My Core is the Boss-Chapter 134.2: Im a Player. I Dont Play Fair. I Roll Over Everything!
Shang Yanran's face was frosty as she looked at the panicked Supremes inside the hall. "Who charged in?”
"It's the Blood Master! He brought an army, they destroyed my forward outpost! All of them wore red robes. If I hadn't escaped fast enough, I'd already be dead!" one Supreme stammered.
The others nodded rapidly. "Yes! The Blood Master's army!"
"Blood Master? Army?" Shang Yanran's brows rose. "How many men do they have?"
"A thousand Supremes!"
"No, three thousand!"
"Nonsense, it was five thousand!"
"You're all wrong! It was clearly ten thousand!"
"Ridiculous! Where would the Flowing Wind World get that many Supremes?!"
The hall broke into a chaotic argument.
Shang Yanran narrowed her eyes. "It seems the Blood Master has unified the Flowing Wind World. Impressive, yet pointless. With ten thousand demon Supremes here, they're just offering their lives."
The demon Supremes in the hall smirked proudly.
"Let them tear through the outer outposts. Once they step into Boundless Plain, it's all over!" Shang Yanran declared.
Once she obtained the Great Sun Golden Lotus, the first world she would devour was the Flowing Wind World, turning it into her paradise.
"I'll take five thousand Supremes and capture them myself!" a demon Great Supreme declared confidently.
Shang Yanran hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. Blood Master is to be captured alive. Great Supreme Hongniu, I leave it to you."
In theory, five thousand Supremes was enough to flatten the Flowing Wind World.
Hongniu nodded. "The mission will be completed!"
He was more than eager. Each Flowing Wind World Supreme was precious prey. Besides, capturing the Blood Master in one decisive move would help him make a name for himself.
"Leave them no chance! Prepare an army of five thousand Supremes!" Hongniu barked, taking the command token.
A subordinate reminded him. "Great Supreme Hongniu, mobilizing five thousand Supremes will take half a day."
Supreme armies were different from ordinary troops. One couldn't just shout and go. How could scattered Supremes ever stand against a fully organized force of them?
"Half a day?" Hongniu nodded. "Fine. I'll warm a pot of wine. When I'm done drinking, I'll sweep through the Flowing Wind World. Waiting here without fighting is too boring."
He left the organization to others and went to drink with familiar Great Supremes.
"In a few hours, you'll be sweeping the Flowing Wind World. If the Supreme One favors you, you might enter the true Myriad Demon Gate. I envy you," a female demon Great Supreme said flirtatiously.
"That Blood Master does have some skill. We haven't caught him yet, so it's too early to say," Hongniu said modestly.
"The Supremes of the Flowing Wind World are nothing but chickens and dogs. Once your army moves, you'll crush them!"
"Hey, when did we offend you?"
They drank leisurely, fully relaxed.
"Five thousand Supremes will easily capture the Blood Master!" Hongniu boasted, slightly drunk.
"If we drink here for three days, you'll probably be back victorious before we finish the wine!" someone laughed.
Hongniu grinned proudly. "If so, it will be a tale for the ages."
Just then, a terrifying wave of power rolled in.
A sharp, icy shout tore through the sky. "Die!"
Hongniu froze mid-drink. What...?
Before he realized it, he flew out of the hall.
High in the sky, a thousand blood-robed Supremes were charging straight at them.
"You dare attack my camp before I even come for you? How bold!" Hongniu barked. "Supremes, assemble!"
The camp's Supremes scrambled to form a battle formation.
Boom!
The thousand blood-robed Supremes attacked at once, and dozens of corpses fell instantly.
Without caring, Hongniu shouted, "A sneak attack is only impressive the first time! Just wait until our formation is complete, we'll crush you!"
He was brimming with confidence. Today would be the day he made his mark and carved his name into history. The enemy dared to raid their camp? Courting their own deaths!
Yet the moment his words fell, another wave of killing shouts rolled across the sky.
Two more battalions of blood-robed Supremes descended from above, each one a thousand strong.
Hongniu’s expression finally darkened, though he remained calm inside. "Three thousand Supremes? Is this all the Flowing Wind World has to offer?"
He felt no fear whatsoever. "All Supremes take the battle formation! Exterminate the invaders!"
In the camp, five thousand Supremes barely managed to assemble a formation.
Hongniu's eyes gleamed with pride. "Five thousand against three thousand, we hold the advantage! Surround and wipe them out!"
Beside him, a Great Supreme from the Northern Region of the Flowing Wind World sighed. "This must be their limit. Who would've thought the Flowing Wind World's ten-thousand-year accumulation of Supremes would all perish here?"
He sighed again.
But in the next instant, something no one expected happened. From the heavens came yet another surge of thunderous shouts. Everyone looked up, seeing five more blood-robed battalions appear. Another five thousand Supremes.
"What is this?" Hongniu was dumbfounded. "How could there be more!?”
The Great Supreme was stunned as well. Since when did the Flowing Wind World have this many Supremes!?
A cold, commanding voice boomed from above. "I am Yang Hun, Commander of the Blood Palace Vanguard! By the Blood Master's decree, slay the enemy Supremes! Show no mercy!"
Yang Hun led these seven thousand Supremes straight into the camp. With one strike, the world shook.
"I still have six thousand reserves behind me! The advantage is mine!" Hongniu bellowed fearlessly.
The other Supremes thought the same. Though the numbers surprised them, the advantage still seemed firmly in their favor.
Suddenly, Yang Huan's eyes flickered with contempt. "Then you have no idea what kind of terror you're about to face."
Yang Hun couldn't wait until the full army finally arrived at their doorstep. Just how shocked and terrified would they be as they were crushed flat?
"Hmph! Tiny Flowing Wind World, daring to oppose my Myriad Demon World! It's like a moth charging into a hurricane—"
Before Hongniu could finish speaking, a mountain-shattering roar rolled across the sky.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
The cries surged like a tidal sea, sweeping from every direction.
Hongniu looked up and his eyes bulged wide. Blood-robed battalions were flying in from every horizon. Their numbers continued to rise. One. Ten. Thirty. Seventy...
Everywhere he looked, it was nothing but blood-red silhouettes. The sky was dyed crimson, and even the earth seemed to reflect it.
Hongniu trembling in sheer terror. "W-what is this? How is this even possible?!"
Every Supreme on the field felt their hearts lurch. They stared helplessly, drawing in a sharp, chilling breath.
At long last, the army of one hundred thousand had arrived on the Boundless Plain. Blood-red robes billowed across the sky, turning the heavens red as far as the eye could see. Even the earth below seemed to glow with the same hue.
One hundred thousand Supremes, forming more than a hundred military formations.
How preposterous! Who could possibly stand against them? Who could even hope to?
Within that massive army, the figure seated upon the throne rose to his feet. His gaze swept across the Boundless Plain, exuding a domineering arrogance that looked down upon the world.
"I have one hundred thousand Supremes at my command. How can you possibly stop me? Game's final boss? You're nothing but small fry. Blood Palace, hear my order. Kill them!"
With Qi Yuan's single command, the endless army surged forward. Red clouds pressed upon the battlefield, and the heavens shook. One hundred thousand Supremes struck together, resulting in an earth-shattering force.
"Die!"
"Die!"
They showed no restraint. Countless Origin Divine Techniques roared forth toward the five thousand Supremes ahead. It wasn't a battle, but an absolute carnage.
The five thousand enemy Supremes were elite among elites. Yet even they were powerless against a hundred thousand divine techniques. None would know which Supreme had struck the final blow. They died without even glimpsing their killer's face.
If an autopsy were possible, the only conclusion would be: the body is filled entirely with Origin Divine Technique.
"Die for offending the Blood Palace!" the hundred thousand roared as one, their momentum soaring to the heavens. Divine techniques erupted, and nearby mountains crumbled.
"Die for standing in the way of the Blood Palace!"
Another wave of divine techniques surged, and the earth collapsed.
"Enemy of the Blood Palace, die!"
Yet another wave burst forth, more terrifying than nuclear fire scouring the land.
What mountains? What terrain? Nothing remained.
The hundred thousand Supremes were practically striking at the air. The five thousand below had long since perished, their body and soul erased.
Everywhere, divine techniques raged. Everywhere, the aura of greed, lust, arrogance swept forth, bringing an overwhelming tide of corruption and destruction. The hundred-thousand-strong army swept across the field, ending the battle in an instant.
One hundred thousand versus five thousand. It wasn't a fight—it was pure annihilation.
Even the greatest prodigy among Great Supremes would perish beneath this endless flood of power. Such was the Blood Palace—Qi Yuan's secret for clearing the trial.
The thousands of Supremes moved like Qi Yuan's own limbs, marching forward under his gaze toward the depths of the Boundless Plain.
There lay the last five thousand Supremes.
***
Meanwhile, at the White Supreme Palace's outpost.
Everyone stood frozen, dumbstruck. The scene unfolding before their eyes was far beyond anything they had dared to imagine.
Ning Tao gripped her blood-red sword. Through the thick scarlet mist, her gaze found the man she had been longing for all this time.
"H-he's my childhood sweetheart."
