My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 454 - 352: Whose Opportunity Is It_1

Chapter 454: Chapter 352: Whose Opportunity Is It_1

Butcher Maxwell was also summoned. The Lord of the Skeleton Sea invited the two to sit down and said, "I can’t figure out why someone is trying to scheme against us in the Ghost Zone with the intention to swallow us all up. The thing is... this person is just a Fifth Great Realm practitioner, his cultivation level is so ordinary, yet he is overly confident. How could this be?"

The Bat Taoist and Butcher Maxwell were also perplexed and stammered, "So... what should we do now?"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea was annoyed, "I called you here to ask for your suggestions on how we should proceed."

Butcher Maxwell turned to look at the Bat Taoist, hoping that he could come up with a plan to deal with the situation. What good idea can the Bat Taoist come up with? He rubbed his beard and said, "Your Excellency, we should stay put rather than act rashly. Since the opponent is targeting us, we may as well wait in the Ghost Zone. He will act sooner or later, and by then, we can set up an ambush and clear him out."

"Brilliant!" The Lord of the Skeleton Sea clapped his thigh in approval, but suddenly a roar sounded from outside: "Who did this!" A powerful surge of Corpse Ghost energy erupted, pressing down on the entire Ghost Zone.

The Corpse Fiend was very angry. He came to the ’Ten Percent Pawn’ today to see a young girl and found it collapsed and in ruins upon his arrival!

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea hastily sent him a message, "I did it, don’t panic, there are important things to discuss."

But the Corpse Fiend didn’t care about that and rushed angrily, the Lord of the Skeleton Sea had no choice but to explain everything to him, and then added, "My military adviser already made a plan, like what they say, it’s better to be reactive than proactive..."

While he was still prattling on, the Corpse Fiend had already roared and charged out, "Be reactive my ass! They have already come to us, let’s clean him up!"

The Lord of the Skeleton Sea stood dumbfounded as he watched the Corpse Fiend ride a torrent of crimson flames and burst out of the Ghost Zone, asking his Crouching Dragon and Phoenix with a puzzled look, "Don’t you both feel... this guy has been a little irritable lately? Why is that?"

...

Howell Owen and his two companions, who were originally waiting on the mountain peak, suddenly changed their expressions, "Something is wrong!" Household Guard A’s presence suddenly disappeared.

Howell Owen slightly contemplated, "There must be a powerful entity hidden in the Ghost Market, we need to proceed with this carefully..."

Before he finished his sentence, he heard thunderous gust from within the Ghost Zone. A mass of crimson fire was rushing towards the mounted peak they stood on!

The Mesmerizing Demon’s eyes turned blood-red, everything was crystal clear in the night, and within dozens of miles, there were only the three of them that were alive on the mountain peak. Need there be more said?

With a cold hum, Howell Owen shouted, "Tribulation Sword, arise!"

A black golden sword floated out from behind him, moving to the front. The body of the sword reflected Howell Owen’s cultivation to this day, depicting five times of the "Tribulation Wave" his soul had journeyed. His aura as a practitioner of the Fifth Realm, Sixth Meal condensed into a light pillar a meter wide, shooting directly into the night sky from his body.

The length of the Tribulation Sword increased to nearly a hundred feet, and with a swish, it burst into a five-colored light, heading straight towards the Corpse Fiend.

The two Household Guards by Howell Owen’s side acted immediately. One used divine magic while the other employed a magical instrument, guarding their master vigilantly.

So what if they were discovered? Their master, after all, was a practitioner of the Fifth Realm, Sixth Meal, it was a pinnacle realm, he was not some lackey!

The Corpse Fiend, riding on a wave of blood-red light, spotted the flying sword and swatted it away with his hand. A blood-red light united resemble an enormous palm, and with a crunching sound, shattered Howell Owen’s sword into several pieces, which fell to an unknown place.

Howell Owen spurted out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale, "Tier-6!"

The ruler was actually a Tier-6! How could Ghost Market, which is not located in the Extinction Domain, breed a Tier-6 Great Ghost? This is against rules...

Corpses Fiend had spent most of his time practicing, aside from going to "Ten Percent Pawn" to see a young girl. He didn’t know why, but he had a sudden surge of motivation and had just achieved Tier-6 not long ago.

The two Household Guards were caught by surprise. Just after one exchange, their master’s sword was broken. Both made the split-second decision to pack up their magical instruments, turned around and ran down the mountain peak. Whether they could escape with their lives depended on whether their master could hold out for a few moves!

Master, hang in there! We’re cheering for you from behind the scenes and will burn more cash for you in future memorials."

At this point, Howell Owen saw only crimson all around him. The Corpsing Fiend shot forward filled with fury, appearing more giant than the mountain peak when it was close to Howell Owen. It looked down coldly, stomping its foot onto Howell Owen.

At that instant, Howell Owen’s instincts screamed: Opportunity! The opportunity for the Sixth Great Realm, it was really here, and unexpectedly...

Howell Owen used all his strength but was unable to stop the colossal foot. Just before his death, he finally understood: In Ghost Market, it wasn’t the "Catastrophe" that he wanted to consume, but the "Tribulation Wave" that he needed to endure in order to promote a level.

If he got the preparation wrong from the beginning, naturally there won’t be a good outcome. Failing to pass the "Tribulation Wave" would only lead to death.

Bang——

The gigantic foot stomped down, leaving only half of the mountain peak remaining. The severe vibration caused the two guards who hadn’t fled far to be tossed around, and two blood-red chain locks lashed out. Their souls were immediately destroyed.

At least there was a good thing, there was no need to incur extra costs for their master’s memorial from now on.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..." The Corpse Fiend panted heavily, screamed to the sky, and then started searching for any remaining survivors or potential adversaries.

The surroundings were dead quiet, not even insects dared to chirp. Satisfied, the Corpse Fiend arrogantly turned around and prepared to leave. A face of a ghost materialized beside him, blooming like a flower.