Chapter 367 Peak Of Prideful Destruction

"Attack him with full force!"

All five of them unleashed their most powerful single-target skills!

A swirling green orb attached to a thin dark yellow needle!

A demonic-looking spear with a beastly mirage projected over it from the spear's own aura!

A bubble-like blue orb with purple lightning crackling in it!

A cannon projection with black snowflakes manifesting that unleashed a cannonball of pure frigid destruction!

And the attack was an array of golden swords with a sharp aura!

However, none of those attacks fazed Arkhen as he indifferently uttered, "Futile."

A white shrine with a golden idol appeared beside Arkhen, Oblivion Shrine!

A faint space ripple surrounded Arkhen right before those five attacks neared him!

In the next second, the hopeful expressions of those five powerhouses transformed as their eyes showed pits of despair!

All of those five attacks simply vanished without so much as to even move Arkhen's hair strand!

At the same time, the five chakrams in front of Arkhen lit up in Nightmare Blood Flame as Arkhen imprinted another order.

Order of Extreme Compression!

All of that happened in one second. From the moment Arkhen used Oblivion Shrine to when those five attacks vanished.

"Are you ready to scatter away?"

The eyes of those five powerhouses trembled as their gaze regained focus and looked at Arkhen.

And then, seeing those five chakrams in front of Arkhen, numbers started manifesting as their power-measuring device activated.

830,500 Offence Power!

"Let me go… I-I beg you."

Lokan Empire's emperor spoke as his knees bent and he begged for his life.

There was no escaping death if Arkhen released those five chakrams.

The other four powerhouses didn't move or say anything. They waited for Arkhen's response to Lokan Emptor's begging.

"Let you go?" Arkhen raised his eyebrows. "Fool's talk."

"Do you think I will go back on my own words just to let you live?"

Hearing those words that felt like they were ants in front of Arkhen, all five of them felt anger and humiliation.

"I will do anything you say! J-Just don't kill me, I beg you."

Lokan Emperor smacked his head on the ground as he begged once again.

"The moment you decided to go against me, your lives lost their value," Arkhen plainly said as he slightly waved his palm, causing those five chakrams to move.

And they did move at blinding speed, swimming through space as if the space itself helped them.

In less than a second, those five chakrams penetrated the chests of those five powerhouses before coming out of the other side.

And that's it.

The horizon-severing phenomenon of the skill activated as all five powerhouses rapidly shrank into a tiny bead before vanishing altogether!

The horizon around them was severed and banished…along with their lives!

There was not a single soul left in this area, but Arkhen noticed something far away.

'A floating crystal that looks like a mirage crystal? Whatever.'

Arkhen also disappeared after five seconds as he entered Mystic Wonderland.

Meanwhile, alarming news started spreading through the inner layer.

After all, leaders of almost all organizations and forces died on this day.

And on this day, a new terror's name starts spreading in the 2nd realm.

…

Outer layer…

Inside a fancy bar, a handsome demonic vampire with silver hair was drinking wine with a beautiful human girl, his wife.

At another table, a middle-aged man saw his friend arriving.

After his friend sat at a table, the middle-aged man grinned and said, "I bet you haven't heard of this shocking news."

"What news?"

"The piece of hot news is that… almost all of inner layer's organization's and empire's leaders died, including the leaders of big seven."

"What?!"

"Haha, don't tell me you don't believe it because there are plenty of proofs once you enter the inner layer."

"But how? How come all of them died? Don't tell me it's because of that inheritance site?"

"It's indeed related to that. But all of them were killed by a single man, and I heard that his power base is 4th ring. Meh, I don't believe it, though."

"Fuck you. I don't even believe that a single man killed them all, let alone that man being a 4th ring powerhouse."

"It's true. His name and public made title are also spreading fast, haha."

"Oh?"

"Peak of Prideful Destruction, Arkhen."

Hearing the name, the demonic vampire's eyes glinted.

"Arkhen? Azriel, could it be…" the girl said as she looked at her husband.

Azriel grinned and then started laughing, "It's definitely him! Haha, it's been a while since I met him."

…

Inside Mystic Wonderland, everyone gathered outside the Skill pavilion's ground.

"What is he doing?" Sherly whispered to Sierra, who was standing beside her.

"No idea," Sierra shrugged with a wry smile as she also didn't know.

Arkhen was standing in front of a throne he had created and had been observing it for the last two minutes.

"Ahem, Arkhen…what are you doing?" Luna asked with a fake cough.

Arkhen stretched his hand back with his index finger open and shook it left and right, "Silence, everyone."

"Arkhen's disposition changed again. That's why he is behaving this way," Meya whispered.

"I think he is going through a prideful disposition," Zoe whispered.

"Yeah. The way he talked outside, pride was oozing out of his every word," Meya softly snickered while grinning.

Arkhen nodded his head as he waved his hand and transformed his throne.

It became bigger with dark gold playings and patterns.

The material of the throne also changed as it became a shining crystal-like material.

A soft and suitable cushion matching the throne's design also appeared on its seat, along with exquisite clothing coating over the throne with golden, brown, and black embroidery designs.

Arkhen sat on the throne after it finished transformation and looked at everyone with a faint smile, "Now, show me what you all got."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that I want you all to create a skill of at least SSS rank and then combine it with the other two of your skills using the function of his skill pavilion."

After resting his chin on his right hand that rested on the throne's handrest, Arkhen pulled his legs onto the throne and leaned at the side on his throne's seat.

"Start training, for I will personally give you pointers."