Is that a Wisp?

"Please… spare me!" A middle-aged lady possessing Seventh Stage God Core Realm in strength slumped to the ground, begging in despair. "Please, at least spare my child. He hasn't don't anything wrong."

"Heh!" A cultivator carrying a broadsword smirked in disdain, crouching before the middle-aged woman as he spoke, "Wasn't he born at the Godly Fusion Realm? You have a talented bloodline."

"What do you say?" He caressed her hair, muttering, "If you promise to birth me such a talented child, I'll let the two of you live. What do you say?"

"Do you promise…?" The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, resigning herself to her fate, when suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, noticing the broadsword pierced through her chest. "But you said…"

"Idiot! A child would never be born between people from different realms." The cultivator carrying the broadsword snorted, watching a thin crimson stream exit the middle-aged woman's body, sucking in the entirety of her essence, only leaving behind some dust.

Such crimson streaks dotted the skies as they all seemed to be heading in the same direction, causing the cultivator with the broadsword to mutter in distaste. "Pah, to think the Blood Pills are produced in such a disgusting manner."

"If you don't like it, stop using them to cultivate." Another cultivator nearby retorted, snorting before he walked past.

"Where does this flower pot think he's going after mocking me?" The cultivator with the broadsword emanated killing intent, staring right at the other cultivator.

"Damn, you stink!" The other party pressed down his cap further, pinching his nose as he spoke in disgust. "Damn, who the hell has taken a shit on the battlefield? It stinks!"

He then gazed at the cultivator with the broadsword, acting in surprise out of nowhere. "Oh! I thought someone shat here. But it was just your face. Man, your mother must have been one hell of a beauty to birth such a tragedy."

"Fuck you!" The cultivator with the broadsword roared in anger, unleashing a sword beam that slammed into the other cultivator. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen.

But instead, a thin barrier protected him from the attack as the two cultivators suddenly found themselves kissing the ground, buried a couple feet under. An ice-cold voice resounded, "If you dare fight, I'll paint the ground with your entrails. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir Immortal!" Both the cultivators nodded vigorously.

"Good, don't be overcome by the bloodlust. Besides, the lot of you aren't even warriors. You're just farmers that are farming for Blood Pills here. Nothing more, nothing less. Understand?" The immortal overseeing the entire operation conveyed through his Divine Sense.

"Yes, Lord Immortal!" The two cultivators got up before bowing in response.

The cultivator with a broadsword suddenly shuddered, noticing a figure hovering in the air before him, gazing down at him from a couple meters above.

The cultivator with the broadsword shuddered, asking nervously, "Is something wrong, Lord Immortal?"

"Did you… direct lust at that woman before?" The immortal gazed at the cultivator with the broadsword, glaring as he emanated his might.

"S-Sh-S-Sh-She was about to d-d-die. So, I just played a game with…" The cultivator with the broadsword stammered to speak when he stopped all of a sudden, his expression turning blank. Immediately after, his body split into hundreds of slices and collapsed to the ground.

"Look!" The immortal shouted, conveying the information to everyone in the Sub-Realm. "Whether they are handsome, gorgeous, young, old, genius or trash, nothing matters. The only thing that matters is their cultivation and the rank of the Blood Pill they could be turned into. If I see any damned farming idiot try to be smart, I'll eradicate you along with the rest of your useless bloodline."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord Immortal!" Everyone saluted immediately before resuming their battle.

"You damn invaders!" A group of immortals from the Sub-Realm flew towards the scene, exploding with all their wrath, slamming massive palm imprints at the Mong Realm army, intending to destroy them.

"Hah, finally! Some idiots with a backbone." The Mong Realm immortal smiled before taking off to the air.

"He's only at the Elementary God Realm. There's just one immortal in this entire army. Kill him!" The immortals bellowed.

"There are ten Primal Gods on our side and a few dozen Elementary Gods. Slaughter these Mong Realm bastards!"

"Kill!"

"That's a grand welcome for me." The Mong Realm immortal strangely broke into a smile at the situation, partly excited as he blasted into the skies, suddenly moving past the approaching group.

For a moment, the group of immortals was stunned into silence as the body of the Elementary God at the front exploded into a pool of blood.

"He killed us just by moving past?" The leading Primal Gods were overwhelmed with shock as one of them shouted at the Mong Realm immortal, "What the hell are you?"

"Hahaha, I'm surprised there exist people unaware of the mighty me." The Mong Realm immortal laughed as he flicked his hand, splashing the blood of the Elementary God, pointing at the Primal Gods as he spoke, "Listen closely. The one you've been honored to bask under the presence of is none other than the strongest Elementary God in existence, and also the one that would reach the apex in the future."

"Son of the Mong Realm Champion, the future Mong Realm Champion. I'm Mon-Du-Badak!"

"He's that monster's son?" The immortals were shocked, trembling in response.

They were all from the Tilk Realm. Having lost the war, they didn't have any God to rely upon anymore. In fact, even the number of Primal Gods had fallen severely.

As if to mock them, the Mong Realm invaded them from every direction, killing their people en masse and committing mass genocide that spanned their entire realm.

"Haha!" Mon-Du-Badak casually waved his hand, crippling another Elementary God while sending a Primal God flying. "You Tilk Realm immortals are too weak. So weak that I'm bored to fight you."

"I really need to fight against someone strong." He groaned, waving his hand, intending to slaughter another Elementary God, when suddenly, his attack dissipated.

"Then, why don't you fight me?" Suddenly, a voice resounded from behind him, up close, startling him as Mon-Du-Badak leaped a dozen meters forward in reflex, turning around to see the figure of Krune positioned just a couple centimeters before him, eyes locked, allowing him to notice a maniacal desire to roast everything present in his eyes.

"Let's see. Since you're the Mong Realm Champion's son and touted to be the strongest Elementary God…" Krune trailed off, raising his index, middle, and ring fingers slowly. "Three!"

"I'll kill you in three hits."