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Chapter 779: Whether I’m Strong Or Not Is None Of Your Business · Oct 20, 2026

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751 Chapter 751: Three-Star Law Art 2026-10-20
752 Chapter 752: You’ve Turned Into A Hedgehog 2026-10-20
753 Chapter 753: Dragon Emperor, You Have Doomed The Dragonkind 2026-10-20
754 Chapter 754: No Matter What You Choose, It’s The Wrong Move 2026-10-20
755 Chapter 755: Carved From The Same Mold 2026-10-20
756 Chapter 756: The Invasion Had Been Doomed To Fail From The Very Beginning 2026-10-20
757 Chapter 757: I’m Afraid It Might Drive Him To Desperation 2026-10-20
758 Chapter 758: Vulgar Nouveau Riche Residence 2026-10-20
759 Chapter 759: It’s All Because We Weren’t Strong Enough 2026-10-20
760 Chapter 760: Ready For Action, Only To Watch It End Instantly 2026-10-20
761 Chapter 761: Does The Undeath World Really Exist? 2026-10-20
762 Chapter 762: Use One Eye For Each 2026-10-20
763 Chapter 763: Don’t Let It Go To Your Head 2026-10-20
764 Chapter 764: Transcendent God 7th Tier; Soul Tracking 2026-10-20
765 Chapter 765: Antares’s Warnings 2026-10-20
766 Chapter 766: With My Realm, Why Would I Envy You? 2026-10-20
767 Chapter 767: Then You’re Simply An Idiot 2026-10-20
768 Chapter 768: Balance Must Be Maintained 2026-10-20
769 Chapter 769: The Last Of The Filth In This World 2026-10-20
770 Chapter 770: Mysterious Law: Death Holds Life Within It, And Life Contains Death 2026-10-20
771 Chapter 771: Blame The Previous Age For Their Carelessness 2026-10-20
772 Chapter 772: The Whole World Has Turned Against Shenxia 2026-10-20
773 Chapter 773: The Bloodkind Will Rule This World 2026-10-20
774 Chapter 774: Two Waves Of Mutation 2026-10-20
775 Chapter 775: There Had Once Only Been Shenxians In The World 2026-10-20
776 Chapter 776: Another Multiple-Star Law Art System 2026-10-20
777 Chapter 777: Antares Goes Crazy! 2026-10-20
778 Chapter 778: Slaughter All Of Shenxia And Use A Blood Sacrifice To Welcome Master 2026-10-20
779 Chapter 779: Whether I’m Strong Or Not Is None Of Your Business 2026-10-20
780 Chapter 780: Using The Blood Ancestor’s Blood For Hotpot 2026-10-20
781 Chapter 781: Why The People Of That Age Left 2026-10-20
782 Chapter 782: Treating A World Like A Game 2026-10-20
783 Chapter 783: The Law Of Undeath, A Cimbination Of Offense And Defense 2026-10-20
784 Chapter 784: Heaven-Defying Law Art 2026-10-20
785 Chapter 785: Inside The Tiny Black Dot 2026-10-20
786 Chapter 786: Antares’s Conviction Might Come Crashing Down 2026-10-20
787 Chapter 787: You Freak, What Did You Do! 2026-10-20
788 Chapter 788: Something New Appears In The Soul World 2026-10-20
789 Chapter 789 - 1.49 Million Undead 2026-10-20
790 Chapter 790: Every Race Curses The Heaven-Chosen 2026-10-20
791 Chapter 791: Might As Well Rename It As Self-Abuse Talent 2026-10-20
792 Chapter 792: Raise Dead: Transcendent God Zerg 2026-10-20
793 Chapter 793: Those Who Spy Upon My Race Deserve To Die! 2026-10-20
794 Chapter 794: Transcendent God 3rd Tier Are Merely Cannon Fodder 2026-10-20
795 Chapter 795: Moving River 2026-10-20
796 Chapter 796: Burial Ground of Gods 2026-10-20
797 Chapter 797: Human… Do Not Kill! 2026-10-20
798 Chapter 798: You Dare Seize My Remains… Seeking Death 2026-10-20
799 Chapter 799: Battle Of Soul Remnants—A Reflection Of The Past 2026-10-20
800 Chapter 800: The Law Of Chaos Is Overpowered 2026-10-20

Shirov launched his counterattack, and the blood-colored laws thundered across the air.

Meng Anwen’s expression shifted. Shirov was indeed level 97, and in raw power, he held an advantage.

But combat strength was never determined by level alone.

Controlling the Shenxia Tower, Meng Anwen wove countless formations into existence, meeting Shirov’s assault with one of his own.

Ning Tairan, Ye Hao, and the other God-level experts of the Shenxia Empire moved as well, immediately engaging the enemies.

The heaven and earth seemed on the verge of collapse.

The capital of the Eagle Kingdom was torn apart in an instant.

Countless civilians died in the battle’s aftershocks, their flesh ground into pulp that stained the land red.

Yet not one showed fear.

Their faces held only madness. Death meant nothing to them.

They had already become part of the Bloodkind, stripped of their human nature.

Ning Tairan said coldly, “Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. Our ancestors did not misguide us.”

“These things are no longer human. Kill them all!”

“It isn’t just them. Everyone in the world except those of Shenxia has already become slaves of the Bloodkind.”

“Leave none alive. Restore clarity to heaven and earth.”

Killing intent surged into the sky as the Eagle Kingdom descended into catastrophe. Mountains crumbled, and the earth split apart.

When God-level powerhouses fought without restraint, even the world could be destroyed.

In recent days, over a hundred million lives had already been lost. Today’s battle claimed tens of millions more.

Their flesh and blood fed the crimson curtain hanging overhead, which in turn nourished Shirov and the others.

Shirov’s strength rose again.

Wielding the blood-colored law, he laughed maniacally, “Meng Anwen, you are no match for me! At last, I can trample you beneath my feet!”

Suppressed by Meng Anwen and company for an entire lifetime, Shirov’s buried resentment erupted in full.

Meng Anwen remained silent, searching for weakness.

Though Shirov looked formidable, Meng Anwen sensed the flaw—his grasp of the blood-colored law was shallow.

The power he could truly wield was limited.

Though level 97, his actual combat strength was only slightly above Meng Anwen’s.

Confidence rising, Meng Anwen struck, countless runes blazing into existence.

The Shenxia Tower expanded with a deafening roar, its majesty growing even greater.

Defense turned into offense, and Meng Anwen began suppressing Shirov.

…

In the Immemorial Battlefield, Antares watched with interest.

“This fellow’s understanding of formations is actually quite good.”

“It seems I underestimated him. He’s clever… perhaps he may have a chance to leave this world someday.”

“But compared to that brat, he’s still far behind.”

Lin Moyu was immersed in law comprehension, paying no attention to the affairs of the human race.

If something happened, Antares would call him.

Since he hadn’t, everything was under control.

With Antares present, there was nothing to worry about.

…

The battle raged for half a day.

Meng Anwen had fully gauged Shirov’s strength and was steadily gaining the upper hand.

Across the other fronts, with the level 96 high-tier God-level Ning Tairan and Ye Hao leading the charge, Shirov’s forces were steadily retreating.

Several God-level enemies had already fallen.

The battlefield spread farther and farther.

The Eagle Kingdom was utterly ruined. Cities lay in rubble, the earth split open, mountains collapsed, and rivers changed course.

The longer Shirov fought, the more disbelief filled him, “Impossible! Impossible! I am level 97, and you are only level 96! How can I lose to you?!”

Meng Anwen said nothing. He attacked relentlessly, allowing Shirov no opening.

Though he held the advantage and kept Shirov suppressed, killing him would not be easy.

Worse, Meng Anwen knew one thing clearly. If Shirov chose to flee, he could not stop him.

“I need a way to keep him from escaping.”

Meng Anwen’s thoughts drifted to Lin Moyu, “If Moyu were here… this would be no problem.”

Unnoticeably, Lin Moyu had grown to a height where even he had to look up to him.

He could face the Dragon Emperor head-on and kill high-tier Dragon Kings with ease.

Someone like Shirov was a trivial matter.

Shirov grew increasingly frenzied, his blood-colored law pushed to the brink.

But it was all meaningless; this was the inevitable price of power gained through artificial means.

Gradually, the urge to retreat crept into Shirov’s mind, “Meng Anwen, once I reach level 98, I’ll return to kill you!”

Meng Anwen’s heart sank, “He’s trying to run.”

He still hadn’t found a way to deal with Shirov.

Then a sharp black glow tore across the distance, arriving in an instant.

Like lightning, it slammed into Shirov, sending him flying over a thousand meters, and his blood-colored law shattered.

A horrific wound split from chest to waist, nearly splitting him in two.

Blood tinged with dark rained down, carrying a foul stench.

Yan Kuangsheng arrived, blade in hand, and struck again from afar.

Another black glow erupted.

Shirov shrieked, desperately raising his blood-colored law to defend himself.

But his soul had already been locked by the attack. Escape was impossible.

The black glow crashed into the blood-colored law with a thunderous boom, shattering it once more.

The residual blade glow ripped through his body, severing an arm that turned into shredded flesh in midair.

Shirov screamed, “Impossible! How could you be this strong?”

Yan Kuangsheng laughed wildly, “Whether I’m strong or not is none of your business!”

Slash after slash descended, reducing Shirov to a miserable state.

One strike split his body, another took an arm.

If not for his high-tier God-level vitality, he would have died already.

Once Yan Kuangsheng attacked, he never stopped until his enemy was dead. Unlike Meng Anwen’s steady approach, Yan Kuangsheng’s style was filled with madness.

That was why he was called Mad God and Madman Yan.

Watching this, Meng Anwen observed a brief moment of silence for Shirov.

He hadn’t expected Yan Kuangsheng to appear so suddenly, much less for his combat power to have grown so tremendously in just over a year.

“Ten-Direction Slaughter!” Yan Kuangsheng roared.

His law of murderous aura erupted, engulfing everything within a thousand-meter radius.

Shirov vanished inside the murderous aura, his screams echoing. Then, after several seconds, silence.

Yan Kuangsheng reached into the murderous aura and pulled out a head, Shirov’s head.

“I’m late.” Yan Kuangsheng said. It seemed he had missed quite a lot during this period of seclusion.

Meng Anwen smiled, “Good thing you’re here. The battle is almost over.”

With Shirov dead, his forces were left leaderless, and the pace of the battle accelerated instantly.

But just as Meng Anwen was about to relax, a massive face emerged within the blood curtain.

It was not human. Sharp fangs jutted from its maw.

The moment it appeared, Meng Anwen’s vigilance spiked.

“To think even a level 97 blood slave was killed by you.”

“You are impressive. Worthy of becoming my blood slaves.”

Its gaze settled on Meng Anwen and Yan Kuangsheng.

“Slave your ass!” Yan Kuangsheng roared and slashed, a ray of black murderous aura dispersing the massive blood-colored face.

A second later, it reformed elsewhere.

“Futile. I grant you five seconds to consider. After that, I will descend in person, and you will have no further chances.”

“Consider my ass!” Yan Kuangsheng answered with another surge of murderous aura.

Becoming a slave of the Bloodkind wasn’t something he’d ever consider.

As for Meng Anwen, it was even more out of the question.

“In that case, await your deaths.”

The massive blood-colored face laughed coldly, and the blood curtain began to churn violently.

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