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Translator: Ashish
Translation Checker: Silavin
Suddenly, a deafening boom reverberated through the world, silencing everything else.
Immediately afterward, amidst the astonished gazes of Mutant Beasts and even powerful Transcendents like Gorewolf King, blood began to rain down.
*Screech…* Northern Darkness, so massive that it could overshadow nearly half of a city, let out a piercing and mournful cry as its body fiercely shook, spurting fountains of blood again and again.
Golden Ant’s punch was so powerful that his strength blasted through its flesh, splattering blood again and again.
However, Northern Darkness was just too massive. Even though it was just a splatter, it looked like a rain of blood coming down again and again.
At this moment, Mutant Beasts fell silent one after another, their horrified and terrified gazes inevitably converging towards a single spot. There, calmly stood a petite figure shrouded in blood-colored vapor, resembling a king.
The figure’s eyes were completely calm, as if it was looking at a dead man walking.
Though the body was petite, the oppressive aura radiating from it made each Mutant Beast feel suffocated.
It was cruel and ferocious.
Subconsciously, countless Mutant Beasts seemingly saw a petite figure stepping over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, step by step.
In three years, he had killed millions. These were not empty words.
Two years ago, even before firmly establishing himself in Australia, Golden Ant, in a fit of rage, annihilated a Clan with his bare hands.
While the population of that Clan might not be in the millions, it still numbered in the six digits.
It was precisely that battle that established the fearsome notoriety of Golden Ant.
In a sense, he was a truly vicious creature. More vicious than even Sarcosuchus.
However, considering his birth, one could understand.
Born with intelligence, he had to watch tens of thousands of his own clansmen die before his eyes in a Human laboratory.
It had left a big impact on him, affecting him to this day.
At this moment, it could even be said that he was being truly himself.
Only because, at this moment, countless Mutant Beasts couldn’t distinguish whether the blood-colored vapor that enveloped him was steam, dyed red by blood, or was the natural color of his blood.
“Who…are you?” Amidst a deathly silence, a voice full of dread suddenly filled the air.
Looking towards the source, the voice belonged to none other than Gorewolf King, whose pupils, at this moment, had shrunk to the size of pinpoints. His blood-colored fur had stood on end.
[When did such a vicious creature appear on the continent?] Gorewolf King roared in his heart, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
However, at the next moment, Gorewolf King’s expression completely froze.
Simply because, at this moment, a hoarse yet resolute voice echoed through the world, ringing loud and clear in the ears of every Mutant Beast, “Misty Mountains’ Fifth Great Beast, Golden Ant, pays respects to Elder Sister, Second Brother…”
The voice was filled with complete sincerity.
At the same time, in the perplexed gazes of every Mutant Beast, the petite figure had turned around and bent down, looking toward the nearby rushing Nine Tails and Bull Demon.
“Great, that’s great…” Laughing heartily, Bull Demon grabbed the only pot of Spirit Wine left unscathed from the battle at his waist, and tossed it to Golden Ant.
“As long as you’re back alive, all is well,” Bull Demon shouted again in excitement.
*Gulp, gulp…* At this moment, taking the pot of wine, Golden Ant began drinking in large gulps heartily.
After a bout of heavy drinking, Golden Ant’s cold demeanor gradually softened.
[It tastes just as before.] Thinking this, the corners of Golden Ant’s mouth rose ever so slightly.
Just a moment later, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head, looking at Gorewolf King, who was already preparing to sneak away in the distance, and coldly asked, “And where do you think you’re going?”
“I…” With a frozen expression on his face, Gorewolf King’s speed of retreat rose rapidly.
[Are you kidding me? Such a monster has actually emerged from Misty Mountains!?]
[Even Northern Darkness, who had long stepped into the Realm of Sovereign, and once renowned as one of the Ten Monstrosities of the Continent, couldn’t even withstand just a single round of attacks from him! Northern Darkness may even be dead! How can I possibly provoke such a terrifying existence!?
As Tier-3 Sovereigns myself, there isn’t much difference between me and Northern Darkness! While I may not be able to defeat Northern Darkness, Northern Darkness wouldn’t be able to defeat me either.
Y-Yet, Northern Darkness, renowned for its defense and speed, was taken down in seconds!]
“Uh…” Gorewolf King’s mind was in a complete turmoil. He didn’t think his small body could withstand it.
So, without giving it another thought, Gorewolf King decided to flee at the first opportunity.
While fleeing, he shouted at the top of his voice, “It’s a misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding.”
“Indeed, it’s a misunderstanding.” Nodding, the nearby Nine Tails didn’t deny it. Rather, the corner of her mouth rose slightly, showing a trace of amusement.
All because Golden Ant threw the unfinished pot of Spirit Wine in his hand into the air, as he lowered his body and slowly clenched his fist tightly.
“Crimson Daytime Tiger…” muttering, Golden Ant threw a punch.
*Boom…* With a deafening roar, a vast amount of blood-red vapor emerged, transforming into an enormous, ferocious crimson Tiger, seemingly born to devour, pouncing towards Gorewolf King.
Followed by another deafening roar that shook the sky, the Giant Crimson Tiger pounced upon Gorewolf King, crashing onto the vast grassland.
*Aooo~* Amidst a painful howl, Gorewolf King’s body slid along the ground for about three kilometers, leaving behind a bottomless trench, before ending with a 100 meters wide crater.
Meanwhile, Gorewolf King, like a boneless creature, lay pitifully in the deep valley, his breath completely wilted.
The Crimson Daytime Tiger was a terrifying combat skill developed by Golden Ant under Yu Zi Yu’s guidance, which incorporated his own powerful strength into the technique.
As for choosing the Tiger Form, it was to some extent due to the momentum displayed by his Third Brother, White Tiger. It complemented this particular technique perfectly.
Ashish: Guess where this technique came from. Hint: It starts with N and ends with O
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