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Chapter 341: Go Ahead and Kill Me · Oct 05, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: Three Months of Time 2026-10-05
302 Chapter 302: Divine Rank - The Peak of the World 2026-10-05
303 Chapter 303: Amara Moyer 2026-10-05
304 Chapter 304: A Map 2026-10-05
305 Chapter 305: A Foolʼs Dream 2026-10-05
306 Chapter 306: Bored 2026-10-05
307 Chapter 307: Replacing Slaughter with Infernal Energy 2026-10-05
308 Chapter 308: A Wailing Ghost 2026-10-05
309 Chapter 309: A Horrifying Scene 2026-10-05
310 Chapter 310: Darkness 2026-10-05
311 Chapter 311: A Song... 2026-10-05
312 Chapter 312: RUN! 2026-10-05
313 Chapter 313: Sinful Bone Frame 2026-10-05
314 Chapter 314: Hunting 2026-10-05
315 Chapter 315: Sealed 2026-10-05
316 Chapter 316: A Painful Process 2026-10-05
317 Chapter 317: Unholy Trinity Body 2026-10-05
318 Chapter 318: Manifestation 2026-10-05
319 Chapter 319: Wraith of the World 2026-10-05
320 Chapter 320: Seven Lightnings of Judgment 2026-10-05
321 Chapter 321: Vanished into nihility 2026-10-05
322 Chapter 322: Pressure Making Expert Rank KNEEL 2026-10-05
323 Chapter 323: Eating Away Fate 2026-10-05
324 Chapter 324: Deviant 2026-10-05
325 Chapter 325: Yin and Yang 2026-10-05
326 Chapter 326: Looking Forward 2026-10-05
327 Chapter 327: Meeting Envoy Lucas 2026-10-05
328 Chapter 328: Soul Search 2026-10-05
329 Chapter 329: Eleven Layers of Infernal Demon Tattoo 2026-10-05
330 Chapter 330: Half an year... 2026-10-05
331 Chapter 331: Safe Zone 2026-10-05
332 Chapter 332: Infernal Storm 2026-10-05
333 Chapter 333: Meeting Others 2026-10-05
334 Chapter 334: True Mourning Depths 2026-10-05
335 Chapter 335: Max Taking the Lead 2026-10-05
336 Chapter 336: Soul Mark 2026-10-05
337 Chapter 337: A Dragon? 2026-10-05
338 Chapter 338: A Dragonʼs Assistance 2026-10-05
339 Chapter 339: Meeting with leaders 2026-10-05
340 Chapter 340: 340. Greed and Rage 2026-10-05
341 Chapter 341: Go Ahead and Kill Me 2026-10-05
342 Chapter 342: Pity 2026-10-05
343 Chapter 343: Moving Forward 2026-10-05
344 Chapter 344: Sword and the Altar 2026-10-05
345 Chapter 345: Mark Vendor 2026-10-05
346 Chapter 346: A Showdown 2026-10-05
347 Chapter 347: A Conspiracy 2026-10-05
348 Chapter 348: Twelve Layer Infernal Demon Tattoo 2026-10-05
349 Chapter 349: My Soul is sealed here 2026-10-05
350 Chapter 350: Evil Sword 2026-10-05

Chapter 341: Go Ahead and Kill Me

”You want to kill me, right?”

Maxʼs voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Cold. Sharp. Final.

He stood there, surrounded on all sides by the leaders of the Valora Continent—men and women hailed as paragons, as pillars of power.

But his eyes held no fear.

Only fury.

”Go ahead.”

He spread his arms ever so slightly, as if welcoming their blades.

”Do it.”

The stillness that followed was suffocating.

”Iʼll die if I have to,” Max said, his tone low and unwavering, ”but I promise you this—”

His eyes burned with savage determination.

”If I go down… every single genius here dies with me.”

His words landed like a thunderclap.

Gasps echoed around the clearing. Some of the leaders staggered back in disbelief, as if struck by a force they couldnʼt comprehend.

They hadnʼt expected this.

They hadnʼt expected him.

Not like this.

”A Yellow Soul…” King Magnar murmured under his breath, his face darkened with unease.

The soul pressure emanating from Max wasnʼt just powerful—it was violent, suffocating, unstoppable. It clung to the world like chains of divine will.

And as Magnar turned his eyes to the younger generation behind Max… his heart twisted.

Crown Prince Aelric—his own son—was kneeling, body trembling violently under the weight of Maxʼs spiritual force.

His breath had quickened into frantic gasps, sweat pouring down his face as if he were standing in a furnace. His mind was fraying—cracking under the pressure.

Any more… and he might snap entirely.

Magnar clenched his fists.

”Stop, Max!” he roared, his voice echoing with the full might of a king.

Max turned his head slowly, eyes locking onto Magnar.

”Stop?” he asked, voice dripping with venom.

”So you can kill me afterward?”

”So you can dig through my corpse and snatch my secrets like vultures?”

He sneered, the rage in his expression raw and unfiltered.

”You call yourselves leaders… visionaries… pillars of the continent.”

”But all I see are parasites in silk robes.”

His voice began to rise, trembling with fury.

”You plotted against me like cowards.”

”You watched your sons and daughters suffer and said nothing.”

”And now you want mercy?”

He raised a hand—black flame dancing along his fingertips.

”If this is the future of the Valora Continent…”

His gaze swept across the fallen geniuses, many still twitching beneath the soul pressure.

”…then maybe itʼs better if that future burns.”

The leaders froze.

Max wasnʼt bluffing.

He had the power. The will. The fury.

He wanted to do it.

He wanted to kill them. All of them.

The geniuses, the leaders, anyone who had stood silently while a noose was being tied around his neck.

He wanted blood to calm the inferno in his heart—rage that surged like a tidal wave, unrelenting, howling for vengeance.

And that desire burned brighter when his eyes landed on Azula.

He took a step forward, his gaze locked onto hers.

”You,” Max spat, voice ice-cold and shaking with fury. ”You bitch… this was all your idea, wasnʼt it?”

Before she could answer, Max turned away from her, his feet carrying him steadily toward the back of the crowd—toward a crumpled figure lying in the dirt.

Veylin.

Azulaʼs son.

Young Monarchʼs son.

The arrogant prince of the Valora Continent.

Now collapsed, helpless.

Foam at his lips. Eyes blank. Face pale as death.

Max stood over him like a shadow, then reached down—fist curling into the boyʼs hair—and yanked his head up.

Veylinʼs body didnʼt even resist.

”You—what are you doing?!”

Azulaʼs voice cracked through the air, louder now.

Not out of fear for herself.

But for him.

Her son.

Max sneered, fire flickering in his gaze.

”What am I doing?” he echoed mockingly. ”Iʼm going to kill him.”

Azulaʼs expression twisted, and her aura erupted—sharp, suffocating, furious.

”If you dare harm even a single strand of his hair, I swear—” her voice dropped into a snarl, ”—I will flay the skin from your body and grind your bones into powder while you still breathe.”

Max didnʼt flinch.

He just shrugged, almost casually.

”And thatʼs exactly what I want.”

His voice turned low and menacing.

”Veylinʼs the only one I can kill right now.”

He leaned slightly, tightening his grip on the unconscious youthʼs scalp.

”If I kill him, youʼll lose your mind, I know you will.”

”Youʼll come at me with everything youʼve got.”

His eyes swept across the circle of leaders.

”And I wonder… will the rest of you just watch Azula kill me?”

He chuckled darkly.

”What if in panic of her killing me... Then I might hastily unleash my yellow soul on the geniuses while I die?”

A shiver ran through the group.

Maxʼs yellow soul had already nearly broken their heirs and disciples with just a fraction of its pressure.

If he were to explode that power in his final moments…

The consequences would be catastrophic.

”Imagine it,” Max whispered, almost gently.

”A yellow soul ripping through dozens of red souls... What do you think would be left of your prodigies?”

A sick silence descended.

Even Azula, still trembling with rage, hesitated.

King Magnarʼs jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break.

He hadnʼt expected this. Not this level of madness. Not this level of control.

And most of all—he hadnʼt expected to regret staying silent when Max was first surrounded.

Now he did.

Deeply.

”Max.”

His voice was low, calm, almost pleading now.

”Stop this. We can come to terms. Thereʼs still room for reason.”

Max slowly turned to face him.

His expression… was bitter. Ruthless. Hollowed by betrayal.

”Now you want to talk?”

He laughed once—short and joyless.

”When I was being surrounded like a criminal, you said nothing.”

His eyes burned like coals.

”When they wanted to soul search me, kill me, butcher me for my secrets—you stood there and did. Absolutely. Nothing.”

He stepped forward, dragging Veylinʼs limp body with him.

”And now that youʼve seen what Iʼm capable of—now you want peace?”

He spat on the ground.

”There are no ʼgood thingsʼ in this world, King Magnar. Just people like you.”

”People who close their eyes when itʼs convenient…”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

”…and beg for mercy when the blade turns their way.”

With those final, bitter words still echoing in the air—

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