King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1119 - 1119 1106 Battling the Evil God Can Solve the

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1106: Battling the Evil God Can Solve the Problem Chapter 1119: Chapter 1106: Battling the Evil God Can Solve the Problem “The Titans of today are truly fortunate!” a voice filled with lament echoed in the deep and dark other space, ” had I grasped the Sky Demon Secret Art back then, climbing to the status of an Epic would not have been so difficult.”

“No matter how hard it was, you succeeded, luckier than those who perished in the Void; if I had had the Sky Demon Secret Art back then, there would have been far more Epics among our clan than there are now.”

“Discussing this is pointless, the past is the past. What we need to address now is the downside of the Sky Demon Secret Art. Indeed, it has solved the high mortality rate in our race’s advancement, but it has also left our descendants weak and vulnerable.”

“Just have them battle the Evil Gods, there’s nothing to worry about. If they’re lacking in strength, then they should seek out opponents to hone their skills. Fight a few times, and their combat power will increase.”

“The ease of gaining source power through the Heavenly Demon Secret Technique can cause the younger generation to become overly reliant on it,” an ancient, majestic voice tinged with a sense of age rose, a concern from one of the ancient beings.

“The Dragon Race has already exhibited such a phenomenon; the newer generation of Dragon Kings are so addicted to the Heavenly Demon Secret Techniques that they can’t extricate themselves.”

“Short-sighted indeed, Bahamut is also powerless. After such a situation has occurred, He can only watch helplessly.”

“Although Bahamut’s status among the Dragon Race is revered, He is a Dragon God; He has no authority to command other Dragon Kings. At most, He can only advise based on His standing.”

“What a shame.”

“If those Dragon Kings don’t change their ways, then they’re finished,” commented an Epic Titan bluntly.

“Not necessarily.”

“Our clan must not follow in the footsteps of the Dragon Race. All Titans must fight against the Evil Gods once they have reached a certain stage of using the Sky Demon Secret Art.”

“Evil Gods are not so easy to find; moreover, sometimes, even if you find them, they are not suitable as enemies for those juniors who have just advanced to Epic.”

“In this regard, we, the elders, need to work harder, helping them to find suitable targets,”

“No problem with that!”

…

“Finally back.” Muria passed through the Gate of the Void, returning to the Void marvel jointly constructed by the tri-race alliance, atop the Hall of Transcendence. Looking down upon the faintly glowing World Barrier that stretched beyond sight, he let out a sigh.

“Sentimental.” Michaela also appeared behind Muria, snorting lightly. In her view, her husband was undergoing Reincarnation for the third time and should have gotten used to it by now. What was there to sigh about?

“Let’s go see our sons and daughters!”

“You go ahead, I’d rather not,” Muria said, shaking his head in refusal. As the saying goes, ‘wealth returns to its home’, but he had not yet reached such a level of wealth, so there was no need for him to enter the world.

“Should I call them here?” Michaela raised an eyebrow, probably understanding the reason, and at the same time, she dismissed the idea of heading to the Boundless Heavenly Realm.

“Let’s call them here,” Muria nodded in agreement.

Just as Muria had just returned and spoken a few words with Michaela, the Void in front of him was torn apart by a tremendous force, revealing a primitive and wild world.

“Muria, you… hmm?” The being seated atop the mountains, looking upon his descendant, was just about to say something when his gaze became intense and serious.

“Grandfather!” Seeing his imposing grandfather appear in this manner before him, Muria was not surprised; he bowed slightly in respect.

“What have you been doing on this trip?”

Akmonde scrutinized his grandson. In his eyes, within just a little over a century, Muria had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Although on the surface, Muria’s strength seemed no different from a hundred years prior, with hardly any fluctuation in his aura.

But with careful sensing, one could detect another power within his body, not inferior to his own formidable strength, and Muria was trying to integrate this power and make it his.

“Did you swallow an Evil God whole?”

Akmonde asked with a somewhat strange expression, because that was his most immediate impression; the force entirely different from his grandson’s was Epic.

“Not exactly,” Muria was taken aback by his grandfather’s words and quickly shook his head, then he nodded again, “It’s almost the same, though.”

“Tell me about your experiences this time,” Akmonde grew interested, as it seemed his grandson had encountered something quite intriguing.

With such a request from his grandfather, Muria naturally would not refuse. After all, there was nothing too significant. On the contrary, his grandfather might offer some advice. He could not fully control the power of the Seven Disasters Demon God and could only use it indirectly with something always in the way.

So, Muria briefly shared his experiences with Akmonde.

“How should I fully control the power of the Seven Disasters Demon God?” After giving a brief description and letting Akmonde understand what he had gone through, Muria posed his question.

“This demon god’s power, you can use it, right?”

“That’s right,” Muria nodded.

“I have the best solution.”

“What is it?” Muria’s eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

“Battle!” Akmonde answered resolutely, scrutinizing Muria before slowly nodding his head and continuing, “Battle is the best and fastest way to become familiar with and master power.”

“Then…” Muria turned his gaze to his grandfather, his eyes alight with the eagerness to try. The Lord of the Wild, Akmonde, was certainly qualified to be his opponent.

“I’m talking about a battle where losers die and winners live,” seeing the expectation in Muria’s eyes, Akmonde didn’t hesitate to extinguish his thoughts.

He didn’t want to fight his grandson, or to act as a sparring partner, because there was no fun in it at all.

“Then who can I find?” Muria couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face.

“Leave that to me, just get ready.”

After leaving those words behind, the torn rift in the Void quickly healed, and Muria’s view returned to the dark and silent Void as it once was.

“Get ready?” Muria stroked his chin, enlightenment dawning in his eyes.

“Take me with you!” While Muria was pondering, Michaela’s voice suddenly rang out beside him.

“What for?” Muria had an expression of helplessness on his face.

“Take me with you when you battle,” Michaela stated her demand. She had seen everything that had just occurred and naturally knew that the Lord of the Wild was getting Muria ready for something.

“I refuse!” Muria answered without hesitation. How could he involve his wife in such a matter? This wasn’t a sightseeing trip.

“I’ll allow you to rephrase that,” Michaela drew a Battle Sword surrounded by crimson Blazing God Flame, and behind her, pair upon pair of holy wings unfolded.

“Your threats are useless, I can’t agree to this,” Muria said, looking at his partner’s brand-new stance, especially the sixth pair of wings behind her which had never been seen before, his face relaxed.

Zeng~

The crimson Sword Qi soared upward, seeming to split the entire Dark Void in two, releasing an Epic pressure powerful enough to rival the Divine Beings, drawing the attention of countless beings. Before those beings could focus their gaze, this Sword Qi, whose length was unknown, viciously cleaved down towards Muria.

“You really are attacking.” Seeing his partner send a strike with such ferocity that could split the land of a small world, Muria shook his head and then reached out his hand towards the oncoming Sword Qi.

After Muria extended his hand, in Michaela’s view, his palm crazily expanded at a horrifying speed, filling her entire field of vision, and between the fingers of her husband, chains of Order and Law emerged and intertwined.

The sound of tide fluctuations arose in the deathly still Void, accompanied by the briny smell of the sea, and a vast blue ocean appeared within Muria’s palm.

“Muria, don’t you underestimate me!” Michaela grew angry the moment she saw Muria evolve an expanse of ocean using Laws.

She had attacked Muria precisely to prove herself, knowing he believed her battle against a being of equal rank would be too dangerous so soon after her ascension to Epic, and he was worried for her.

But Michaela detested this kind of care, which led to this confrontation. However, she hadn’t expected Muria to counter her using the power he had just obtained and had yet to fully master.

“Really hard to serve,” Muria said, somewhat exasperated, as he saw an even more infuriated Michaela and the Sword Qi she had slashed down landed upon the ocean he had evolved.

After Michaela fully controlled the Law following her ascension, her Blazing God Flame underwent a transformation and wildly burned the ocean in Muria’s palm. The sea water evaporated in large quantities, almost offering no resistance…

While Muria and Michaela, the couple, were having their spat, Akmonde, who already had a plan, reached out to several Epic Titans of ancestral level who had left Elasia and traveled to other Worlds within the Community.

“Are there any Evil Gods at the fusion or Pseudo-realm level? My grandson needs a battle now.”

“Your grandson? Who?” Several intimidating spirits disregarded the vast distances between the World Community and initiated direct communication with Akmonde within the world.

“Muria.”

“Oh, I remember him.”

“Is he ready for a battle with an Evil God now? I remember it hasn’t been three hundred years since his ascension to Epic, right?”

“He’s ready, he has devoured the power of an Evil God,” Akmonde briefly described Muria’s experience.

“I see, then I have a suitable choice here, he can come over.”