He wasn’t a good person, but perhaps he was a good marshal.”

The Starians gathered around the corpse.

“It really is the Marshal!”

“M-Marshal was supposed to be invincible… How could this happen…”

“This… this can’t be!”

The Starians found it hard to believe that Babata—the unrivaled, peerless powerhouse who dominated all of Staria—could now lie before them in such a fragile state.

Did this mean—

That man in the sky was even stronger than Marshal Babata?

“Hahahaha! Every Starian is a warrior! Your Excellency, even if you’ve killed Babata, do you think you can easily subdue us Starian people?”

“Blood may be shed, but our will shall never bend! Today, the billions of Starian people will use your flesh and blood to honor Marshal Babata’s spirit in the heavens!”

A triangular-headed figure stepped forward, his words resounding with force as he looked around at the other Starians.

“Everyone, follow me to battle the foreign enemy!”

“Huh? Where is everyone?”

All around, every Starian had fled without a trace, leaving only Babata’s corpse lying on the cold concrete ground.

It looked rather desolate.

Jiang Yan watched the scene with interest and asked, “So, you want to challenge me?”

“Wait a moment!”

The triangular-headed figure looked embarrassed.

“Damn cowards,” he cursed under his breath, then reluctantly made a decision that went against his ancestors.

“Sorry! I was a bit too loud just now!”

“Yan Thunder Destruction Slash.”

Jiang Yan descended and looked at Babata’s corpse on the ground.

“It seems no one is willing to collect your body. I wonder what meaning there was in all those things you stood for?”

When one reaches the summit, are they also forgotten by the world?

“Young friend, please hand over his body to me.”

At that moment, a gray figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer had stone-like skin, appearing no different from a statue, draped in a faded royal robe. His aura was restrained and subdued, as if emanating from ancient times.

As he finished speaking, a soldier beside him walked over with a marching gait, undaunted by the Killing Intent radiating from Jiang Yan. The soldier saluted Babata’s body on the ground, tears seemingly welling in his eyes.

Then, he slowly picked up the battered corpse and left.

Jiang Yan did not stop him, instead turning his gaze to the statue.

“You’ve finally decided to show yourself.”

In truth, the moment he arrived on Staria, his Spiritual Power had detected the location of this stone statue.

The statue moved slightly, its stone-like skin peeling away inch by inch.

Beneath was tender skin, dark golden hair, and a sharply defined face. Clad in a magnificent royal robe, his presence was like that of a king descending—a natural nobility hidden within an aura of slaughter.

This person was the most handsome Starian Jiang Yan had ever seen, with looks that would rank among the finest even among humans.

It was hard to imagine such a being hiding inside a stone statue all day, unseen by the world.

The Former King of Staria.

Qiao Yi.

He looked at Jiang Yan with a smile in his eyes. “Your Martial Way does not originate from Blue Star.”

His tone was certain.

“You guessed it.”

Qiao Yi closed his eyes and slightly spread his arms.

“Can you feel it? The scent of nature, those things that lie beyond the Martial Way?”

“Your Excellency Jiang Yan, how much do you understand of the Martial Way? Or rather, how much do you comprehend of the Transcendent?”

“If I recall correctly, I came here to fight, didn’t I?”

Jiang Yan took a step forward, fifty War Ruins Engravings floating before him.

Qiao Yi was unconvinced, he said.

“Time is running short. After this battle, regardless of victory or defeat, I fear I too will fade into the annals of time. Some things, kept bottled up inside…

are unbearable.”

“Better to draw my sword and ascend to the Nine Heavens than to lie dormant in the deep abyss as a withered bone.”