King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1073 - 1073 1060 I Dont Want to Cheat but Youre

Chapter 1073: Chapter 1060: I Don’t Want to Cheat, but You’re Forcing Me Chapter 1073: Chapter 1060: I Don’t Want to Cheat, but You’re Forcing Me Click!

Muria lifted his hand to grasp the skull of a corpse servant, his palm exerting gentle force, causing cracks to appear on the skull. Swirling black-red flames burst forth from Muria’s hand, surged into the body of the corpse servant through the fractures in the skull, and instantly filled its body.

In almost an instant, fractures appeared on the surface of the corpse servant’s body, black-red flames bursting from them. The corpse servant howled in agony within the flames, then turned into a pile of ashes.

However, at this moment, an excited, cruel roar rang by Muria’s ear. Following the sound, he immediately saw a towering corpse servant dressed in armor, with a pale black face, shriveled body, and crimson eyes.

This was a corpse ghost, nearly three meters tall, almost half taller than those low-level corpse ghosts Muria casually crushed, clearly a higher level of corpse servant.

But Muria’s heart remained undisturbed, as he viewed low-tier corpse servants to be no different from ants. The one in front of him was merely a slightly larger ant, no different at all.

However, ants could overcome an elephant when numerous. When Muria saw a continuous stream of similar corpse servants walking towards him from behind this one, his mouth twitched slightly.

Behind these corpse servants, Muria could vaguely see even larger ones, which undoubtedly required Muria to bring out his true skills for battle, as his current form was clearly not suitable for combat.

“Honestly, I don’t quite like my awakened form, but I have no choice,” Muria said, neck twisting as he observed the corpse servants coming from all directions and clinging onto the surrounding buildings, encircling him, while dazzling fire patterns slowly emerged on his face.

Then his small, juvenile body began to swell, scorching flames patterns spreading across his body, hard as obsidian. One after another, crescent-like bone spikes covered with fire patterns extended from his joints, making his form appear even more fierce and terrifying, like a demon god come to destroy the world.

In an instant, Muria transformed from a small figure not even reaching one and a half meters to a towering five-meter giant, his body enveloped in flames.

On his forehead, a pair of sharp horns pierced the sky, and behind him, a thick, powerful tail swung, showcasing a unique beauty of strength.

Simultaneously, the air around Muria nearly boiled, and the ground where he stood began turning red. The earth started melting, gradually transforming into lava beneath him.

“Roar!” Watching Muria display his Third Awakening form, these corpse servants, although possessing some intelligence but manipulated by ghouls, roared in unison and swarmed towards him.

“Ignorant.” Seeing these corpse servants, unaware of what death was, Muria clenched a fist downward. Influenced by his emanating power, the ground already transformed into a lava pool beneath his feet, a Magma Heavy Sword formed from the lava emerged.

Muria grasped the Magma Heavy Sword, then swept it horizontally, creating a perfect circular wave of fire in front of him, which then spread outwards.

The corpse servants touched by this wave of Flaming Sword Energy were instantly split in two, utterly defenseless, turned to ash.

These corpse servants, transformed from living beings, had mostly forgotten their memories during the transformation, and their power had been converted after death, leaving them with barely a tenth of their combat ability compared to their living state.

Although Muria slaughtered the corpse servants with ease, like chopping vegetables, those who had long forgotten fear and were ignorant of death still rushed forward relentlessly.

“Roar!”

The hissing of the corpse servants rose and fell, arousing the innate ferocity in Muria’s body. Muria opened his mouth wide and roared at these corpse servants.

The visible waves of sound, starting from his mouth, quickly spread, and the corpse servants facing him, like sandstone standing in the furious wind for centuries, rapidly weathered into fine dust.

Thus, Muria’s surroundings quieted momentarily, but then, the corpse servants continued to rush towards him, albeit their roars and howls much quieter, perhaps due to their slight spiritual intelligence.

“Turns out they’re just a bunch of bullies who fear the tough,” Muria noted with a chuckle, grabbing a corpse servant, disregarding its resistance and struggle, and forcefully stuffed it into the lava pool beneath his feet.

Then, Muria watched as it screamed in agony and wailed, its body sinking into the lava…

“This is too inferior!” Muria, while slaughtering the Corpse Servants, was keeping an eye on the battle between the giant and the ghoul, growing more helpless as he watched.

As the battle went on, the giant, who initially had the upper hand and repeatedly shattered the ghoul’s form, was gradually losing ground. His attacks became weak and powerless, and he wasn’t able to burst the ghoul’s body with a single punch as he could at the start.

This situation, although making Muria feel helpless, was within his expectations Since in terms of sheer attack power, the giant was superior to the ghoul, as evidenced by the multiple times he had shattered the ghoul’s body.

For a being like the ghoul, having its body shattered was not a big deal at all; it could simply use some of its energy to repair itself.

Thus, relying on the power accumulated from devouring countless creatures, the ghoul forcefully dragged the battle into the later stages and completely turned the situation around.

“Gagaga, weren’t you quite fierce just now? Why have your attacks become so flimsy?” The ghoul formed a pair of huge, beast-like claws, slashing haphazardly at the giant.

The claws, purely condensed from Death Qi, grabbed onto the giant’s iron-gray skin, creating sparks upon friction but leaving no marks on him.

Having awakened their potential power to this level, they each possessed different techniques. Although the ghoul’s body could easily be disrupted, it had powerful recovery ability and could easily revive itself to full health.

The giant, on the other hand, possessed a mighty physique that matched his strength; his body was like that of metal, unbreakable, but this only meant he had strong defenses.

“Whew!” The giant’s chest heaved violently; having fought to this point, he had expended much of his energy, while the power of the ghoul in front of him seemed like an unending dark spring, unknown how much longer it would last.

Facing such an enemy, the wise choice would be to quickly retreat, but with sharp spiritual sense, he also noticed that Muria’s gaze stayed on him, making him feel extremely embarrassed about retreating. Thus, he gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

He still cared about his face, having talked big earlier, only to consider fleeing soon after. How could he face Muria after that?

“Pride before a fall,” Muria had long seen from the giant’s actions that he had lost the will to fight, but he was stubbornly holding on because he could not swallow his pride in this situation.

“But by being so stubborn, aren’t you dragging me down too?” Muria sighed helplessly. Normally, if this guy falls, he would also likely be doomed.

“Yama-brat, did you see that? Even your guardian only meets this fate in front of me. Are you scared now? Are you afraid?” When Muria swung his long, thick tail from behind to kill a group of Corpse Servants, a ghoul only the size of an ordinary person formed in front of him and asked mockingly.

“Which dog’s eye saw me being scared?” Muria rolled his eyes, flames enveloping his fist, and he threw a straight punch that dispersed the small-sized ghoul in front of him.

Although the giant was already somewhat weakened and could no longer maintain his robust form like before, the ghoul still had to allocate most of its power to deal with the giant. The clone that tried to mock Muria was merely for show and lacked real power.

“Gagaga, this fearless demeanor of yours, do you think your guardian can still escape with you even if he can’t beat me? Aren’t you too naive? I am a ghoul of the Sixth Awakening; you won’t escape my Nether Domain.”

“Idiot.” Muria reached out and grabbed the miniature ghoul in front of him; the moment his palm felt something solid, the next instant, that sensation vanished, and his hand closed on air, as if grabbing nothing.

“Keep cursing; once I defeat your guardian, it will soon be your turn.” A strange voice came from the surrounding Black Mist.

“Don’t push me!” Muria, seeing the giant already going from offensive to defensive under the ghoul’s attacks, sighed helplessly. He had wanted to progress steadily and systematically.

At that moment, as the giant seemed on the verge of collapse under the ghoul’s assault, in the heart of Muria’s Reincarnated Body, the original form that had been coiling within slowly opened its eyes. The hands that had been clasped in front of his chest spread open, revealing a drop of source power that could evolve anything. Then, an inconspicuous thread was drawn from it.

Meanwhile, in the Semi Plane carried by the original form, within a majestic building that housed countless exotic treasures collected by Muria as an emperor,

on a display stand, a heart engulfed in golden-red, lava-like blood, akin to a small sun, slowly rose and then disappeared instantly…