King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 494 - 494 490 An Unprecedented Melee

Chapter 494: Chapter 490: An Unprecedented Melee Chapter 494: Chapter 490: An Unprecedented Melee “Titan, hand over your weapon, and we’ll let you go!” The ancient blue dragon, wrapped in blue and white thunder, stood in front of Muria. Its gaze fell on the armor on Muria’s body and the weapon floating behind him, saying unrealistic things.

“At this point, you’re still talking such wise words.” Muria looked at the blue dragon blocking his way and a cold smile crossed his face. “Old dragon, have you ever tasted the flavor of being attacked by six legendary weapons at the same time?”

“What do you mean?” The avaricious blue dragon stiffened slightly, feeling a chill emanating from its rear end and an impending sense of doom.

“Just what I said.” Muria raised his hand, his five fingers spread towards the blue dragon. Behind him, excluding the Star Cloud Chain and Starfall Bow, all six legendary weapons, including the Staff of the End, flipped 90 degrees and aimed their sharpest ends at the ancient blue dragon.

“I can’t dodge!” When those six legendary weapons aimed at it, naturally, a thought emerged in the mind of the ancient blue dragon. A strong sense of crisis swelled up, causing some scales on its body to involuntarily bristle up.

“Bexien, help me!” The ancient blue dragon, premonitioning a fatal injury, called out to the black dragon. Unfortunately, the black dragon, seeing Muria’s attack formation, directly began fighting with the Great Devil Mels. He gave a helpless look, expressing a simple apology.

“Taste an attack that you’ve never endured before!” Under Muria’s mental control, the Damo Sword, Army-breaking Halberd, Prison-suppression Halberd, Startling God Battle Axe… the six exclusive weapons transformed into rainbows shooting towards the ancient blue dragon trying to evade.

“Thud!” “Thud!”… The sound of flesh being pierced by sharp weapons echoed. Even the Staff of the End, not created for close combat, deeply pierced the body of the ancient blue dragon. The raw materials of the staff itself gave it nearly unbreakable power.

“Howl!” The ancient blue dragon let out a painful howl. This kind of injury, although not fatal for it at present, was truly excruciating. And all the weapons that had been stabbed into its body carried Titan’s overpowering power. This power intensely conflicted with its own, amplifying the severity of its injuries and increasing its pain.

“Waste!” The bulky ancient red dragon, on whose mighty body was still stuck a thunder-shaped long spear that it couldn’t even pull out, mercilessly jeered at the pathetic figure of the ancient blue dragon.

The three of them were just temporarily grouped together, there was no mention of any camaraderie. Moreover, the Five Colored Dragons didn’t need that kind of thing.

“You dare to mock me when you’ve been impaled by the Titan’s spear?” The pain-stricken ancient blue dragon, upon hearing the sarcastic words of the ancient red dragon who was overpowering the Balrog Flame Demon, instantly became spiteful.

“Hehe, don’t be angry. I’ll take revenge for you.” Muria extended his hand with a smile, “But you have to endure it. It might hurt a bit, try not to scream.”

Receiving Muria’s call, the Damo Sword impaled into the ancient blue dragon instantly flew out, landed in Muria’s hand, and then he flung it toward the ancient red dragon.

Broken Horn, already informed by Muria, once again held back the ancient red dragon, allowing Muria’s Damo Sword to smoothly penetrate the ancient red dragon, puncturing it completely.

“Aigus, if you don’t hold back this Titan any longer, once this battle ends, we have a score to settle.” The ancient red dragon, who was already completely overpowering the Balrog Flame Demon, was stabbed by Muria. This gave Broken Horn a moment of respite, causing the ancient red dragon to lose more than half of its advantage.

Hearing the threat of the Ancient Red Dragon, the Ancient Blue Dragon, Aigus, with five weapons already plunged into its body and a bloody wound slowly healing, roared reluctantly and rushed towards Muria.

“You still want to fight even in this state?” Relying on his strong physique, Muria instantly arrived at the lower jaw of the Ancient Blue Dragon, an uppercut forcing its head to jerk back. Then he moved above its head, his hands clasped together like a warhammer, and heavily smashed it into the space between the dragon’s horns.

“Boom!” The massive body of the Ancient Blue Dragon, with its head downward, turned into a blue shadow and smashed into the ground, causing dust to rise and form a mushroom cloud.

“Muria, a descendant of the Titans, you seem to be getting stronger and stronger. It seems the rumors that the Titans grow through battle are true.” Just as Muria was preparing to pursue victory, an indifferent, slightly familiar voice rang out.

As this voice emerged, four dark swords, each nearly a hundred meters long, rapidly formed in the air, and then swiftly slashed towards Muria.

“Zor Elves.” Muria’s face darkened. He swung his fists, wrapped in the glow of the Saintly Imperial Abyss, and shattered the four Dark Swords along with three silent arrows shot towards him, “You really are relentless.”

“Descendant of the Titans, you’ve killed so many of our tribesmen, you must pay some price. It wouldn’t look right if we just let you go. It’ll be hard for us Zor to get by in the Senapus Subcontinent.”

A rarely seen male Zor Sword Saint appeared before Muria, staring at him coldly.

“Those too weak to survive had it coming.” Muria laughed, not feeling that he had wrongly killed any creature since he set foot on this subcontinent.

“Well, I hope that when your head is cut off, you can be just as magnanimous.”

“This is the fifth time you’ve caught up with me. You couldn’t do anything the previous times, so what makes you think you can do anything this time?” Muria asked in a manner of stating a fact.

“This time is different from the previous few.” A Dark Elf mage who appeared earlier smirked slightly, “As soon as I got your location, I relayed it to all the believers of the Evil God. Soon, all the Legends of this subcontinent will be here. By then, there’s no way you can escape.”

Muria said nothing, recalling all the weapons embedded in the body of the Ancient Blue Dragon, Aigus, and gripping the handle of the Prison-suppression halberd, he swung at the detestable Dark Elf mage.

“Ding!” Two Zor Elves melee legends appeared and together blocked Muria’s strike. Apart from their level, their strength and weapons were no match.

“Haha! Those dark skins didn’t lie to me. The Descendant of the Titans is really here.” Spatial ripples appeared, not far away, a huge serpent as winding as a mountain broke through space, appearing on the battlefield. The massive serpentine body rushed straight towards Muria, trying to swallow him whole.

But before this legendary giant serpent could get close to Muria, three huge tentacles stretched out, grabbed it, and threw it to the ground, smashing into a winding snake-shaped pit, “The Descendant of the Titans is mine.”