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Chapter 1030 - Chapter 1030 Chapter 642 Whats Actually Wrong with Him_2

Chapter 1030: Chapter 642: What’s Actually Wrong with Him?_2 Chapter 1030: Chapter 642: What’s Actually Wrong with Him?_2 At that moment, his body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, creating a fierce wind that whipped up the dust around him, resembling a famished tiger pouncing on its prey in a deadly assault on Mok.

It all seemed to take ages.

But in reality, it was just a matter of a split second.

Watching the “ant” charging at him, which was not even one ten-thousandth of his own size,

Mok’s sharp claws subconsciously clenched into fists. His muscles tensed and veins bulged, emitting a strong murderous aura in continuous roars, trying to psych himself up in this crude way.

Yet, his trembling legs, like sieves, along with his feet, were the first to betray the Foreign Heavenly Pride’s innermost thoughts.

He was truly scared.

Even his flesh, which he had once taken great pride in, now inexplicably made him feel like a living target.

The Ten Crown King’s gaze was indifferent, closely watching Mok, targeting him within his line of sight.

As he sprinted, the air around him seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

His momentum was unstoppable, like a rainbow that no one could block.

In that moment, he turned into the master of the battlefield, with no one daring to face his sharp edge.

“Boom boom boom!”

“Boom boom boom…”

Like two stars, one huge and one small, fiercely colliding together, accompanied by surging mists rolling tumultuously, the two figures, disparity in size making them seem utterly incomparable, slammed into each other.

“Thud!”

It was as if struck by an invisible hammer.

From Mok and the Ten Crown King at the center, the surging aftershock spread outward like ripples visible to the naked eye.

In an instant.

The dazzling glare from the impact enveloped one corner of the arena, sweeping across everything, with thunder densely packed and azure mist swirling around.

The next moment.

Accompanied by a wail worthy of rending the void, a massive figure tore through the light fog intermixed with flickering lightning, flying backward like a tattered sandbag.

A rain of blood followed.

Mok’s once mountainous flesh was blasted away by a tremendous force, leaving behind only half of his body.

Black blood mixed with viscera fell like dew from the torn body, a sight of unspeakable misery.

As for his many strange narrow skulls, only a single one remained afloat.

Powerless, pale.

However, it was not yet completely dead, still clinging to a faint breath of life.

Underneath the atmosphere of imminent death that felt almost tangible, terror and palpitations completely took over Mok’s face.

Now, it couldn’t care less about its ancestors’ warning. Using the last of its strength, it dragged what was left of itself towards the edge of the arena, desperately trying to escape this cage.

The OLD ANCESTOR won’t necessarily kill it.

But the mad kid in front of him definitely would.

At the site of torn flesh, an extremely strange force wrapped around, piercing and eroding to the bone, eliminating all vitality of fleshly regeneration.

Even at peak condition, Mok’s speed was no match for the Ten Crown King, not to mention now with only half a body.

With a light step, the Ten Crown King swiftly caught up and grabbed hold of Mok’s last head.

In the face of fear, rage, and indignation, a slight squeeze, and the overwhelming strength of the True Dragon Claw easily burst it.

However, just as the Ten Crown King was about to crush the Foreign Heavenly Pride’s Primordial Spirit in the same way, Mok’s body, which had been completely motionless, suddenly vanished into thin air.

“We agreed everyone would get a turn, now’s not the time to check out!”

In Liu Village, on the lush hills behind.

Jiang Hui’s eyes sparkled as he gazed through countless dimensional spaces at the Alien Territory.

That sudden change.

It was naturally his doing.

Although Mok was not too strong, he could at least be considered a genius, and it was only fair that all the prominent youths of the village should take turns tormenting him before considering anything else.

Tormenting him only once would yield too few Experience Points.

Besides, even a desperate rabbit will bite.

If all the combat power from the Alien Territory was slain, the group of Immortal Kings would surely go mad.

Not that it mattered much; a slap would do the job, but harvesting Experience Points joyfully wouldn’t be that easy then.

…

In the arena, an unnamed, majestic voice echoed, desolate, vast, and eternally silent.

Watching Mo Ke disappear suddenly, the Ten Crown King seemed to sense something. His downcast and surprised gaze then shifted to a smile that was not quite a smile. He said loudly, “Next!”

“…”

By now, the area outside the fighting ring was already buzzing with noise.

For some unknown reason, the arena, which had previously been shrouded in Chaos Qi, was now fully exposed.

It hovered over the expansive Alien Territory, boundless, as if it were a mysterious temple emitting an ancient aura. The sacred and solemn air commanded an involuntary reverence from all who felt it.

Moreover, the battle between the Ten Crown King and Mo Ke was being projected upon the firmament of the Alien Territory.

The visuals of their combat, displayed across the sky of the Alien Territory, were visible at a 360-degree angle with no blind spots, seen by all the Foreign Domain Life Forms.

This was especially true for the younger generation of the Alien Territory.

Their gazes were unanimously fixed upon the arena before them.

Some wore a trance-like expression, apparently stunned into wide-eyed silence by the sudden turn of events;

Others rubbed their eyes in disbelief, wanting to confirm the reality of what they were witnessing;

And some were filled with a fighting spirit, their lips curling into a sinister smirk, their eyes twinkling with covetous light, as if they saw the Ten Crown King as a rare prey.

These were the true top Heavenly Prides of the Alien Territory, no weaker than the peerless leader of the past, Er Wu Shuang.

Talents emerge in each new generation.

Naturally, the Alien Territory is even more prosperous.

“It’s truly astonishing, it seems the other party is no ordinary opponent. That trash Mo Ke couldn’t even withstand three rounds with him, trash truly is trash!”

A Foreign Heavenly Pride snorted with a rebellious look in his eyes, not taking the Ten Crown King seriously at all, yet the caution hidden deep in his pupils was obviously not as casual as his expression.

Just then.

In one corner outside the arena.

A deep and boundless darkness flashed past.

The next moment.

Mo Ke, who had been beaten to a pulp, suddenly appeared outside the arena, falling from the sky and crashing to the ground, rapidly getting back on his feet.

There were no visible injuries on his body, but the horror, fear, and stupefaction on his face were more than enough to confirm that what had just happened in the arena was real.

“This…”

A group of Immortal Kings looked at each other, stunned, but then their feelings were quickly covered by overwhelming helplessness.

They had lived for countless tens of thousands of years and witnessed all manners of deceit, but none of them believed that the madman would be so kind-hearted.

If he really were that charitable, he surely wouldn’t keep abusing them out of spite.

Accordingly, there was only one explanation.

That was, the madman had more disciples under his command than just the Ten Crown King, and others as well, so Mo Ke could not die. Just like them in the past, he had to be thrashed repeatedly by his adversaries.

The only difference was that they had been up against that lunatic by themselves.

And these Heavenly Prides of their realm were up against who knows how many disciples of that lunatic.

Damn it all, how infuriating!

First, he let his disciple come and provoke us, then used the arena as a starting point to broadcast the scene of his disciple beating up our Heavenly Prides live to all creatures in the Alien Territory, thereby achieving some unspeakable purpose or completely breaking and destroying the confidence of all the clans in the Alien Territory…

This was an overt plot, a blatant one.

What on earth is wrong with that maniac, why would he do this? It must be some low-level malice that drives someone to commit such acts.

The Immortal Kings of the Alien Territory felt utterly miserable inside, grappling with the urge to curse but not knowing quite how.

After all, most of the so-called Heavenly Prides in their realm came from their own clans; it was no longer about an individual, but about entire clans being oppressed to the point they couldn’t raise their heads.

Leaving aside the constipated expressions of a group of Immortal Kings for the moment, the Alien Territory’s Heavenly Prides were rather happy and much relaxed.

Even if they lost, they could be “resurrected” with no cause for concern afterward, allowing them to fight boldly and without fear.

Suddenly.

Those previously hesitant Foreign Heavenly Prides decisively charged into the arena.

But quickly.

The same deep, dark flash passed by again.

One after another, those Foreign Heavenly Prides who had queued up to enter the ring fell from the sky like dumplings, their battered bodies instantly restored to their original state.