novelraw Chapter 680 - 680 672 The Fist is the Only Short Cut to
Chapter 680 - 680 672 The Fist is the Only Short Cut to
Chapter 680: Chapter 672: The Fist is the Only Short Cut to Solve Problems Chapter 680: Chapter 672: The Fist is the Only Short Cut to Solve Problems “Your Majesty, do not make a mistake!” Seeing Muria about to take action, a solemnly faced Red-clothed Grand Archbishop spoke. They did not wish to offend Muria, but that did not mean they feared him. In matters of faith, they were unwilling to give an inch.
“Don’t make a mistake? Surely I should be the one saying that.” Muria’s patience had reached its limit. Clearly, a fist was the ultimate solution to problems. It would take showing these people his formidable strength to make them sit down and negotiate.
The mountainous Golden Giant Dragon stretched out its claws towards the ten Red-clothed Grand Archbishops. Thunder descended from the sky, striking towards these seemingly insignificant humans compared to the dragon’s claw.
At the sight of ten shimmering screens exhibiting various sacred auras taking shape in front of his claw, Muria’s expression remained unchanged as he continued to press down. The massive force, unstoppable as a trodden foot, quickly crushed the first layer of defense, then the second…
When he had shattered the seventh layer, his force was suppressed, unable to continue breaking through. Behind this defense, new light screens continued to form. These people appeared to be throwing around their divine art as if it cost them nothing.
“Your Majesty, are you sure you want to be enemies with us? We really do not want a conflict with you.”
“Not enemies, I just want you to all clear your heads and have a proper talk with me.” They did not want to clash with Muria, and Muria did not want to fall out with them, but a conflict of interests had arisen between them.
“Golden Dragon, step aside. Honorable bishops, don’t rush. We’re coming to help you.” Just as these bishops were enduring Muria’s attack, the remaining legends of the Northland also began to make their move. Their voices were deafeningly loud, but their attacks were only visible once they had sounded off.
“Pests, scurry off to the side and don’t interfere.” Muria opened his mouth, a crimson-gold light dot appeared in his dragon mouth, rapidly expanding, then focused on several particularly enthusiastic Northland dukes.
Boom! Space trembled, the legend nearest to Muria felt his body quivering. In Muria’s mouth, a crimson-gold light pillar shot out, piercing the sky dome. Under Muria’s breath, the already dim sky seemed extremely dark in comparison.
The Dragon Roar Cannon that Muria unleashed did not require any buildup and just one casual strike left three of the Northland legends severely wounded. Merely in the instance of contact, the body flesh of the three struck legends was instantly vaporized and annihilated. Their armor offered virtually no protection, it was almost immediately destroyed along with them, melting into metal bars.
The terrifying power made the Northland legends turn pale. Just as they hesitated over whether they should continue to involve themselves, Clodia, leading the Ancient White Dragons and the legends under Muria’s command, charged up to engage them in intense battle.
Seeing that Muria did not want to fight them to the death, Clodia chose not to use her White Dragon Legion, or boost her own strength using Army Strength. Otherwise, she alone as a dragon, would have been enough to beat half of the Northland.
However, the immense power of Muria’s Dragon Roar Cannon also hardened the resolve of the some hesitant Red-clothed Grand Archbishops. The damage by the Dragon Cannon was appalling, anyone who took a close hit probably wouldn’t even have a chance to ascend to the Divine Kingdom.
“Divine Punishment!”
“Heaven’s Hammer!”
“Holy Glory Barrier!”
One after another powerful Divine Art Attacks fell on Muria. These people struck first, but Muria was not afraid. With his long and strong Dragon Tail, he swept aside a massive hammer made of condensed holy light that was falling from the sky, turning it into a brilliant brilliance. His enormous Dragon Claw reached out, shattering a rain of light…
These Red-clothed Grand Archbishops could not inflict any effective damage on Muria. At most, they could only make Muria feel a certain numbness in his body, and that’s all. They had to be very cautious to face every attack from Muria.
“You are not my opponents, surrender obediently and let me beat you up.” Muria’s vast Dragon Body was hovering in the sky, endless thunderfire spreading from his body, forming a domain.
Muria had fought with many powerful creatures possessing domains, especially with his uncle-in-law. He had long thought of establishing a domain but it was not perfect until recently, when he fought with the Avatar of the Dragon Hunter, he finally had a new understanding, and he created his own Thunderfire Hurricane Purgatory.
Thunder, fire, and hurricane filled every corner of this space, suppressing all other creatures except him. The Red-clothed Grand Archbishops had to withstand attacks from all sides and were rushing off their feet.
Boom! Muria’s claw hit a Red-clothed Grand Archbishop next to him who had established a Nine-layer Sacred Barrier. The nine layers of barrier shattered like eggshells the moment they touched Muria’s Dragon Claw, and Muria’s claw also touched the body of the Red-clothed Grand Archbishop.
Boom! The Red-clothed Grand Archbishop in contact with Muria’s Dragon Claw seemed to pause momentarily in the air before being swiftly struck out of Muria’s domain, crashing into the earth, stirring up a tiny mushroom cloud.
This Red-clothed Archbishop was not alone. As he fell to the ground, his companions were also hit one by one by Muria out of the Domain and had an intimate contact with the ground.
But soon, they were met with despair, as ten long chains stretched out from within the domain Muria had set up. Despite their struggles, they were forcefully pulled back in.
Then, they were again hit out by Muria’s dragon claw, then pulled back in… hit out again… pulled in… hit out again… Fortunately, they were legends. Otherwise, with Muria’s torment, they would have long been killed.
“Your Majesty, please stop!” Finally, an old man with white hair could no longer endure. Repeated intimate contacts with the ground, he felt as if he was going to be beaten to death by Muria sooner or later, the regenerative abilities of a legend also had their limits.
“Can we finally have a decent talk now?” Muria had the Red-clothed Grand Archbishops, who had been beaten to the ground countless times by him, lined up in front of him, and he lowered his enormous Dragon Head to ask.
“The gods will not allow a white dragon to rule over the humans in the Northlands again. It has been hundreds of thousands of years since such a thing has happened.”
“So, are you implying that I should kill all the humans in the Northlands? There are indeed many intelligent species that could replace humans, but would that really be okay?” Muria asked curiously.