I Have A Martial Dao World-Chapter 500 - : 500. A punch extinguishes the wind and snow

Chapter 500: 500. A punch extinguishes the wind and snow

Snowflakes danced wildly, and the cold wind howled,

The two Dukes responsible for delaying the enemy on the ground had previously also faced Duke Zuo in the Xing’an Mountains.

Together, they managed to hold their ground in a swirling duel for less than five minutes before they were defeated in succession.

At this moment, in the square of the Winter Palace.

Ulyanov, transformed into an angel, held a Spear of Light against the blizzard, impaling a Duke in midair as his voice boomed like thunder,

“Demon Beast! You can no longer harm any living creature! Turn to dust!”

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The Spear of Light suddenly brightened, and the Duke howled as he turned to ashes, scattering in the harsh blizzard.

Seeing this, the Knights and soldiers in the distance cheered loudly, “Hoorah~ Hoorah~”

Ulyanov, however, furrowed his brows as he looked towards the ornate observatory at the very top of the Winter Palace.

His final enemy, Tsarina Catherine, was standing there with a very low posture, behind a stranger.

“The bell of doom has rung! The Demon Beasts shall be exterminated!”

Ulyanov took a deep breath and, with a voice of thunder, hurled the Spear of Light in his hand like a utility pole, aiming to test the waters.

The Spear of Light whistled with terrifying might, like a Cruise Missile, seemingly about to strike the observatory.

Even the Dukes dared not receive this blow head-on, and the observatory’s vampires, most of whom were useless burdens, were now screaming and scattering in all directions.

Only the Tsarina stood still, quietly behind the Primordial Ancestor.

The next second, a fair hand caught the giant Spear of Light that was whizzing through the air.

Apart from stirring up a circle of strong winds that scattered the snowflakes, there was no other destruction, and the impact seemed minimal.

Then, with a gentle squeeze of that fair hand, the Spear of Light dissipated into points of light.

Seeing this, Ulyanov’s expression turned stern as he shouted, “Who are you!”

“Many years ago, people called me… the Lord of Fear.”

The man known as the Lord of Fear leapt down but nearly stumbled upon landing; he shook his head as if quite dissatisfied with himself.

Ulyanov’s expression changed, “You are the Ancestor of Vampires!”

He realized in an instant—it was the Tsar who had awakened the sleeping Primordial Ancestor!

But by this time, the Human Race’s army had already surrounded the Winter Palace, waving their weapons and roaring a tsunami of “judgment upon the Demon Beast”!

The voices of hundreds of thousands reached the sky, causing the massive snowflakes in the air to flutter chaotically.

A massive tide of pure will surged towards him, and Ulyanov felt invigorated, convinced that even against the Primordial Ancestor, he would surely achieve victory!

The Lord of Fear, finding the crowd noisy, disdainfully said, “Maggots of the natives.”

Ulyanov, with a belief in certain victory, entered a state of full strength!

His angelic heart rapidly contracted and was actually drawn back into his body.

The heart not only could be “externally used,” but if the host was strong enough, this power of the mind could also be a formidable boon!

Already standing at 2.5 meters with a burly stature, the Knight King grew even taller; his steel-like muscles swelled explosively, and he was enveloped in a surge of energy that shot straight to the sky!

It was a spectacle caused by a physical form so strong that the energy had nowhere else to vent.

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The Fear Ancestor, observing this transformation, showed a glimmer of interest, “Your flesh must be very firm.”

“Ancestor of Vampires! Today, your kind shall face death and despair!”

With a long howl, Ulyanov’s feet pressed deep into the solid permafrost and he sprung forward with a fierce lunge!

An explosive sound rang out as a circle of white shockwaves emanated, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of his enemy, landing a direct and vicious punch!

The Fear Ancestor was hit so hard that his body was nearly folded in half, tumbling backward through the air.

Bouncing across the ground like a stone skipping on water, he created a series of large craters, with frozen soil and snow scattering in the blast.

Ulyanov, not giving his adversary a chance to recover, caught up to him instantly with his immense frame, and his arms swung a whirlwind of shadows, countless fists raining down amidst thunderous explosions!

With the force of their battle, massive cracks spread beneath them, and hundreds of tons of ice and soil got blasted into the sky.

After a frenzied beating, Ulyanov landed another Upper Hook Punch, hitting the enemy’s chin and sending him flying skywards.

He too whirled upward, hands clasped as he hurtled down in a crushing blow!

In the deafening roar of thunderous impacts, the Lord of Fear was hammered into the ground like a falling star; amidst the massive boom, the firm permafrost cratered outward like a meteorite strike.

The spectators hurriedly covered their ears to block the enormous noise, but they were almost swept into the sky by the strong gusts of wind generated by the shockwave, managing to survive only by clutching tightly to the nearby cannons.

When the dust settled, the Winter Palace square was riddled with craters and wreckage.

The most conspicuous was the one in the center, over ten meters in diameter and seemingly bottomless, from which wisps of blue smoke were still rising.

Upon seeing this scene, the humans thought their leader had won as usual and began to cheer loudly.

Now the snow was falling even more heavily, blurring everything around; even the magnificent Winter Palace seemed faint and ill-defined.

Ulyanov breathed lightly, gazing sternly at the meteorite crater.

A few seconds later, a gaunt figure emerged from the pit amidst the swirling snowflakes—it was the Lord of Fear.

He appeared unscathed, rotating his neck from side to side, and casually remarked, “Not bad for a massage, now it’s time to dine.”

Seeing that the opponent was completely unharmed, Ulyanov’s expression changed, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

The surrounding crowd that was cheering in support still believed that their leader would inevitably triumph, as he always had.

At this moment, there was no turning back, and Ulyanov shouted, “To not win is to die!”

With those words, he rushed at his enemy once more, his steel-like muscles bulging, and he swung his arms to throw a punch that could shake the heavens and earth!

The Lord of Fear, composed, flexed his wrists and threw a punch to meet him!

This punch seemed impossibly slow, even slower than the fluttering snowflakes, but it radiated an orange glow.

That was the high temperature generated by the punch’s friction with the air, like a meteor falling through the atmosphere!

The next instant, that punch, coming later but arriving first, struck Ulyanov, producing a muffled, thunderous sound.

A hole as large as a bathtub opened up on Ulyanov’s body, with his chest and the majority of his abdomen disappearing.

The terrifying force continued unabated after piercing through his body, stirring up a violent maelstrom.

Visible “Mach Rings” wreaked havoc, shaking the Winter Palace to its core and even soaring into the sky, dispelling the clouds.

The heavy snow stopped instantly, and sunlight poured down from above.

Ulyanov’s fist stopped just in front of the other’s nose and could no longer move.

Bathed in sunlight, he collapsed to the ground slowly, a look of disbelief on his face.

The crowd that had been cheering just moments before suddenly fell silent.

The Lord of Fear, drooling, picked up one of Ulyanov’s arms and began to chew vigorously.

His mouth could open so wide it reached to his ears, and in just a few bites, he swallowed the arm.

Then like a snake devouring its prey, he swallowed Ulyanov’s defiant head in one gulp.

Witnessing this scene, the army immediately descended into despair and panic, screaming as they fled in terror.

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The Vampires claimed a complete victory.

After ordering his subordinates to take care of the aftermath, the Tsar carefully approached and whispered, “Great Primordial Ancestor, I thank you… ”

Before he could finish his sentence, the Lord of Fear, who had been enjoying his meal, suddenly changed his expression, clutching at his heart.

In the sound of sizzling, a wound as wide as a child’s arm slowly appeared, emanating an unpleasant smell of charring.

“Damn it! This is an injury left by that native! What’s his name… Law Elemental Spirit… to think it has not been erased even after thousands of years!”

The Lord of Fear tried multiple times; the wound would heal instantly but would soon reappear.

“Bastard! This wound is drawing energy from within my body to strengthen itself!”

Glancing at the remainder of the Knight King’s corpse, he immediately realized—his recent feasting had allowed the wound left by the “Law Elemental Spirit” to grow stronger as well.

The Tsar stayed silent at the side, sensing a strong and unyielding will within the wound on the Primordial Ancestor, a type of injury that could only be inflicted by a demigod who had endured the Thunder Baptism.

The Lord of Fear, with a resentful glance towards the Shun Dynasty, then commanded the Tsar:

“Execute those maggot-like mortals in the most painful way possible. I need the blood of despair, twisted souls! Gather 100,000 people within three days!”

The Tsar froze on the spot, knowing humans were like sheep; they should not be depleted like this even if consumed.

About to advise otherwise, but seeing the malignant intent in the Primordial Ancestor’s gaze… the Tsar immediately complied:

“Please wait just a while, great Primordial Ancestor, your faithful descendants will prepare immediately.”

“And another thing! Do all you can to conceal the news of my awakening!”