Chapter 586: Chapter 582 Irvicester Chapter 586: Chapter 582 Irvicester “Your son is quite bold, daring to challenge all the young geniuses of the Boundless Heavenly Realm.”

“That’s not boldness, that’s confidence.” Ansol replied with a placid tone as he looked at the Blazing Sky God Descendant, whose face still held bruises from being beaten by him.

“Do you have the strength to challenge the entire Boundless Heavenly Realm?” The legendary Blazing Sky God descendent, now understanding why he had been beaten by Ansol, asked resentfully. All because his surname was Rafael.

“We can try!” Ansol replied, acknowledging that it would be difficult. Although the Titans are powerful, there are plenty of beings throughout the Boundless Heavenly Realm that can match them. At least where he was standing, Cloud City, and the Blazing Sky God Descendant in front of him.

“Hey, you’re not so confident yourself. What makes you think your son can do it?” asked the Blazing Sky God Descendant, who had been beaten up.

“He’s already defeated the Eight-winged Blazing Sky God Descendant from your tribe at a higher level. Don’t you think he can do this?” Ansol retorted. If denied, it would mean that the Blazing Sky God Descendant was too weak.

“In a fight of the same level, there’s a possibility.” The Blazing Sky God Descendant admitted reluctantly, albeit begrudgingly, “But don’t be too pleased, your son will have to challenge everyone in the tribe first before he has the chance to challenge the geniuses of the entire Heavenly Realm.”

“Didn’t Lord Aludiba just say that? Challenging the geniuses of your Blazing Sky God Tribe is just a warm-up.”

“Warm-up?” Although Aludiba had said as much, he hadn’t meant it thus, this left the lord of Cloud City unhappy, “Among all the Eight-Winged, Ileos is merely the weakest. There are two others stronger than him. Your son will likely be struck down before he’s even finished warming up!”

“The eight-winged, how strong can they be? Oh, right, if you’re really unhappy with my son, you could also suppress your realm strength and give it a try.” Ansol suggested with a smile, looking at the Blazing Sky God Descendant opposite him, who only had three pairs of wings on his back.

“He is just a junior, I disdain to bully him.”

“Nice way to put it, you’re afraid of losing and losing face, right?” Ansol teased, “Don’t worry, you only have six wings, even the eight-winged one lost, no one will laugh if you lose.”

“Ansol!” The lord of Cloud City roared in anger, wielding his weapon to fight with Ansol once more.

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“Prince Ilveicester!” A team of Six-winged Holy Light Angels arrived at a small world through a teleportation array, finding the Blazing Sky God Descendant standing atop a multi-headed dragon monster’s carcass.”

The monstrous three-headed evil dragon was a flying dragon species, limbless with a body as big as a mountain. It reeked of blood, indicating it had slaughtered countless creatures to accumulate such terrifying blood qi. However, it now laid in a puddle of blood with all three of its heads severed and three hearts shattered, but it was not entirely dead yet, showing signs of life.

“What is it?” The blood-covered Ilveicester looked at the descending team of Holy Light Angels, his eyes revealing an undeniable exhaustion. He had fought this triple-headed evil dragon for three months before wearing down its vitality and killing it. Yet, the central area of this world was completely shattered, leaving it a barren wasteland with no speck of life. It was unknown how long it would take to recover.

“Your Highness, that Titan named Muria…” The descending Holy Light Angel recounted the events involving Muria in every detail to Mikaerla’s elder brother, Ilveicester, a legendary Blazing Angel with over thirty years of existence.

“Muria, I remember him, the hybrid of a Titan and Dragon King. Humph! He wants to defeat all the geniuses of the Boundless Heavenly Realm? He has to get past me first!” Ilveicester vowed with a menacing look in his eyes.

“Your Highness, would you like to rest for a few days?” The Holy Light Angels looked at the dragon corpse under Ilveicester’s feet, their eyes filled with awe. To have such a powerful dragon life form in such a barren world was a miracle.

“No need.” Ilveicester swiped his Battle Sword, shaking off all the filth and blood. The act of a dragon slaying hero bathing in dragon blood would not be happening to him. That’s something that could only happen to low-level humans. Dragon blood could only make him feel uncomfortable, for he was fastidious.

Moreover, the three-headed dragon he had killed was indegenous to this world and had nothing to do with the Giant Dragons of Elasia. The only similarity was in the appearance. He had no idea how this small world managed to nurture it.

However, there won’t be a second one appearing anytime soon. This dragon had consumed most of the extraordinary powers and resources of this world, leaving no living being capable of opposing it. So, before Ilveicester, the savior arrived, the aboriginals of this world lived in constant fear.

“Let’s go back directly. I am curious to see what gave this half-blood Titan the audacity to target my sister after fifty years.” Ilveicester huffed coldly.

“Your Highness, please calm down! Prince Ileos has been defeated, we should be careful.”

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“Descendants of the Blazing Sky God with six wings or fewer, don’t waste time by coming up here, okay?” On a white stone ring, crafted by the Mountain Dragon King, Muria in his Titan form spoke somewhat helplessly as he knocked down another Four-winged Blazing Sky God with one swing of his hand. This was already the fifth Four-winged challenger he had faced.

“Do you guys really have no self-awareness? Or, is your plan for the Four-winged to come up one after another and drain my energy so that a Six-winged or Eight-winged can defeat me?”

Muria didn’t look at the Blazing Sky God who had been tossed aside and struggling to get up, instead, he looked at the Blazing Sky Gods outside the ring and the Holy Light Angels who had come purely to watch the battle.

The ring he was in was crafted by the Mountain Dragon King, but other Blazing Sky Gods and Epics added rules to it. Everyone who stepped into this ring would have part of their power suppressed, leveling the field to the weaker one’s level.

If a Soul-intent Second Rank stepped into the ring, Muria’s level would be suppressed to the same ranking. While his body would also be limited, only a small part of his strength could exert. However, his body’s defense remained unchanged, retaining its original legendary power.

Adding his battle experience, Muria really couldn’t think of what could lead to his defeat. Did these weaker beings think they could beat him by dragging him down to their level? What a joke.

Muria found that there were truly not few Blazing Sky Gods who were conceited or extremely narcissistic in their tribe.

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