King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 810 - 810 799

Chapter 810: 799 Chapter Chapter 810: 799 Chapter Chapter 799: Do You Think I’m the Only Evil God?

“That’s a bit of source power in hand. Had I known obtaining source power in this world was so easy, I would have stepped up, thickened my face a bit, and contended with this Epic Titan. He might have given it to me directly for the sake of saving face. After all, at their level of power, the need for source power is not as great as ours,” Dragon King Bita sincerely lamented upon seeing how easily the Ancient Prison Master had obtained a drop of source power.

“Dream on. Even if you went up, you might spend half the day eliminating the roots of the Evil God’s corruption from this world, only to gain some authority to act freely within the world. As for source power, don’t even think about it.”

“What makes you think I can’t obtain source power?” Dragon King Bita felt unconvinced after hearing Starshine Dragon King’s words. What, Titans can do it, and Dragon Kings can’t? Is it necessary to boost the Titans’ morale and destroy our own Dragon Prestige?

“Because you’re not as strong as that Titan. The main reason he could obtain source power is that the will of this world has been coerced by the Evil God’s Minions, developing a basic level of consciousness, knowing to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Just now, that Titan demonstrated power sufficient to destroy it, and he even distorted space-time to tear away part of the Evil God’s body that was harming him. He even planned to lead an expedition to the exotic realm to confront the Evil God’s entity.”

Thus, the world would rather suffer great damage than separate and bestow a drop of its source power to him. If it were you, at most you would help it to cleanse some of the Evil God’s corruption.

Just this level of help is not enough for the world to give its source power to you. Although the Evil God’s corruption has seriously harmed it, it has not reached the point of destruction.”

“I get it; you don’t need to explain it to me. After all your talk, isn’t it just that my strength is weaker than his? The world gave a drop of its source power to the Titan also because the Titan was too much of a threat to it—this is essentially paying a protection fee for peace of mind!”

…Hearing the conversation between the Dragon Kings, Muria completely understood the reason why the Ancient Prison Master had obtained source power. At that moment, Muria was at a loss for words, realizing just how difficult it was to obtain source power.

The ease with which the Ancient Prison Master had acquired that drop of source power was solely because of his immense strength. There were no other reasons.

Ordinary Epics were in no position to contend with an Evil God who could extend his influence into different realm world clusters, let alone directly traverse space and rip apart the opponent’s body.

“Is this a prepayment for my services?” The Ancient Prison Master smiled as he looked at the drop of crystal-clear, radiant world origin force in front of him, possessing the power to evolve everything, almost like a fantasy. He then unreservedly collected it; it was his due reward.

“Don’t worry; I’ll let this Evil God know what happens when you anger a Titan,” the Ancient Prison Master said with assurance.

After he finished speaking, the golden path beneath the Ancient Prison Master instantly penetrated the void black hole in front of him. Then, with one step, he vanished into the void black hole.

After he disappeared, the black hole began to close slowly. But when the black hole was healing to a certain extent, Dragon King Bita extended his claw, scraping at the edge of the black hole, nearly halting its closure.

“I want to go see the excitement; what about you?” The Dragon King, covered in scales primarily colored blue, looked at the other two Dragon Kings.

“Just follow an Epic Titan into an exotic realm world like that?”

“What’s there to fear? He’s taking the lead.”

“What if we get lost?”

“We’ll just spend more time, is all. It’s not like we can’t return.”

“Then let’s go have a look.”

As these Dragon Kings decided to join in on the commotion, Starshine Dragon King, being the most agile, was the first to prepare to enter the black hole.

But just at that moment, from below the world, Ansol and Dragon mother Atreus flew up and then saw the three Dragon Kings ready to enter the black hole at a glance.

“Hey, where are you going? Take me with you! I want to see too.” Without a second thought, Golden Dragon Mother wanted the Dragon Kings to take her along. Knowing an Epic Titan had taken action and now that the Epic Titan was gone, where else could he be? There was no need to ponder; just think a bit about the Titan’s character.

“Hmm, who is this young girl?” Dragon King Bita looked at Dragon mother Atreus, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“Atreus! Dimos’s own daughter, if I remember correctly. That guy came to me before he left, asking me to look after her!”

“If that’s the case, then don’t bring her along, let her stay here,” the Mountain Dragon King said, his personality being the most stable.

“Let’s take her to have a look; after all, the Epic Titan is out in front. Besides, that guy on the other side can’t even beat the Titan. With us here, what danger is there to fear?” Dragon King Bita spoke with some indifference.

“Dragon King, I also want to go.” Seeing the Golden Dragon Mother was going, Muria immediately expressed her desire to go as well.

“Fine!” Dragon King Bita glanced at Muria and, with a stretch of his claw, grasped her within his claws.

“Ansol, are you going?” The Golden Dragon Mother, already standing on the back of the Starshine Dragon King, looked back at Ansol.

“I will!” Ansol answered tersely. The epic battle between her race and the foreign Evil God, even if she could not participate and could only watch from the sidelines, was bound to be enlightening. With three Dragon Kings present, there was even more reason to attend.

“Then let’s bring everyone!”

…

“Dare to come here? How arrogant?” the evil overlord, Abhus, looked back at the spot where his body had been destroyed by a creature from the Exotic Realm. The black hole that had appeared above his body had not disappeared; instead, a golden pathway extended from within it, and a towering figure stepped out from the pathway.

“But now that you’ve come, don’t even think about leaving. This is my turf,” snarled Abhus, who had been ready to avoid that area and find another place to sleep. Suddenly, he reversed direction and charged, sending a bizarre fluctuation rippling outward from his twisted body.

Then, on the desolate, lifeless meteorites in the void around them, monster after monster appeared at his summons, forming a surging torrent of beasts that rushed towards the Ancient Prison Master.

“A Subordinate Army, huh?” The Ancient Prison Master hmphed lightly upon seeing the onslaught of beasts. The world shadow that followed him like a shadow solidified instantly.

Powerful creatures resembling dragon snakes surged out from within, varying from over ten to hundreds and thousands of meters in size. Regardless of their size, each possessed the power to roam the void—creatures created for the war in the Void.

After watching his created minions engage in battle with these twisted monsters, the Ancient Prison Master turned his gaze towards Abhus, who was as colossal as a starry body. A smile appeared on his lips once more; he was very satisfied with his opponent this time.

Boom! With no fancy movements, the Ancient Prison Master merely reached out, clenched his fist, and then swung it. A torrent of Thunder burst from his fist, so fast that it pierced Abhus’s body in an instant, punching through and creating a hole clean through.

Hiss! Struck by the Ancient Prison Master’s punch, Abhus let out a pained soul-shrieking sound, but his fierce nature was also undeniably revealed at that moment as he swung hundreds of thick, writhing tentacles, which stretched towards the Ancient Prison Master through the void.

The tentacles were enveloped in a visible black mist that emitted countless sounds of life’s wails, curses, and hatred.

“The resentment of a world?” Seeing the black mist wrapped around the tentacles, the Ancient Prison Master looked scornful. Such curses lingering on the destroyers after a world’s destruction had no effect on them; instead, they would become weapons for attacking other creatures. However, they had no effect on him either.

“Such a boring attack!” The Ancient Prison Master swung the scepter in his hand, and within thousands of miles of his body, invisible sharp blades seemed to slash through the air, instantly killing millions of the Evil God’s Followers. Tentacles that reached into his domain broke off, cut into pieces, and the foul and corrupt blood of the Evil God spilled into the Void.

“You are too weak. Do you have any other tricks? If not, prepare to be buried here!” The Ancient Prison Master, having just fended off the Evil God’s assault with a single strike, looked across at Abhus, his eyes returning to their original indifference.

“Exotic Realm being, I acknowledge your strength, but you dared to follow me here, and death is your only outcome.”

The evil overlord, severely wounded by the Ancient Prison Master’s successive blows, screamed almost crazily. At this moment, his body had already started to heal—a testament to the terrifying nature of an epic physique, almost unkillable. Such entities with eternal life was merely standard for beings of their level.

An epic battle between Epics is long and drawn out. Ordinarily, unless there is a huge difference in strength, it is very difficult for one Epic to kill another. In battles between Epics, it’s not just individual strength that matters but also the Legions they command and the source power they control; what Epics are truly testing is the depth of each other’s resources.

An Epic with a Legion matching his powers, facing another of the same level but without a Legion—if he can be trapped, then there is a possibility to wear him down to death with the Legion. However, such cases are not numerous in the Void, but they do exist. Not every Epic knows how to “farm,” but without a doubt, those who don’t tend to not live long.

“Use whatever tricks you have now; spare me the talk. Soon you won’t have the chance.”

“Ga ga ga, do you think within this World Community, I am the only Evil God? Ignorant and foolish native of the Exotic Realm.”