739: Chapter 430: Power of Six Mountains_3 739: Chapter 430: Power of Six Mountains_3 With this support, Royval no longer feared Owen Bertram’s Sword God Skill, even extending four fla tentacles from the Crown Hat to grab the two Flying Swords.
Chi!
Chi!
Chi!
Chi!
The Flying Swords swiftly cut through the four tentacles, but the fallen tentacles didn’t extinguish and grew back, their number increasing.
Royval neared a state of madness, but the feeling of having power and defeating strong enemies was too tempting.
He increased the number of tentacles, and the fissures on his body beca more nurous.
High above, the sky was gradually covered with Stellar Fire Dense Clouds, which had previously interwoven with Owen Bertram’s domain like zebra stripes.
It now seed as if Owen Bertram’s domain was expanding, with the Stellar Fire Dense Clouds carving out a “nation within a nation”!
Among the nurous fla tentacles, Royval’s whip was hidden.
The two Flying Swords were incredibly agile and, despite Royval’s terrifying aura, remained unruffled thanks to the top-tier sword techniques of the Ice and Snow Divine Sword and the Five-toothed Flying Sword.
Owen Bertram wasn’t worried about the current situation at all, but only despised the Lester people: “Selling oneself to the Red Barbarians like a dog, only to be killed and eaten by their master in the end; it’s the perfect example of cosmic justice!”
Even if Royval slaughtered his own minions to create a lighthouse to attract more divine power, what Owen Bertram truly feared were the ancient Evil God’s mysterious techniques.
Royval might have the upper hand against other Sixth Realm martial artists of the Wood Dynasty by relying on those strange techniques, but Owen Bertram had nurous divine artifacts and skills, enough to offset his advantage and even take the lead.
Royval frantically urged the fla tentacles, appearing fierce, but he lost all sense of proper technique, making him unworthy of concern in front of Owen Bertram’s swordsmanship.
Royval seed to realize this too, as the pair of eyes behind his hooked nose beca even more sinister.
He regretted not bringing more Lester dogs with him.
Now, he had to use the people he had left.
He pointed at one of his followers, who scread as he was lifted into the air.
His body mutated midair, thick black smoke pouring out and twisting into a demonic creature.
The demon fused with one of the fla tentacles, turning it into a solid entity, with a huge, petal-like maw resembling a starfish erging at its front!
The monstrous maw swallowed downward, clamping onto the Ice and Snow Divine Sword with a crunch.
Royval pointed at his remaining followers.
The four Red Barbarians scread and tried to flee, but Royval had bestowed them with their cultivation, and they couldn’t escape.
Another unfortunate soul was transford into a demon, fusing with a tentacle that turned into four massive black canine teeth, which clamped onto the Five-toothed Flying Sword.
Royval roared like a wild beast, on the brink of finally overcoming his opponent, but Owen Bertram scoffed in disdain, “Fool.”
The Five-toothed Flying Sword suddenly enlarged, spanning a hundred ters, forcefully breaking apart the black teeth and shrinking again, effortlessly escaping.
It then expanded again into a hundred-ter-long Giant Sword and crushed both the black teeth and the related tentacle…
The Ice and Snow Divine Sword gently trembled, creating an extrely cold space ten ters in diater around itself.
The monstrous maw beca as fragile as glass, shattering as the Ice and Snow Divine Sword quivered.
The destruction spread to the connected tentacle.
The Ice and Snow Divine Sword leaped out and struck down from the sky with an ice-blue sword light stretching hundreds of ters toward Royval’s head!
Royval defended himself with dozens of tentacles, but the Ice and Snow Divine Sword’s actual target wasn’t him.
It suddenly descended from the sky, plunging into his “lighthouse.”
Chi–
The flas went out, and the human-shaped torch beca an ice sculpture.
The inflow of divine power suddenly lost its beacon, only a small portion entering Royval’s body, while the vast majority dispersed.
Suddenly, Royval scread and forced out a Spirit Seed.
The Spirit Seed had initially hidden itself on the Ice and Snow Divine Sword.
When it penetrated the lighthouse, it mixed with the divine power and entered Royval’s body.
Even though he discovered it in ti and didn’t suffer any damage, he panicked.
Owen Bertram took advantage of this opportunity to flick his finger.
Of course, this was just for show, and his younger brother secretly stuck out his tongue but still cooperated and spat out the Sword Pill.
He repeated multiple tis to his elder brother, “I helped you earn the second dal, I helped you roast the Bug King, and now this ti.
We’re even now.
No more feeding back, it’s all gone.”
Beauty of the Mountain Abyss Sword and the Flying Stone Island had fully gone into the younger brother’s belly.
Royval looked down at the small, round hole in his chest, only as thick as a pinky finger, but it had drained all his strength.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Royval prayed to “My God” and offered everything he had.
My God had no response.
He tried to negotiate with the Crown Hat, but it didn’t reply.
He tried communicating with several divine artifacts on his body, even though their varying strengths might induce mutations.
But the divine artifacts, even the weakest one, had lost all interest in him.
Royval fell unwillingly, his consciousness plunging into darkness.
His soul floated out, bearing a distinct Fla Brand.
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