A Level 5 King ranker was fighting against a peak Venerate ranker.
How big was the difference in strength?!
But…
The peak Venerate ranker had no other choice but to use all his strength – his most powerful martial technique, Dragon's Divine Palms!
A sky-grade martial technique!
This technique could instantly kill anyone below the Saint rank. This was a martial technique that Travis was most proud of, and it was because of this technique that he could become a Protector in the Great Alliance and enjoy over ten thousand top-grade upgrade elements as compensation.
He never imagined he would be using this technique to deal with a mere kid at level 5 King rank.
Never in his dreams!
However, he had no choice but to do that today.
Maxwell Gillette!
The strength of Dragons and Elephants, level 5 Overdrive with 32 times amplification of attributes, and the addition of the Profound Burst Pill. These three types of powers were stacked together and then injected into the Vampire Blade, allowing the world's most domineering blade to display its true powers completely.
If these combined powers were flowing inside a normal martial cultivator, most likely their fleshly body would've exploded by now.
Maxwell was feeling extremely uncomfortable.
It was like every inch of his flesh was being torn, every inch of his bones was being shattered, and every inch of his internal organs was being crushed. The pain could no longer be described with words. But for Brenda and the promise he made, Maxwell could only clench his teeth and desperately hold on for as long as he could!
His hands were holding onto the 1800-pound Vampire Blade while pouring all his powers into it.
"Bam!"
"Bam!"
The blade spirit inside was moaning in ecstasy as the power made it incomparably excited. A blood light bathed the sky as it slashed down.
The domineering energy was like Armageddon crushing down towards Travis.
Travis's hair was blown all over the place, and his clothes fluttered like mad. The flesh on his face was forced to sink by the crushing power. As the nine palm prints fused into one and the divine dragon's power appeared, his palm strike shot upwards while shouting: "Kid, go die for me!"
The two different powers collided.
Heaven and earth lost their colours.
A fiery burst shot into the sky.
With Maxwell and Travis as the centre, the surrounding ten meters exploded outwards like crazy. The auction venue began to collapse, and the structures instantly turned to powder. The powerful shockwave then rippled out and spread through the entire Capital City!
It was similar to a magnitude 10 earthquake!
Terrifying! Too terrifying!
Kerry's face was pale, his hair fluttering all over, and his war hammer embedded into the ground in front of him. The shockwave from the collision felt like blades slicing past his face. He, too, was an expert at the peak of the Venerate rank, but this powerful collision gave rise to a sense of dread in his heart.
Too strong.
A rainbow colored holy screen of light covered the elven woman. The light barrier only trembled faintly, but her face had turned slightly pale. She was completely shocked by the powers displayed here today.
Was he really at the King rank?
He's a young kid who's not even 20 yet, right?
This was too inconceivable!
At this moment, everyone felt admiration for Maxwell. Whether he lives or dies today, his name will definitely cause a huge sensation in the entire world!
"Bam!"
Travis's body sank as he retreated several steps back. Blood was roiling in his chest before a mouthful of blood spurted out. His face was a bit pale, but his lips were still curled up to show a cold sneer.
"Bam!"
"Clang!"
A person and a blade dropped down from a high altitude.
The Vampire Blade's usual sheen of blood light had become much fainter. Its usual domineering aura had also lessened quite a bit as if it had suffered a heavy injury.
Maxwell had fallen into a pile of rubble.
There wasn't a trace of blood on his face, and his breathing was extremely weak. His fists were still desperately clenched as he shouted in his heart: "It didn't work?! I can't go on anymore?! Maxwell, are you really going to admit your loss just like that?!"
Facing a peak Venerate rank expert and being able to fight to this point in time, he was most likely the first in all of history!
"Maxwell…"
"Boss, boss…"
Brenda was crying her eyes out as she wailed Maxwell's name.
When they saw Maxwell not moving on the ground, Godfrey, Constantine, and Blindman Dale struggled over like they didn't care about their lives anymore. Each one of them was riddled with heavy injuries, but they completely disregarded them while rushing over.
"Hahaha…"
"Hahaha…"
"Hahaha…"
Samuel started laughing in an incomparably savage and arrogant manner. He was pointing at Maxwell, who was lying in the rubble, and started scolding: "Damn dog thing! You wanted to fight with me?! You should first look at the kind of identity you have! What kind of thing do you think you are?! What qualifications do you have to fight with me?! Hahaha…"
He was laughing with madness.
He was releasing all the pent-up fear he had been holding back.
He walked one step at a time towards Maxwell with a cold smile on his face.
Constantine tried to block him in front.
"Slap!"
A slap was thrown out.
"Thump!"
Constantine fell to the ground.
But he crawled back up and used his body to block in front of Maxwell once again.
Samuel then threw another slap.
Constantine fell over again but got back up and blocked in front.
Another slap!
Another…
Constantine's head was covered in blood as it dripped down from all over. One could no longer tell what kind of facial features he had. His eyes, mouth, nose, and even his hair were covered in blood. His body was still blocking in front of Maxwell as he grunted out, "Those who touch my boss die!"
"Get down for me!"
Samuel threw another slap.
"Bam!"
Constantine's head happened to slam into a large piece of rubble as he fell. Blood gushed out, and this time, he no longer stood back up.
The moment Samuel was about to take another step forward, Godfrey blocked in front. He was grinning with happiness. He had never smiled this happily in his entire life as he fiercely said, "Those who touch my boss, die!"
Samuel started laughing deeply before ridiculing: "Hahaha… There are still people in this world that aren't afraid of death, hahaha…"
Once the sound of his laughter stopped…
Samuel threw a slap out.
Godfrey didn't fall over because his hands were being supported by his sword.
Samuel's gaze turned fierce, and he threw another slap.
Godfrey held on.
He didn't move, only looking ahead with a simple gaze while holding on. He was very clear that the injuries he had were nothing compared to what Maxwell suffered. The injuries caused by someone at the peak of the Venerate rank were certainly unimaginably terrifying!
Samuel's hand was starting to hurt from slapping so much. He was getting tired and started to gasp for air.
At this moment…
Godfrey was also covered in blood. The only thing he had left was his energetic-looking eyes and the firm sword intent he had cultivated all these years. He continued staring off into the distance.
Samuel turned around while breathing heavily as he picked up a broken blade. He then turned to Travis and said, "Protector, I will be troubling you to bring the little girl to the Vice President. You can hand these pieces of trash to me."
Immediately after…
Travis picked Brenda up like he was holding onto a drowning chicken.
Brenda almost ran out of tears as she wailed, "Maxwell, save me! Mother, save me! Mother…"
Suddenly…
The unconscious Maxwell at the edge of death suddenly opened his eyes. His fists clenched tightly as he roared into the air: "I will become a devil!"