"Your son is so crazy! He actually dares to challenge all the young geniuses in the boundless world."
"That's not called madness, that's called confidence." Ans'ol looked at the Blazing Goddess who was beaten by him so hard that his face was still bruised, and responded in a calm tone.
"Do you have the strength to challenge the entire Boundless Heaven Realm?" The legendary Blazing Sky Goddess asked with some depression, having already understood why he was suddenly approached and beaten by Ans Aur, just because his surname was Raphael.
"You can give it a try!" Ansior replied. He knew it was difficult. Although the Titans were powerful, if they searched the entire boundless heaven, there would be quite a few creatures that could be enemies with them. At least the one he was in now.
In the city in the clouds, in front of you is the descendant of the Blazing Heaven God.
"Hey, you're not sure either, but why do you think your son can?" asked the beaten Goddess of Blazing Sky.
"He has already surpassed the level and defeated the eight-winged Blazing Sky Descendant in your clan. Do you think he can't do this?" Ansi'ol asked back. If he denies it, it means that the Blazing Sky Descendant is too weak.
"If we fight against each other at the same level, there is a possibility." After thinking about it, although he was very reluctant, the blazing god still admitted very reluctantly, "But don't be too proud, your son has to challenge first
Only after everyone in the clan is qualified to continue to challenge geniuses from the entire heaven."
"Didn't Lord Aludiba just say that? Challenging the geniuses of your Blazing God Clan is just a warm-up."
"Warm up?" Although Aludiba did say that, he didn't mean it, so the owner of this cloud city quit. "Elai Xiu is only at the bottom among all the eight wings, and there are others.
The two of you are stronger than him, so your son was probably knocked down early before he had even warmed up!"
"They are both eight wings, how strong can they be? Oh, by the way, if you really don't like my son, you can also suppress the realm strength and go up and give it a try." A smile appeared on Ansi'ol's face.
, looking at the Blazing Sky God Descendant opposite, there are only three pairs of wings on his back.
"He's just a junior, I don't even bother to bully him."
"It sounds nice, but I'm afraid that I'll be embarrassed if I lose." Anse Aur teased, "Don't worry, you're just a six-winged player. The eight-winged team has lost. No one will laugh at you if you lose."
"Anse Aur!" The Lord of the City in the Cloud roared angrily, and he picked up his weapon and fought with Anse Aur again.
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"Your Highness Ilvester!" A team of six-winged holy light angels descended into a small world through the teleportation array and found the Descendant of the Sky who was standing on the corpse of a multi-headed dragon monster.
That ferocious three-headed evil dragon, a flying dragon species, has no forelimbs and two tails. It is as big as a mountain and has a strong smell of blood. I don’t know how many creatures it has slaughtered to accumulate this terrible blood. It is a pity that it is now
It had fallen into a pool of blood, all three dragon heads had been chopped off, and all three hearts had been broken. But even so, it was not completely dead, and there were still signs of life.
"What's the matter?" Ilvester, who was covered in blood, looked at the group of Holy Light Angels that had descended, with a look of exhaustion that could not be concealed in his brows. He had been fighting these three evil dragons for three months.
It wiped out its vitality and killed it, but the central area of the world was completely shattered and reduced to a dead place without any life. I don't know how long it will take to recover.
"Your Highness, the name of the Titan clan is Muria..." The descending Holy Light Angel told Michaelela's brother, Ilvester, everything about Muria. The legendary
Seraph for more than thirty years.
"Muria, I have the impression that a hybrid of a Titan and a Dragon King, huh, if you want to defeat all the geniuses in the boundless world, you have to pass me first!" Ilvester's eyes were full of evil.
"Your Highness, do you need to rest for a few days?" The Angels of Holy Light looked at the corpse of the evil dragon trampled under Ilvester's feet, their eyes filled with awe. Such a barren world could actually breed such a powerful dragon life.
, can be called a miracle.
"No need." Ilvester waved the sword in his hand and shook off all the blood on it. The dragon-slaying warrior bathing in the dragon's blood will not happen to him. That can only happen if the life level is too high.
It's something that only happens to low-level humans. Dragon's blood can only make him feel uncomfortable, and he has a mysophobia.
What's more, the three-headed dragon he chopped was a native dragon species in this world. It had nothing to do with the giant dragon in Erathia. It just looked similar in appearance. I don't know how this small world was born.
However, there will not be another one in a short time. This dragon has already devoured most of the extraordinary power and resources in this world, resulting in no creature that can fight it. Therefore, under the savior of Ilvester
Before coming, the natives of this world lived a life of fear every day.
"Go back directly. I want to see how this half-blood Titan dares to take advantage of my sister after fifty years." Ilvester snorted coldly.
"Your Highness, please calm down! His Highness Elixiu has been defeated, you should be more cautious."
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"Don't waste time with those with six wings and below, okay?" On a white stone arena shaped by the King of Mountains, Muria in the form of a titan flipped over a four-winged Arata with one hand.
He said with some helplessness that this was the fifth of the four wings to come up to challenge him.
"Don't you have any sense of self-awareness? Or do you want the four wings to come up one by one to consume my physical strength, and then let the six or eight wings come up to defeat me."
Muria didn't look at the Descendants of the Blazing Sky who couldn't get up for a while on the ground, but looked at the Descendants of the Blazing Sky outside the ring and the Holy Light Angels who were just here to watch the battle.
Although the arena he is currently in was created by the Dragon King of the Mountains, other Blazing Gods and Epics also added the power of rules. All creatures that step into this arena will have part of their power blocked, in order to protect the weak.
Whichever party shall prevail.
If the person who steps into the ring is a second-level soul, then Muria's strength level will also be suppressed to the same level, and his body will also be restricted, and he can only exert a small part of his strength. Of course, his body
His defensive capabilities remain unchanged, and are the capabilities that his original legendary body should have.
Coupled with his combat experience, Muria really couldn't figure out why he would lose. Do those guys who are weaker than him think they can defeat him by bringing him to the same level? What a joke.
Muria found that there were quite a few pretentious or extremely narcissistic people among the Blazing Gods.