Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 170: Lord Creator (3)

Book 7: Chapter 170: Lord Creator (3)

On the highest plane of the Golden Flame Mystical World, a skeleton wearing robes of gold-red sat slumped on a throne with a crown seemingly about to fall from its head.

Before it, there was a sea of fire the likes of which even a dao formation expert couldn’t withstand. The entire throne room was akin to the lowest plane of hell.

It was at that moment that sparkling blue flames lit in the skeleton’s eyes, flashing with a murderous intent.

‘To think I’d lose connection with a sky castle after so many years… Hohoho…’

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The roar of an enraged Tiger shook the dark valley. Shere stood tall, her once sleek fur glistening with patches of pungent blood.

Her slaughter qi had reached a peak it never had before. She simply had never been so angry.

“Cowards!” Her roar seemed to say, aimed toward the still hiding rulers of this Demonic Gorge. Because of them, she had been incapacitated for weeks and her brother and sisters were forced to cover for her. She hated that feeling.

The claws on her hands enlarged, glistening with a red light as she pounced across the swarm of demon beasts, unleashing her all out rage.

Everywhere she went, creatures of the night shivered in terror, unable to withstand Shere’s growing slaughter heart.

To the enraged white tiger’s back, three celestial beasts lay gasping for breath. After almost a year, to say they were just tired was a severe understatement. Even their inner organs seemed to ache with an endless and unquenchable fatigue.

In such a large group, Shere’s dominance could be seen. She had the most potent attacking power of the four of them as she was a beast forged for battle, and she showed it.

The pain of the past few months didn’t seem to register for her. Under Biibi’s continued support, she felt that her stamina was endless.

It was at that moment that a tiger almost twice Shere’s size met her roar. It leaped out with a ferocity, blazing in a blue and black demonic flame. Beneath the flame, the hardened black fur of its body could be seen, rippling with a deadly power.

Their battle lasted for weeks. Shere, who had only just broken into the 3^rd celestial realm actually held her own against a high celestial transcendent beast, venting her rage thoroughly.

Unbeknownst to her, she had triggered a unique bloodline ability of the celestial tiger.

Celestial Beast bloodline abilities came into two forms. The first were ones that they shared together, whether that be avoiding tribulations or flying before the essence gathering realm or allowing the formation of pills that would otherwise not work.

However, the second form was very near and dear. These were their sub-species abilities.

Shere was the last of the four to awaken hers, but at the ninth hour, under the pressure provided by her opponent, she burst through with the ferocity only a celestial tiger could match.

“This is the place you die, cub!” From the shadows, the Demon Tiger King erupted in a blaze of fire, clawing toward Shere’s head.

All this time, his clansman had been suppressed by Shere’s bloodline. It was for this exact reason that Shere had held out for long. But, the moment she awakened this new bloodline ability, her opponent faced death’s door almost immediately!

A tiger who should have been on her last legs suddenly blasted forth with a new vigor, enlarging her size by 50% as her speed skyrocketed to a new height. How could the King still remain silent even at this point?

However, that was when hell on earth descended from the skies. Meteoric spears of gold and red showered the beasts from above. A God amongst men stood in the skies, looking down with an expression of disgust and disdain. His lives were in his hands and he had no intention of giving up such control.

There was an enraged look on this God’s features. It was as though the demonic tigers were his mortal enemies.

The Demon Tiger King roared in anger. If his strength wasn’t sealed, when would he ever had trouble with such an ant?!

In the distance, a group of Sapientia Guild disciples shook in fear, watching the God descend from the skies. The sounds of gulping filled their general vicinity as cold sweats matted their backs.

“Even for a True God… This is too much, isn’t it?… He isn’t even a celestial yet… Senior Sister, we just have to admit that we were wrong and leave this be. He’s clearly out of our league.”

The senior sister this disciple referred to was none other than the black robed disciple in-name of the beast guild’s head.

“He’s not infallible. Isn’t that his wife, injured in his arms? If he was so perfect, how did that happen?”

The disciples who followed her here looked at this woman like she was crazy. Only a person completely blinded by greed would say something so absolutely stupid. Madeleine was a celestial False True God! Shouldn’t you be wondering what could hurt her, yet be completely unable to harm him?!

“Senior sister, you’ve lost yourself to greed. We can’t follow you anymore. They might not even be descendants of celestial beasts as you say!”

“We just have to wait! The Demon Tiger King is no push over. As long as True God Sacharro is injured, we’ll have our chance.”

“Or…” A voice akin to a Demon Emperor filled their ears as a blood red array began to form before them. “…You can just die now.”

Shock colored the faces of the crouching disciples. Their senior sister barely had time to form a face of regret before her head was splintered in half by an intricately patterned ruby spear… Her last vision was of a bloody sea, filled with the repenting hands of white skeletons…