King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1120 - 1120 1107 Do You Want to Fight

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1107: Do You Want to Fight? Chapter 1120: Chapter 1107: Do You Want to Fight? “Muria, what are you doing?”

An angry, somewhat flustered voice rose from behind Muria, followed by a wave of heat that was very close to Michaela’s, yet even more powerful.

“You dare lay a hand on my granddaughter!” Along with this furious statement, an attack that made Muria sense danger rapidly approached.

“Arudiba, stop making a scene, are you blind? Clearly, it was your granddaughter who struck my grandson first. Didn’t you see my grandchild was only defending, not attacking?”

The attack from Blazing Sky God Arudiba had just been launched when it was forcefully crushed by a Dragon Claw of golden light that reached out from the Void.

Then, a majestic Dragon Head adorned with eight Dragon Horns emerged from the Void. Following that, an incredibly dignified Dragon King appeared in the Void, radiating Radiant Golden Light, like giant Golden Suns.

“Dimos, look at the fine mess your grandson has made, actually fighting with my granddaughter. Does that seem right to you?” Dimos’s words did nothing to calm Arudiba, who had entered a Berserk State; he still questioned the golden Dragon King with anger in his voice.

“Enough, it’s time to stop. You two are a married couple. Fighting like this in public is a joke. Why make a spectacle of yourselves for others to see?” Dimos’s pair of burning dragon eyes surveyed the surroundings, then his powerful Dragon Prestige spread, concealing everything that happened here and shielding it from outside eyes.

Hmph! Tch! Hah!

After Dimos had done all this, several ambiguous snorts of disdain sounded. Some beings who were enjoying the show were abruptly interrupted, and they were quite displeased.

“Snort all you want, if you want to watch, then step out into the light. This conflict between the two spouses is not for just anyone to watch. See how many lives you have?”

Upon hearing these sounds, Dimos coldly laughed and spoke out. After his words, the Void around them grew silent; no one responded to him.

“It’s time to stop. Our elders have already arrived. Fighting any further would be pointless.”

Muria, who had been worried about how to end this battle, was overjoyed upon seeing his two grandfathers appear. At last, he had the perfect excuse.

“No, not unless you agree to my terms.”

“Whatever you want to do, we can stop and discuss it properly. Really, if we continue to fight, your grandfather will take action against me, and then my grandfather will have to intervene. Surely you don’t want to start a battle between our elders over our dispute!”

At this point, if Michaela did not cease her attack, she would be completely unjustified. So, the slighted goddess sheathed her Sword.

When Michaela halted her assault, the battle ended, for Muria was always on the defensive; he would never raise his fist to his wife.

Once the two had ceased, the figures of Dimos and Arudiba promptly converged, scrutinizing them with inspecting gazes,

“What’s going on with the two of you? Why did this fight break out?” Dimos asked pointedly.

“Muria, did you do something to wrong my granddaughter?” This was the speaking of the Blazing Sky God Arudiba. When conflict arose between the couple, Arudiba unconditionally sided with his granddaughter, automatically attributing all blame to Muria.

“No.” Upon hearing Arudiba’s words, the corners of Muria’s mouth involuntarily twitched.

“What are you saying? What kind of person do you take my grandson for? How could he possibly do anything to wrong Michaela?” Muria, constrained by Identity, found it hard to speak out, but Dimos, who stood by, was not pleased. Someone was disparaging his grandson right in front of him; how could he not react?

“Mija, tell me, has Muria done anything to wrong you?” Ignoring Dimos, Arudiba asked his granddaughter kindly.

“No.” Michaela shook her head, affirming Muria’s innocence, “Our fight wasn’t sparked by such matters.”

“See, I told you. Do I not know who my grandson is? How could he possibly do anything to wrong his own wife?” After hearing Michaela’s response, Dimos’s aura intensified.

“Sorry, Muria, I misunderstood you.” Confirming that Muria hadn’t transgressed in any way, Arudiba apologized to Muria solemnly.

Then the Blazing Sky God’s gaze shifted to the golden Dragon King, “I admit, just now, my subjective will interfered with my judgment, leading to misunderstanding, but this is also because of the reputation of the Dragon Clan.”

“What reputation? Arudiba, clarify your words,” demanded Dimos, instantly annoyed.

“What do you think the Dragon Race is known for? Do I need to spell it out? Even goblin Gnomes are aware of it.” Arudiba spoke calmly. With Dragon Clan Bloodline, it is easy to conceive certain actions, and his assumptions were beyond his control, “Besides, you are the Dragon King, you should know better than I do.”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Dimos’s patience had run out. While the Dragon Race might have a questionable reputation in certain regards, not all dragons were like that, and he was not that kind of dragon; he took pride in his honor.

“You want to fight? Then come at me.”

“Cough!” Seeing that the two elders were about to start fighting because of him, Muria felt he could no longer remain silent. He cleared his throat to attract the elders’ attention.

“Michaela wants to join me in the battle against the Evil God,” Muria announced, melding numerous explosive pieces of information into one sentence, immediately shifting the elders’ focus.

“Muria, you’re going to battle the Evil God?”

“What? Michaela wants to join you in challenging the Evil God?”

Hearing the same sentence, the two Epics reacted entirely differently due to their Identity, but their concern was for their closest descendants, which wasn’t a problem.

“Why? Why would you rush to battle the Evil God? Do you think those monsters that wander the Void, feeding on the destruction of worlds, are easy to deal with?”

Dimos frowned, staring intently at Muria. The Evil Gods of the Void were also Epics but were referred to collectively as beings who sought to gain source power by destroying worlds.

Even the weakest world-destroying power far exceeded the capabilities of a newly ascended Epic.

“I need a battle to refine the power of another Epic I have acquired,” Muria pointed to his chest.

He had already swallowed all the power he had collected from the seven calamities Demon Gods, but of course, he had not merged it with his own power.

To him, the power of the seven calamities Demon Gods was like special equipment; he could use it but also remove it. This dissatisfied Muria enormously.

“Hmm?” It was only then that Dimos and Arudiba focused on Muria, now noticing the strangeness about him and the immense power contained within his body.

“How did you manage this? Have you already defeated an Evil God?” Dimos asked with keen interest after sensing for a moment.

“No, I was just lucky,” Muria summarized his third Reincarnation experience briefly.

“I see, your luck is indeed good, but the price you paid is somewhat steep,” Dimos remarked with a look of astonishment in his eyes after hearing about Muria’s ordeal.

“It can’t be helped,” Muria said with a smile. No matter the cost, this time he definitely came out ahead.

“Michaela, Muria is engaging the Evil God to refine the power within his body, so why are you joining the fray?” Having understood the situation, Arudiba questioned his granddaughter.

“I want to fight the Evil God,” Michaela stated her reason simply and purely. She merely wished to battle the Evil Gods that drifted through the Void, spreading death and destruction.

“No, it’s too soon for you to fight the Evil God, there will be plenty of opportunities later,” Arudiba resisted immediately.

“Michaela, even if I agree, it’s to no avail; I’m not in charge of this battle, I follow the Clan’s Arrangement,” Muria said, assisting in trying to dissuade the Blazing Sky God Arudiba’s granddaughter from her intention to battle the Evil God.

“…” Michaela fell silent, her elegant brows furrowing.

“Well done.” Just then, a voice filled with praise sounded in Muria’s ear, it was the voice of Blazing Sky God Arudiba, who at this moment, stood united with Muria.

“How likely is it that your grandfather, the Lord of Wilderness Your Excellency, will agree to my request?” Michaela asked Muria.

“I’m not sure,” Muria said, spreading his hands.

“You want to fight the Evil God? No problem, you can participate.” But just as Arudiba was pleased to have stopped his granddaughter’s reckless wish, a voice sounded untimely, causing Arudiba’s yet unformed smile to freeze on his face.

“Akmonde!” Arudiba stared at the being who had torn through the Void, enunciating the name with clenched teeth, his expression filled with rage.

“Is there a problem?” Akmonde looked at the Blazing Sky God with six pairs of hallow Wings behind him, asking indifferently.

“Why would you harm my granddaughter?”

“Harm? I am merely fulfilling the request of a warrior who craves battle,” Akmonde replied.

“She has just ascended,” Arudiba roared with anger.

“Since she has ascended, she holds the right to battle the Evil God,” Akmonde responded calmly, even beginning to stir his own vital Qi, predicting that a battle would likely come next.