It was unstoppable!
No one could stop Maxwell from killing Travis!
No one can block his urge!
Because Travis was a boss!
He could be the only boss existing in the auction house because the middle-aged man in private room number one didn’t have the golden glow. This ant the middle-aged man wasn’t a boss at present or in the near future.
One played video gas for the excitent they gave.
They played to enjoy that adrenaline rush!
What reason would one have not to kill a dying boss?
Even if your uncle can resist, your aunt can’t! Maxwell had the urge to jump right at the boss and cover it with hugs and kisses!
Therefore, Maxwell paid no attention to the ancient wolf oppression that the middle-aged man released. He didn’t give a crap and just chopped down with his sword and directly cut Travis into two halves.
Instant kill!
Also at this mont...
The middle-aged man threw a palm strike.
The surging devilish flas around Maxwell were instantly extinguished, and the force sent him flying several hunter ters into the air before smashing down into a deep hole.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Several thunder-like sounds were heard.
Kerry’s expression drastically changed. His body was bent over, and his face was pale as he couldn’t handle the pressure. He was only affected by a tiny bit of this pressure wave, yet he couldn’t handle it. His sea of consciousness felt like everything had been completely drained.
The rainbow colored holy light around the elven woman was snuffed out, causing her body to tremble visibly.
"The Great Alliance’s Vice President – Gareth Greene!"
"At the pinnacle of this area, the Saint rank!"
"The mont he makes a move is equivalent to the kid dying. No one can block a strike by an expert at the Saint rank!"
"Such a pity. This kid... sigh!"
Very strong!
Those below the Saint rank were nothing more than floating clouds to him. Even if Maxwell transford into a devil, there was no way for him to resist the attack. The gap in strength between Maxwell and Gareth was too large. One was the sky, while the other was the earth, and they couldn’t be compared at all.
Gareth was enraged, so his attack contained saintly might!
Looking at his little brother’s corpse on the ground, his expression turned even more enraged.
Buried under the rubble...
Was dead silence.
Brenda stood up without a sound and stared at Gareth. Her voice sounded immature, but was filled with anger as she said: "You’ve killed my big brother, so now you must die. No one is allowed to harm by big brother; no one."
Brenda’s body started transforming.
The number of tails behind her began to increase.
The fur-tailed race woman inside the glass box started screaming: "Brenda! Don’t! Don’t do it, Brenda! Don’t let it co out! Don’t!"
Brenda’s body began emitting a faint pink light. Her ears turned pointy, and three faint lines appeared on her cheeks. These slight changes had made her look very similar to a fox!
The divine might in her started surging out like crazy.
This was an extrely powerful and unrivalled display of divine might!
Gareth looked at Brenda and started smiling excitedly. He then fiercely shouted: "Release it! Release it to your heart’s content! Just release all that mysterious and powerful energy from inside you, hahaha..."
Brenda’s powers were making him very excited.
At this ti...
Covered in rubble.
Maxwell remained unmoving, staring up and waiting.
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Travis Greene."
"Reward: 5,000,000 XP, 500,000 mana."
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining Dragons Divine Palm. Will you be cultivating this?"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for gaining the Revelation’s Key."
"..."
"Crackle!"
"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for levelling up. Your current level is level 4 King rank!"
Five million XP and five hundred thousand mana!
A boss is truly a boss; just the XP alone was huge to a complete ss!
After levelling up...
Maxwell started smiling.
All the wounds on Maxwell had healed, and he had no injuries left. His sea of consciousness, mind, internal organs, and the pain racking every inch of his body had disappeared. His mana and his health bar were filled up once again!
All because he had levelled up!
"Bang, clank, crash..."
Maxwell stood up as all the dust and stones fell off him. He then started crawling out of the deep hole.
He had once again stood up with an incomparably arrogant expression!
A face with an excited smile plastered all over!
"He didn’t die?!"
"The kid didn’t die?"
"My heavens, what kind of fleshly body does he have? Even a King Devil Sovereign shouldn’t be able to take on an attack by a Saint rank. What kind of background does this kid have?"
"Not only did he not die, but his body also doesn’t appear to have any injuries on it. Could it be that Gareth’s previous attack was useless against him? What the hell is going on?"
Gareth’s expression sank as he frowned. He then coldly grunted: "You’re still alive?"
Also at this ti...
The mysterious divine might on Brenda’s body pulled back. She broke into a smile, but her tears still stread down her face as she yelled, "Big brother! You scared to death! I was really worried about you..."
Maxwell smiled in response and said, "Don’t worry; even if he dies, I will still be alive and kicking!"
Gareth glared at him and coldly said with a smile: "Arrogance? From the way I see it, you’re just trying to court your own death!"
Maxwell walked up and responded: "Courting death? There will be a day when I will have you lying beneath my foot. Don’t act all high and mighty just because you’ve cultivated a few years more than I have. Give ten years if you have the guts. I guarantee that in ten years, you will be kneeling before !"
Completely reckless.
Without any fear.
No matter who it was before the Devil Sovereign, he would never show fear.
Even if the heavens were in front of him, he would still be wildly arrogant and look down on everything.
Gareth started smiling like this was completely ridiculous. "You wish to provoke with this little trick? Why would I give you ten years? Who the hell do you think you are? And what qualifications do you have to earn my trust for ten more years? "
He didn’t fall for the provocation.
Maxwell didn’t care and said, "A strike from a Saint rank couldn’t kill , so what face do you have left to stay here? If I were at the Saint rank as well, who knows how many tens of thousands of tis you would’ve died already? And you still have the nerve to hang around here? If it were , I would’ve dug a hole and crawled into it already."
Gareth was getting angry.
He was rather annoyed that a single strike of his wasn’t able to kill Maxwell instantly.
A Saint ranker couldn’t kill a King rank martial cultivator in one strike. This was considered a humiliation to any Saint rank expert.
Also at this ti...
Maxwell’s expression sank as his body felt distorted. It was an extrely uncomfortable feeling as if the devil’s heart was struggling to break free.
Maxwell’s face turned ferocious-looking.
In less than ten seconds, Maxwell’s body had returned to his human appearance.
Gareth started laughing!
He then loudly mocked: "It looks like your transformation into a devil has a ti limit! And it looks like the divine items on you cannot be used by your human body, hahaha! An ant... wait, you’re even less than an ant, hahaha..."
Ten minutes were up.
The ti Maxwell could beco a devil had ended.
The overbearing Devil Sovereign’s aura had disappeared. At this mont, Maxwell’s mind had turned grim, but the arrogant expression on his face didn’t lessen. In fact, it was even stronger!
"Ant!"
"You can now go to hell for !" Gareth shouted while pointing with a single finger.
The powers of a Saint rank surged out.
Maxwell was on the verge of death, his life just hanging by a re thread...
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