Return of the Mythic Bloodline Chapter 167: Performance worthy of being a Goddess’ fiancé

"Initialising Host’s request..."

"Eyes of the Fallen activated!"

"Fighting them isn’t enough. I need to make sure that none should pass by and enter the city."

As I was bolting toward the enemies, suddenly the land trembled, and a huge thick wall of dirt, the sa height as the city wall, mounted on my left side. I turned and saw Jambavan smashing the ground, forcing out another wall of dirt on my right.

His intention behind creating these walls was clear. The gap between the two walls was as wide as the hole in the city wall, so the number of enemies that could attack simultaneously significantly reduced as the area beca congested. Moreover, I didn’t have to worry about enemies entering the city from behind .

There was a chance they could climb these dirt walls, but Jambavan and Vyaghra were standing on each wall, making sure not to let that happen.

anwhile, U was on the ground behind , watching silently.

"The stage is set, brat!" Jambavan shouted. "Give us a performance worthy of bein’ our goddess’ fiancé."

A smile tugged on my face, my hand lowered, and I swung my sword horizontally only dozens of inches above the ground—the place where the golden thread of Eyes of the Fallen pointed.

"Lightning Slash."

An arc of violent lightning left the blade of Vajra, striking the feet of the enemies and slashing through, cutting the legs of about thirty of them simultaneously.

The mont they fell, the horde behind them bolted ahead, trampling their fallen comrades like ants.

"Hah, I should have expected that much from these criminals," I muttered, clenching my free hand into a fist.

Lightning Bolt Version

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A truck-sized sphere of lightning surged forward, slamming into the first line, while the air pressure of Galactic Punch hurtled the group behind them, pushing them all out of the passage between the walls.

"Jambavan, isn’t that move similar to yours?" U asked, calling out to Jambavan.

"Yes, Yer Majesty," Jambavan replied with pride. "The fun part is Ay didn’t even teach him. The brat learned it after only seein’ it once."

As I stepped out of the passage, the army standing before trembled in fear. This was exactly what I wanted—to break them before the real fight even began. By unleashing two powerful skills in quick succession, I had shaken their courage to the core.

Half of them were already exhausted, teetering on the brink of collapse from running out of Soul Stones. All I needed was a final push. So I opened with overwhelming attacks, crushing what little resolve they had left and establishing my absolute dominance.

Running my fingers through my crimson hair, I commanded in a low voice, "Co at ."

"H-he is a monster," the army stamred, stepping back.

"Fuck it. He is just one man," a foolishly brave one among them shouted. "He will surely die if all of us attack together."

Clenching his fist, he shot out a sphere of fire at . The attack landed on my chest, erupting smoke in the area.

"Ha... ha, di-did you see that?" he laughed, still sweating. "I just landed an attack."

"What was that pitiful attack?" My voice echoed as I stepped out of the smoke. "It barely tickled."

"N-no way," the attacker murmured, falling onto his back as his knees gave out.

I moved a hand’s distance closer to them, yet none dared to attack .

"If you don’t wanna die, get lost," I shouted, splitting the ground beneath with the swing of my sword.

They were about to step back, but then a loud voice echoed from behind them.

"How the fuck are you getting scared by a single man?" The group that had been staying at the back half of the camp and was full of energy reached the battlefield.

The weakened group stepped aside, paving them the way as they bolted at with gleaming teeth and radiating weapons.

"Hahaha, that’s what I’m talking about!" I laughed, pushed the ground beneath, and jumped at the fresh group that was begging to kill them.

While in mid-air, I tightened the grip on my sword, my whole body flickering with electric pulses, and the steel blade of my sword turning golden as I swung the sword in a quick succession of diagonal slashes.

Lightning Slash Version

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The mont I swung the sword, so of them drew hand signs in quick succession, creating multiple layers of walls to defend against the attack, while others launched their own counterattacks.

However, their power level was too low to defend against my attacks.

The ferocious arcs of lightning slashes sliced through their barriers and skills like butter and struck them head-on, slicing the limbs of over fifty of them.

"Vyaghra, wasn’t that your move?" U asked, her voice carrying a hint of surprise.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Vyaghra replied. "And again, I didn’t teach him that move. His ability to learn skills by observing is astounding."

As soon as I landed on the ground, I sprinted at the flustered fighters and began the onslaught with my sword.

For the next few minutes, a tail of lightning danced across the battlefield as I fought hundreds of them using ’Blink’.

My sword was about to strike a flustered enemy before , but suddenly a knife erged from his mouth and moved upward, splitting his face into two.

"Khe-khe-khe, so this is why Theon said we will have fun," the snake face laughed, licking the blood off his knife.

"Step back, Vasrik. I will be the one to slaughter him," the bald head muttered, also joining in.

"Vasrik and Zarven have arrived," the enemies exclaid with rejoice. "This Morningstar fucker won’t be so cocky anymore."

"Khe-khe-khe, you can try if you have the ability to stop ," Vasrik laughed and bolted at with intense bloodlust.

"I won’t let you!!" Zarven shouted, coming from the other side.

I tightened the grip around my sword, preparing myself to fight enemies obviously in a higher realm than , but instead of , the two clashed with soone unexpected.

Vasrik’s knife was stopped by Vyaghra’s dagger, while Jambavan had grabbed Zarven’s punch.

"Keep fightin’, brat," Jambavan ordered, a wide smile lacing his face.

"We will take care of these mortals," Vyaghra added, pushing back Vasrik.