Chapter 1366: Chapter 1350: Do You Really Think I’m Easy to Bully? Chapter 1366: Chapter 1350: Do You Really Think I’m Easy to Bully? Upon the vast expanse of the land, towering mountains, lush jungles, expansive plains, rolling hills, and boundless seas… a vibrant world’s phantom image emerged behind Muria, countering and resisting the rule suppression and rejection from the Netherworld, continuously supplying Muria with strength, preventing him from being dragged to death by the mindless Ancient Divine Spirit.

Boom!

Clad in a layer of blackish-gray scales, like an avatar of annihilation, the Dragon King plummeted from the sky dome and struck heavily into the mountains made of skeletal bones.

The Dragon King, whose length exceeded two thousand meters, fell to the ground, and the terrifying impact force annihilated the Bone Mountain Range it directly came into contact with in an instant, yet this force did not dissipate, having only released a small fraction.

The greater kinetic energy was all unleashed by the Dragon King into the land of the Netherworld, resulting in a massive crater forming at the site of the downfall, and with the crater’s formation, it seemed that the land entirely composed of skeletal bones rippled outward.

The sturdy ground, like an unpredictable sea, formed ring after ring of “waves”; this was a natural disaster capable of thoroughly altering the ecology of a region, a cataclysmic event. And even more terrifying was that this was only the beginning.

At the very bottom of the crater created by the Dragon King’s fall, the intense heat melted everything, even forming a pool of semi-molten, reddish-gold lava, and Muria’s dragon claws were soaked in it.

As a result, this newly-formed lava pool began to solidify at a frightening speed, because Muria was extracting the energy contained within through this direct contact, replenishing his own loss.

While maintaining his Dragon King form, Muria had a dark gray sword mark sprawling across his chest and abdomen, which was precisely why he had plummeted from the sky dome just moments ago.

The Ancient God, who wielded the mantle of Death, wielded the Power of the God’s realm to unleash a sword strike that tore through the Saintly Imperial Abyss that had completely fused with Muria’s dragon scales, and the immense force caused Muria to falter momentarily.

“Damn!”

Muria, who had simply used a disguise of Death God Power, cursed angrily upon seeing the gash across his torso, as his true nature was exposed.

“Hmm? Art thou not the challenger?”

The ancient Death God, observing the flow of golden Divine Blood from the Dragon God’s chest and abdomen, with its aura of death surging visibly faster, changed its attitude towards Muria once again,

“Dost thou seek to slay me?”

“I merely wish to replace you, nothing more,” Muria lifted his dragon head, while the cold Sword Qi mixed with Death Qi in his chest was driven out by the overbearing Solar Divine Power, and then Muria’s wound rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Death and Sun? Do the younger generations nowadays aspire to such lofty goals? I never dared to do such a thing in my time.”

Perceiving the power that Muria wielded, the Ancient Divine Spirit let out a melancholic sigh, causing Muria to shudder.

Has he gone mad, or is he not? If this Ancient God had no issues, and he willingly came to their Divine Kingdom, that would be an act of utter stupidity.

“Ha ha ha, are the young ones these days all so greedy, utterly heedless of life and death? Nevertheless, thy potential is commendable, thou art worthy of receiving my boon, to become my mount,”

Yet, in the next instant, the will transmitted by the Ancient God seemed nonsensical, leaving Muria in a state of semi-doubt, though he was not overly panicked.

Knowing full well it was not his opportunity but a scheme of another, Muria naturally pondered, if he faced the worst-case scenario, how should he respond? Only after devising a way out did he dare to come forward.

Thus, while Muria did not dare to guarantee other outcomes, he was certain that even in the face of a primordial deity, he could escape unscathed.

Assured of his life’s safety, Muria started to address other issues, such as the elderly figure before him, who repeatedly saw him as a mount, and upon realizing his mistake, attempted to recruit him.

The saying goes that dragons have a reverse scale, where touching it invites rage; a saying that had been well-worn. But today, Muria found it appropriate to recall; in Elasia, no one dared to utter such words in his presence.

Such words were tantamount to humiliating him, the two great races he represented, and unless utterly foolish, no one dared to speak to him thus.

Now, facing an entity from a Different World with ultimate authority, and the other party being utterly oblivious to his origins, naturally wouldn’t care much, just as the mighty do not concern themselves with whether their actions trample on the dignity of the weak.

Muria never indulged in empty, grandiose words, always preferring to express his stance through actions.

Therefore, in the sky dome, the flashing Thunder glowed radiantly, the Divine Tree, whose trunk was invisible, appeared ever more luxuriant; this was the law of Thunder magic, resulting from Muria projecting his own World Law onto himself, causing conflict with the Law of the Netherworld, leading to this anomaly.

Muria had done such a thing before when subjugating the Feathered Fire God, using the sheer volume of his own world to forcefully erase the Divine Kingdom’s advantage of the deity and compel the Divine Spirit to swallow their own teeth in submission, helplessly enduring Muria’s exploitation.

Now, for Muria to attempt the same trick again, there was not a shred of possibility, the gap between the Feathered Fire God’s divine kingdom and that of the primeval deities was as vast as that between rivers and lakes and the boundless ocean, utterly incalculable.

As for who was suppressing whom, that was still an issue. Initially, when Muria summoned his own world within the Feathered Fire God’s divine kingdom, the vision nearly occupied half of the Feathered Fire God’s realm, yet now, his world projection was barely managing to materialize behind him, and to establish a passage connecting the two realms would be even more strenuous.

Simply in terms of power, Muria was at an absolute disadvantage, this was an unquestionable problem. The existence of the primeval deities spanned millions of years, and even if they did nothing but sleep without eating or drinking, their foundation would also be something Muria could never hope to match.

But battle is not merely a matter of who has higher levels or greater strength. If that were the case, there wouldn’t be so many battles occurring; if it really came to fighting, everyone would just compare strengths, and those with less power or lower levels would simply concede defeat, but this is impossible.

Battle is a comprehensive matter, a competition of both sides’ strength, skill, experience, and even luck. Until the gap has widened beyond a certain point, even the weaker party retains the potential to defeat the stronger, and Muria considered himself to possess this potential.

Roar!

Accompanied by a resounding and majestic roar, the four basic elements: earth, wind, water, fire, all erupted instantly. The Dragon King, sensing his own disadvantage, utilized his power to connect with the elemental realms, stirring up the Elemental Tide and altering the environment of the entire battlefield.

Such changes were temporary, needing Muria to maintain them with his power, and moreover, the impact of such environmental changes was almost negligible to the Undead Emperor.

In the next instant, utilizing the Elemental Tide that spanned nearly a million square kilometers, Muria exerted all his capable might in casting the controlled legendary spells,

Solar Storm

Thunder Purgatory

Ice-sealing All Things

…and in a flash, dozens of majestic, spirit light-infused legendary spells bombarded the Undead Emperor, a dazzling aura of spirit light bursting upon the ancient Death God’s body, completely enveloping him, making him appear like a colorful sun.

Soon, this sun dimmed, revealing the figure within, naturally, unharmed, without even a scratch on his armor.

This was to be expected, even though the legendary spells Muria had just cast were enhanced versions capable of inflicting some damage on deities.

But to an existence sitting at the very top of the God Spirit Sequence, such spells were fundamentally immune. However, Muria hadn’t hoped that his spells could injure Him, it was merely a probe to test the defenses of the entity in charge of “Death” and gauge the extent of his formidable defenses.

And the truth did not disappoint Muria, this deity, clearly battle-hardened, possessed a set of godly armor with formidable defense; breaching it would not be easy.

“Is that all there is?”

“Of course not!”

Taking advantage of the elemental confusion caused by the Elemental Tide and barrage of legendary spells that could disrupt perception, Muria, already transformed into the Dragon Titan form, wielded the Damo Sword. He stabbed directly into the Undead Emperor’s body through the gaps in his armor.

There were no cries of pain, nor any screams. The Death God, who just endured a series of legendary spell bombings, caught Muria’s body with a single slap of his hand, then once again fiercely smashed him into the ground.

Boom!

The mushroom cloud hadn’t yet taken shape before it was forcefully dispersed by a giant palm reaching down from the sky dome, and before Muria could retaliate, that same palm smashed him even deeper into the earth.

And it didn’t end there. The ancient divine spirit, having developed an instinct for such battles, even with His consciousness in disarray, still reflexively reacted with his body.

One could see the ancient god, towering tens of thousands of meters high, lifting his foot and then viciously stamping it down towards the deeply embedded Muria. Although it appeared to be a simple action, yet He invoked the entire Divine Kingdom to echo with His strike.

“You really think I’m easy to bully?”

Before the foot could fall, a fist enveloped in golden light, barely discernible in shape, erupted from beneath the ground and then fiercely punched the base of the ancient god’s foot.

Boom!

A tangible ring-shaped shockwave erupted from the collision of fist and foot, sweeping across the world, and accompanying this spreading shockwave was the ancient god’s body slowly toppling.

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