"Where did another bumpkin like you co from?"
"Today, every one of you must die!"
Eric the Noble shouted without fear and his confidence overflowing. The expression on his face showed smugness written all over it. He could already see an immortal sect envoy waving him over. He was currently thinking whether he should choose the sa immortal sect as Peter Wesley or chase after his goddess, Gwendolyn?
Dracula’s gaze turned serious as his body released an endless killing intent containing a sense of madness.
The Vampire Blade in his hands started ringing and a red blade qi surged out.
Maxwell raised his right hand and blocked Dracula. He then looked at Eric with interest and said: "I really want to know why you want to kill . Based on sound reasoning, you should have seen my strength already so unless there’s so sort of huge benefit, you wouldn’t have chosen this path. I really want to know."
Indeed...
Maxwell exploded forth with unparalleled powers during the ti at the Great Alliance auction house.
He then killed Devil Monarch Skysoul half a month ago, causing all the experts in the world to be wary of him. Maxwell had the Heavenly Sword that even Devil Monarch Skysoul was afraid of, so there wasn’t anyone left unafraid.
It’s impossible for Eric not to know about it.
Knowing this yet sending out so many peak Venerate rank experts? What’s really going on?
There has to be a reason behind this!
Maxwell faintly smiled and said: "I am soone who’s about to die soon so can you fulfil my wish before my death? I really want to know why you must kill ."
Eric the Noble smiled smugly and said: "You really don’t know?"
"That’s true..."
"Just based on your strength and the Evans Kingdom’s strength, not knowing about this is also reasonable."
"A bumpkin like you sohow stepped onto so dog shit luck and was approved by the immortal sects. They made an exception and gave you the qualifications to beco an immortal sect disciple. A few days later or maybe even now, there might be envoys from the immortal sects waiting for you at the Capital City to bring you back to their sect."
Eric the Noble’s gaze was filled with disdain as he spoke up to this point.
He felt that Maxwell wasn’t qualified to gain such prestige.
Maxwell was stunned by this and said to himself: "How co I’ve never heard about gaining the qualifications to be an immortal sect disciple from anyone? And how co they didn’t even ask if I agreed to it or not first? These so-called immortal sects must truly think they are so aweso existence."
Imdiately after...
Maxwell then asked in confusion: "It was that gained the qualifications to beco an immortal sect disciple but what relationship does that have to do with you wanting to kill ?"
"The relationship is very simple!"
"Based on the rules of our world – when the immortal sects make an exception to accept a disciple, whoever can kill that person will gain their qualification. Now you should know whether this is related to you or not, right?" Eric the Noble started chuckling evilly, "Once I kill you, I will gain the qualifications to beco an immortal sect disciple. A few years later, I can wander the world unhindered! Hahaha..."
"I understand now!"
Maxwell swallowed his saliva with an excited expression. "Damn, so I can actually get aggro in such a fashion. Aweso! This ans all the youngsters in the world wish to kill . Then I should wait a bit longer so that I can at least earn a few more undefeated points, heh heh..."
Maxwell smiled.
He was smiling in an incomparably wretched manner.
Who would’ve imagined that there would be such a rule? Based on Maxwell’s personality, he will definitely swagger through the streets announcing it. The more, the rrier for those who wanted to kill him. It would be best if a few thousand people ca so that he could instantly gather the last two bloodlines!
Eric the Noble’s expression faintly changed but he still said with disdain: "You stupid bumpkin, what are you smiling for? Can you still smile when you’re about to die soon? Humph!"
Maxwell’s smile didn’t change. He swept his gaze around and felt murderous intent hidden in the darkness. He then said: "If my guess isn’t wrong, I believe there were many Plu City experts ridiculing half a month prior. Since you guys have sent yourselves over today, I’m feeling quite happy about it."
When he recalled the mocking by those experts hiding in the void, Maxwell’s flas of anger imdiately surged up.
He was originally planning on taking the treasure from the Devil Sealing Array first before searching each and every one of them to kill. Maxwell never imagined those people would run away and disappear without any news. But today... he found that there were at least two people amongst this group who had ridiculed him in the past.
Within the darkness.
Two dark shadows were faintly fidgeting.
Eric the Noble coldly sneered and said: "Maxwell, you will definitely die today. Grand Duke, make your move!"
He was too lazy to speak any further!
Seven people at the peak Venerate rank released their powers at the sa ti. Their cooperation was superb as they were able to seal off all escape paths of Maxwell and his group.
For a brief mont...
This was an escape-proof formation!
There was no path to the sky and no openings on the ground.
Constantine’s brows were locked; Godfrey pulled out his sword, and Blindman Dale’s back had already started a minor transformation.
Maxwell maintained a calm expression. He glanced over at Dracula and said: "Lord Dracula, looks like we’ll be counting on you?"
"Hahaha!"
Dracula started laughing loudly. He pulled out the Vampire Blade and a burst of killing intent surged out. "I will let you guys see my strength and experience my crazy fierceness!"
As his voice faded...
Dracula’s figure disappeared and reappeared in the air. He waved his blade and shouted: "World of Slaughter, co out!"
"Boom!"
The colour of the sky and earth started changing.
The surrounding area turned crimson red, and a million corpses appeared creating a river of blood. The environnt was gradually enshrouded in God’s killing intent. At this mont, everyone’s heart felt like it was sinking. They were all feeling an oppressive pressure and almost couldn’t endure it.
"What an aweso martial technique!"
"A spatial martial technique?"
"Dragon head, Dracula is quite powerful. The first move he pulls off is already this big; it looks like many will die."
The three of them showed expressions of shock.
Maxwell started smiling because Dracula was very strong; extrely strong. He already knew that the World of Slaughter and the Void Piercing Dragon Technique were very powerful moves. Back then, he could only get a feeling for it but now he could personally witness the descent of the World of Slaughter which wasn’t your typical strong move.
Excitent!
Dracula was very strong so Maxwell was naturally excited about it.
Eric the Noble’s expression beca a miserable look.
Maxwell started smiling coldly at him and said: "Weren’t you going to kill ? Co, co kill now!"
"Maxwell!"
"A bumpkin like you should stop acting so smug!"
"With seven peak Venerate rank experts here, I refuse to believe that we can’t kill you." Eric tried to maintain his arrogant attitude before shouting: "My seven Grand Dukes, kill him for ! Kill Maxwell first and talk later! As long as we can kill Maxwell, I will beco an immortal sect disciple. Then we shall see who would dare move against !"
"Kill!"
The seven of them made their moves.
Maxwell smiled and unconsciously blurted out: "Lord Dracula, rember the old rules!"
"Hahaha..."
"Understood!"
Dracula cooperated perfectly.
Maxwell was naturally afraid he wouldn’t cooperate since this guy would most likely forget when he went crazy. These seven were peak Venerate rank experts which ant they were a bunch of XP and mana! This was sothing Maxwell couldn’t miss out on!
Suddenly...
The crazy killing intent from the World of Slaughter started moving.
A blade covered in blood slashed down from the sky with a shout: "Myriad Blade Piercing Void, die for !"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The World of Slaughter suddenly shrank.
The power of Myriad Blades suppressed everything!
It was almost instantaneous when seven bodies dropped down from high up in the air.
Everyone was pretty much half dead!
Aweso! Way too aweso!
It was fierce to a complete ss!
Maxwell smiled excitedly and said: "Now that’s what I call aweso!"
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