King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 933 - 933 921 Trembling Yunjian Peak

Chapter 933: Chapter 921: Trembling Yunjian Peak Chapter 933: Chapter 921: Trembling Yunjian Peak Boom!

When Mesha looked over with great hatred, Muria, who had been watching the excitement from the side, didn’t hesitate to throw a punch. His pure white fist strength was like a heavy cannon plastered on Mesha’s face.

Meow!

Mesha, having been punched by Muria, cocked its head and then nonchalantly turned back around, staring at Muria and letting out an unimposing roar before its bloodshot eyes ferociously pounced towards Muria.

Facing this enraged giant beast king that had almost lost its mind, Muria, who was generally physically inferior, of course wouldn’t confront it head-on. With a flap of the three pairs of light wings on his back, his body disappeared from its original spot.

Meow!

Seeing Muria flying into the sky, Mesha immediately spread its wings and turned into a black shadow, pouncing towards Muria with such speed that it resembled thunder. And when it reached Muria, explosion rings like thunderclaps burst out behind it, emitting a thunderous cracking sound.

“Nice speed!” Muria ascended further, dodging Mesha’s pounce. Right at that moment, Mesha happened to pounce right beneath his feet, and then Muria unceremoniously stomped downward.

A clearly visible shock ring emanated from where Muria’s foot met Mesha, and with the tremendous force of Muria’s foot, combined with Mesha’s own pounce, the giant beast was smashed obliquely against one of the mountains of Yunjian Peak.

The massive impact instantly flattened the top half of the mountain, and billowing dust shot up into the sky. However, this dust was quickly blown away by the wingbeats of Mesha, revealing the seemingly unscathed black giant beast within.

Meow!

Mesha roared, but this time the roar was cut off harshly by itself halfway through because such a sound was utterly lacking in dignity.

“The sound is quite nice, you can call out a few more times!” Muria mocked Mesha, who, very obviously, also understood the implication and glared angrily at Muria, but it didn’t let out another roar. Until its voice returned to normal, it wouldn’t let out another sound that would utterly humiliate it.

Mesha pounced towards Muria, vowing to make this tiny creature taste its fury for having made it lose its majestic voice.

“Not bad, capable of long-range attacks, strong physique, quick speed, and it seems to manipulate wind as well,” Muria noted the airflow swirling around Mesha, “But being naturally powerful, it lacks any technique. It’s just a stronger-than-average extraordinary beast after all!”

As Mesha charged at him, Muria dodged by a hair’s breadth and, in the moment of passing by, he placed his hand on its body and effortlessly redirected its enormous momentum, smashing it onto another mountain.

A simple technique of using the adversary’s strength against them; although Muria didn’t hold any advantage in pure strength, speed, or physique, he completely dominated in technique. In fact, he effortlessly overpowered any other intelligent creature in the Yikong world.

At that moment, Muria once again appreciated the benefits of the Titan Tribe’s emphasis on refining techniques from an early age. Strength could be sealed or taken away, but techniques honed through thousands of trials would always remain, even if he were to unluckily suffer amnesia. These battle instincts honed through countless trials would still exist.

Boom! Boom!

With his superior techniques, Muria time and again used Mesha’s own strength to toss it out, turning this area of Yunjian Peak into a pitted wasteland.

Meow!

After being thrown onto Yunjian Peak, creating a huge crater, Mesha let out a sonorous yet adorable roar, calling its guards; it could no longer tolerate Muria’s mockery.

But after this roar, its warriors didn’t arrive as swiftly as before. Instead, they hesitated.

Meow!

Seeing its guards disobeying its summons, Mesha let out a deeply furious cat screech, and only then did the Phantoms realize, opening their wings and pouncing towards Muria, looking to fulfill their duties.

“You can’t even handle me, do you think their joining will make any difference?” Muria saw the hundred Phantoms rushing towards him without a hint of fear on his face, merely creatures that could be brought down with a single strike.

As he spoke, Muria kicked one of the incoming Phantoms away, also conveniently chopping down its wings, breaking them. These creatures primarily relied on their wings to fly, and with the bones in their wings broken, they couldn’t take to the skies again for a while.

…

“Mesha, submit to me! Becoming my mount today is your destined fate, stop your futile resistance!” Muria stood in the air, looking at the furious Mesha with a smile.

And beneath his feet, were hundreds of Phantoms enraged and helpless due to their broken wings, all brought down by Muria during the earlier melee.

Meow!

The Mesha, who fully understood what Muria was saying, let out a roar of defiance, with its voice distinctly conveying its current attitude—contempt, disdain, and anger.

“It seems that sheer skill alone is not enough to make you submit willingly!” Muria sighed with some helplessness, because throughout the battle, he had not truly harmed the Mesha. So even though he had thrown it out time and again, it still refused to give in, eager to rip Muria apart.

“It really can’t be helped, it seems I’ll have to beat you into submission if you are to bow down to me,” Muria sighed, and then one God’s Pattern after another appeared on his body, with blazing light bursting forth from within him.

He transformed directly into a massive being of light, and the pure white light continued to expand. He turned into a ten-meter-tall giant made of light.

The cultivation methods of the Yikong People had indeed been developed to their limits by Muria; his strength had reached its zenith. If he wished to become even stronger, he would have to find a new path beyond the divine pattern system of the Baghda.

However, reaching the limits of cultivation did not mean that his combat power could not continue to increase. Muria had developed a secret method that allowed him to unleash several times his normal combat strength for a short period, at the cost of leaving his body weakened for a time afterward.

And now, for the first time, Muria deployed this secret technique he named “Ignite Light.” In that instant, his various physical attributes climbed to five times their normal state. As for the consequences, they depended on how long he employed the secret technique—the longer he used it, the longer he would be weakened afterward.

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“What’s the situation now?”

At the base of Yunjian Peak, the Yikong People who had come to observe Muria’s conquest of the Mesha were somewhat anxious yet expectant as they waited. They had witnessed Muria rush into Yunjian Peak, maintaining his invincible posture even when facing Phantom, the prodigy of his tribe.

But after Muria charged in, they could no longer see anything; they could only hear the intermittent roars and screams carried by the wind from the clouds, mixed with the peculiar “meow meow” sounds.

Boom!

Suddenly, a huge vibration and roaring noise came from Yunjian Peak. The immense Yunjian Peak visibly trembled slightly, and chunks of rock fell from it. The vast and magnificent Yunjian Peak seemed as if it were about to be destroyed.

Then, those watching from below saw a gigantic mushroom cloud rise from the center of Yunjian Peak, almost as if it were covering the sky. Immediately after, the peak trembled visibly once again.

“I can’t stand it any longer, even if I get caught up in the battle, I accept it, I must go up and see how Lord Wuer is conquering the Mesha,” said a Baghda, looking at Yunjian Peak as it continued to tremble insistently. He then mounted his own Blue Creek Beast and soared into the sky.

Following the lead of this Baghda who disregarded his own life to witness the battle, one after another, the Yikong People also mounted their companions and rushed toward Yunjian Peak.

And when those Yikong People, disregarding their own lives, flew to Yunjian Peak, they saw a scene they would never forget in their lifetimes.

A colossal giant of light, holding the Mesha—which was known as “King of the Sky”—by the head with one hand, while the other hand punched its head repeatedly. Each punch that landed on the Mesha’s head generated visible shockwaves.

The Mesha, enduring such heavy blows, struggled frantically. It flapped its wings, dispersing windblades everywhere, and its slender yet powerful claws furiously tore at the giant’s body, ripping stripes of light from it. However, the giant, whose body was torn and tattered, repaired itself quickly; it seemed that the attacks from the Mesha were of no use against it.

But it turned out these attacks were very effective, because under such assault, the Mesha broke free from the giant’s grasp. However, just as the Mesha was about to spread its wings to fly high and escape the giant, the giant grabbed its tail again and slammed it viciously onto Yunjian Peak.

Bang!

At the point of intimate contact between the Mesha and Yunjian Peak, shocking spiderweb-like cracks spread, and the whole Yunjian Peak slightly trembled again, with stones falling to the ground.

This was the reason for Yunjian Peak’s trembling; it was caused by a powerful entity slamming the Mesha into it.

“Is this Lord Wuer?” asked the first Baghda who bravely flew up to Yunjian Peak on his flying mount, staring in astonishment at the light giant who was relentlessly beating the Mesha.

“Probably, I guess!” another Baghda responded uncertainly.

“To think that the Mesha is being beaten down; that’s terrifying!”

“Worthy of Lord Wuer, to maintain such an invincible stance even in the face of the Mesha!”

“Today is the day that Lord Wuer becomes the King of Ayalei!”