Lü Bu Slays the Heavenly Principles: 100,000 Iron Cavalry Storm the Floating Island!
Lü Bu's Sky Piercer points directly at the throne of the Heavenly Principles. Behind him, 100,000 Bingzhou Wolf Riders advance like a blood-red cloud pressing down on the realm.
The Heavenly Principles sneer and unleash divine punishment. 300,000 heavenly soldiers materialize in the clouds in an instant.
Unexpectedly, Lü Bu charges alone, shattering the heavenly light. Wherever his halberd sweeps, divine blood rains down like a storm.
In the final moment, the Heavenly Principles summon chains of cosmic law—only for Lü Bu to crush them in his grasp.
"You gods… do you know the ultimate of mortal martial arts?"
Before the collapsing throne, Fengxian roars to the heavens:
"WHO ELSE?!"
The sky shatters, and the clouds are dyed crimson.
Lü Bu reins in his horse before his army. Chitu snorts scorching breath; beneath its hooves roils an endless sea of clouds. Ahead, the towering, floating Sky Island—glowing with countless radiance—looms like the arrogant pupil of a god, gazing indifferently upon the mortal world.
Behind him stand 100,000 Bingzhou Wolf Riders: cold iron armor, forest of weapons, standing silently amid blood and clouds. Their killing intent congeals into a blood-red canopy, suffocatingly oppressive.
He raises the icy edge of his Sky Piercer, pointing directly at the throne of the Heavenly Principles—the most blazing, unyielding divine light at the heart of the Sky Island.
No war drums. No horns. Only the white breath of 100,000 cavalry and the faint clink of blades brushing armor. In dead silence, a storm of destruction brews.
Above the clouds, light converges, and a figure slowly takes form. The Heavenly Principles sit high upon the throne, eyes filled with coldly rotating stars of law, regarding the world below as ants and dust. It does not even bother to rise, merely flicking its sleeve indifferently.
"Blasphemer… shall face divine punishment."
Words become law.
BOOM—!
The sky erupts in endless thunder. Purple lightning, thick as palace pillars, tears through the firmament, crashing down with annihilating force. Behind the thunder, clouds churn, and countless heavenly soldiers in brilliant light armor and elemental weapons appear out of thin air, filling the horizon. Their sacred, majestic pressure crashes like a tsunami.
Three hundred thousand heavenly soldiers—extensions of the divine will.
Lightning descends!
Yet Lü Bu smiles—a wild, almost fanatical grin, as if watching prey finally bare its fangs.
"Disperse!"
A roar, not a command, but a battle cry. His steed Chitu rears up, neighing shrilly. Without dodging, it charges into the sky of thunder, turning into a crimson meteor defying the heavens.
His Sky Piercer dances—no longer mortal skill, but a fury that stirs the winds and shatters laws. The halberd cuts through the air with a piercing howl, its immense force splitting the atmosphere, shredding and scattering the terrifying lightning. Crackling arcs leap across his armor, leaving no mark, making him seem like a demon born from thunder.
Alone on horseback, he plunges into the waterfall of lightning, charging upward against the current.
"Bingzhou sons!" Lü Bu's shout drowns out the thunder, echoing in every rider's ears. "Follow me—break their lines!"
"KILL! KILL! KILL!"
The silence of 100,000 riders ignites in an instant, a deafening war cry that shatters the clouds. The torrent of cavalry surges forth like a dam-breaking blood tide, slamming into the newly formed, radiant formation of 300,000 heavenly soldiers.
The next moment, the two tides collide at the front.
No testing. Only the wildest, cruelest slaughter.
Steel clashes with elements. Flesh and blood spray against divine light. Wolf Riders roar, thrusting enchanted spears into the glowing forms of heavenly soldiers. Soldiers coldly unleash elemental power—fire, frost, thunder—exploding amid the riders.
Many wolf riders vanish into ash, men and horses together. Countless heavenly soldiers are torn apart by mortal iron, disintegrating into fireflies.
A mad war of will versus numbers.
And Lü Bu is the frontmost, sharpest siege ram of this blood tide.
Where Chitu runs, all fall. The Sky Piercer becomes a storm of death. Each swing shatters rows of heavenly soldiers like fragile glass. Each slash raises a brilliant, cruel rain of divine blood. He needs no defense—all approaching elemental attacks and blade strikes are shattered by the halberd's wild momentum.
He charges forward, invincible, carving a blank path through the endless heavenly ranks, leaving only disintegrating divine fragments and scattered light.
No one can stand against him for even one exchange.
The figure on the throne leans slightly forward. In those cold eyes of law, a ripple finally appears—surprise, and cold rage at being provoked by an ant.
Divine might surges.
The Sky Island rumbles. Vast laws converge. The sky darkens, space twists. A giant light spear forms before the god, wrapped in power enough to pierce stars and annihilate souls.
Yet Lü Bu does not even glance at the spear that could slay true gods. His gaze pierces the chaos, locking onto the Heavenly Principles. Chitu gallops over the corpses of heavenly soldiers and broken clouds, speed rising once more.
"Heavenly Principles!"
Roaring, Lü Bu leaps from his horse! Abandoning Chitu, he merges his body with the halberd, turning into a dark-red blood blade that tears through the universe, stabbing straight for the throne.
The giant light spear fires at the same instant.
Time seems to freeze.
All battle sounds fade. Between heaven and earth, only the upward-striking blood blade and the brilliant spear of divine punishment remain.
The next moment: impact.
No earth-shaking explosion.
Only an ear-splitting, soul-stabbing tear.
The blood blade cuts through the spear like hot knife through butter, splitting it in two. Momentum unbroken, it bursts through the chaotic energy, closing in on the throne.
For the first time, disbelief appears in the eyes of the Heavenly Principles.
It raises a hand. Countless crystal chains of world-origin law emerge, weaving into a giant net, blocking and wrapping toward Lü Bu. Where the chains pass, space freezes, cuts, reshapes—the embodiment of order, the supreme rule no mortal or god can defy.
"Bind."
Divine words fall.
The chains snap shut, coiling tightly around Lü Bu and his wild aura, attempting to imprison and annihilate him completely.
Lü Bu's body halts in midair, just a hundred feet from the throne. Crystal chains dig deep into his dark armor, creaking horribly. The law's power erodes his body and energy madly.
The Heavenly Principles look down indifferently, as if watching a fly trapped in a web.
"The power of mortals… has its limits…"
Before the words finish.
Wrapped in chains, Lü Bu suddenly lifts his head. Beneath his helmet, his eyes burn not with despair or anger, but with boiling battle intent and supreme contempt.
"Limits?" he growls. Muscles bulge, erupting with mountain-splitting strength. The tightening chains scream under the strain. "I will show you… what TRUE LIMITS ARE!"
Crack!
One chain snaps.
Then—crack! Crack! Crack!
Countless law chains shatter one after another, torn apart by pure, unbridled power, breaking into glowing fragments that scatter.
Lü Bu reaches out, grabs the last few chains coiling toward his neck, and clenches his fingers.
"BREAK!"
The final chains turn to powder in his grip.
The Heavenly Principles' pupils constrict. For the first time, a crack appears on its perfect, eternally indifferent divine face—shock.
Lü Bu bursts through the law fragments, stepping before the throne in one stride. His Sky Piercer, carrying the murderous aura to slay gods and demons, crashes down.
"You gods—"
The halberd shatters the divine shield, tears through the sacred robes, and slams deep into the god's body.
"DO YOU KNOW THE ULTIMATE OF MORTAL MARTIAL ARTS?!"
Divine blood—scorching, brilliant, brimming with immense power—erupts like a fountain, splattering Lü Bu's fierce visor and the broken throne.
The Heavenly Principles freezes. It looks down at the halberd embedded in its body. The stars of law in its eyes flicker wildly, then collapse one by one, turning to empty ash.
It opens its mouth, but no divine decree comes forth.
Lü Bu twists his wrist, slashing the halberd sideways.
Slice—!
The divine body, along with its supreme throne and authority, is cut in half.
A silent wail echoes through the sky. The entire Sky Island trembles violently. Its countless radiance dims instantly.
The 300,000 heavenly soldiers freeze. Their light fades, movements stiffen, then collapse like sandcastles, dissolving into raw light particles and scattering into the clouds.
The broken throne groans and collapses, huge flaming chunks plummeting to the world below.
Lü Bu stands before the throne's ruins, slowly pulling out his Sky Piercer, dripping with divine blood. Beneath his feet lies the rapidly cooling, fading corpse of the Heavenly Principles.
Behind him, the surviving tens of thousands of Bingzhou Wolf Riders—bloodied, battered, but unbroken—silently rein in their horses, staring at the demon-like figure above the clouds.
Thick blood and mist mix, filling the air.
Lü Bu raises his head. His visor, stained with divine blood and dust, faces the shattered, silent sky. He lets out a world-shaking, arrogant roar—declaring the fall of the old gods, challenging every possible foe in the darkness:
"WHO ELSE?!"
The echo rolls, shaking the broken Sky Island, soaring into the endless void.
The clouds churn, as if answering the slayer of gods.