Goblin Chief: King’s Profession, Golden Goblin: Third Realm Level 300.
As expected, it appeared.
This figure, like a small giant, strode forward while waving his hand.
Golden specks of light emanated from his body.
Five golden lights condensed from the light specks, forming golden light arrows that shot forward.
The speed was supersonic.
The target was precisely the five weakened individuals.
Divine Techniques?
It was definitely Divine Techniques.
As the technique was deployed, Small Knife recognized it as Divine Techniques, with each golden light arrow’s attack reaching level 300.
Simple, brutal, yet imnsely powerful.
This made Small Knife inhale sharply, thinking his Golden Bell could perhaps take only one hit.
Indeed, every world has its own foundation.
Whizz, whizz, whizz...!
Among the ten elite disciples who entered, five had used powerful moves temporarily incapacitating them, while the remaining five maintained unity of body and sword, and acted at that mont.
Only flying swords were visible, five streaks of light flashed past, striking the golden light arrows, dispersing them.
Without pausing, they all charged towards the Golden Goblin.
Clearly, these five Inner Sect elite disciples, despite having Magical Treasures, were exceptionally powerful and experienced, aware that this Golden Goblin was not easy to deal with.
So the five planned to focus their attacks on him.
A roar erupted, the Golden Goblin erupted with even more intense golden light, a massive rod ford of golden light appeared in his hand.
The golden light was so dense it was hard to see, but Small Knife could still make out that this king’s rod was evaluated as a Top-grade Magical Artifact, capable of exerting the power of a Half-Step Treasure with the blessing of a special profession and Divine Techniques.
So this is a king’s profession? Indeed, no world is simple,.
The golden rod swung at supersonic speed!
Hundreds of golden lights flashed by, leaving Small Knife overwheld, his strength too inferior to perceive clearly.
He also deeply realized his own shortcomings, seeing many areas that needed improvent.
Yet he faintly saw five sword lights dancing amidst the golden light, leaving trails of afterimages.
anwhile, the other surviving goblins launched their attack, with a dozen or so transforming to grow larger.
But they only grew to just over three ters.
They emitted cold air, their bodies a green-blue hue, Elite Profession, Ice Goblins.
Stretching a hand, icy arrows shot forth in rapid succession.
Also a Divine Technique.
All over red, reaching out with flas surrounding, launching fireballs in succession.
Elite Profession, Fla Goblin.
Each one had advanced to level 300, their deployed techniques were Divine Techniques, imnsely powerful.
Small Knife was unaware that these players were the masters of individual tribes in this world, commanding goblin troop numbers in the tens of thousands, with high status, were it not for quests, they would not have co here.
...!
"The treasure chest disappeared? It disappeared? Looks like the Master of the World is here, what audacity." The voice carried disbelief mixed with an inexplicable thrill.
This Goblin was far from here, standing before a lake.
The lake was an erald blue, like a mirror, reflecting the images of the battle at the passage.
Under normal circumstances, after killing and acquiring a treasure chest, a player needs to pick it up.
Only the Master of the World, with his presence forms a natural domain, within which he will automatically collect everything within a vast area; even in another world, this domain might shrink, but it won’t disappear.
This was the judgnt of the Master of the Goblin World.
Of course, he didn’t notice any other invading players, only the native troop types entered.
Besides, as the Master of the World, it was impossible for invading players to evade his detection completely.
Yet as soon as they entered and before completing the relevant quest, they couldn’t hide completely.
Slaying a Master of the World was infinitely tempting for him.
Not to ntion the nurous benefits, the dissolution of a Master of the World within this realm alone would increase the analytical understanding of the world by at least one percent, giving an imnsely powerful advantage.
Such audacity.
He imdiately issued a quest.
In a certain range near the spatial rift, all goblin players accepted the richly rewarding quest and set out.
Each one’s eyes were red with excitent due to the rewards being excessively abundant.
Naturally, they brought along their troop types, native subordinates, and the like.
Each player had a tribe, bringing out most of their subordinates numbering over ten thousand, even the fewest had easily five to six thousand.
This was just shortly after a great battle, with no ti to recover.
Small Knife was naturally unaware of this, he silently observed the battlefield.
This ti ten Inner Sect elite disciples entered, all possessing Magical Treasures, their combat power exceedingly high.
But now, five were incapacitated, five of them being held up by a King-level goblin.
All others who entered afterward were Outer Disciples.
But they should also be Outer Elite Disciples.
From entering the spatial rift to this world, only a few seconds had passed.
With the spatial rift closed, these disciples had no way back, but they did not panic, it seed they had anticipated this.
For the spatial rift, the teleportation gate connecting two worlds, the Five Elents Sword Control Sect had its own assessnts.
These Outer Elite Disciples were not idle; besides the five protecting Inner Elite Disciples who were fully recovering, all others were swiftly setting up formations.
They planted small flags underground.
The flags were five-colored, naturally representing Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.
However, regardless of the color attribute of the flag, a sword shape was reflected upon it.
But at this mont, they had to allocate so n to face the rushing enemies.
Seeing this, Small Knife could no longer remain idle.
With a shift in thought, his Top-Grade Flying Sword shot out at full speed towards the nearest Fla Goblin, making it the target.
Divine Techniques, Critical Strike.
Divine Techniques, Nine Stars Linked Pearls.
He attacked with full force from the start.
Under Critical Strike, the power of the Top-Grade Magical Artifact doubled, nearing the power of a Half-Step Treasure.
The Fla Goblin also sensed the crisis, with a peculiar sound, flas surged all over him as if encased by flas.
Under the deadly threat, he had pushed his Fla Ability to its limit.
A series of fireballs ford to et the oncoming flying sword.
Boom, boom, boom!
In the successive explosions, the Top-Grade Magical Artifact flying sword pierced through each fireball, its power diminishing each ti.
Even so, it drilled through more than ten fireballs.
This all happened in an instant.
Too late to evade, the flying sword reached the Fla Goblin’s forehead.
Although unable to dodge, at that mont the flas on the Fla Goblin had shrunk, forming a fiery red armor that tightly shielded him.
The flying sword struck the forehead, blocked by a fiery red helt, unable to advance further.
The Fla Goblin heaved a sigh of relief.
Just then, the spot where the helt on his forehead was hit began to crack.
However, the speed was not rapid.
The Fla Goblin was montarily stunned, confirming how formidable the players from the Otherworld truly were.
However, since the speed was not rapid, he had ti to react, channeling the power of the Fla Knife, causing the cracks to start healing.
So close, what a narrow escape, the renowned flying sword of the legendary cultivators truly lives up to its na.
Manipulating flas was like eating or drinking water to him; this was his Divine Technique, the Lifebound Divine Technique accompanying the Fla Goblin Elite Profession, rely Fla Manipulation.
With this alone, slaying even Level 300, Peak of the Second Realm Magical Beasts was not a problem.
But his true trump card was his defense; not every Fla Goblin could comprehend this Divine Technique of Fla Armor.
He comprehended it, which ant breaking through the bottleneck, as long as the world allowed, he would directly be a Third Realm powerhouse.
Why hasn’t the sense of deadly crisis vanished?
This thought suddenly surfaced in the Fla Goblin’s mind.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, then, nine flying sword phantoms followed.
The Fla Goblin’s eyes lost their luster, filled with disbelief.
Because each of the nine modest phantoms that followed were hardly three points weaker than the mighty flying sword before, yet there were nine of them.
No regrets in death.
This was his final thought.
The Fla Goblin collapsed, turning into scattered flas, with a treasure chest burning with a fla knife in essence coagulating out but then vanishing right away.
As the Master of the World, he naturally ford a domain, even in an Otherworld, with the domain limited to a certain range, but the treasure chest still fell within this range and was directly collected by Small Knife.
He glanced at it.
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