Malcador didn't expect Muria to attack without warning. Caught off guard, his body was sent flying, as he had suppressed his power to avoid trouble with the Titans, maintaining only a second-tier legendary strength.
Under Muria's force, the body, recently repaired and strengthened with divine power, became a streak of light smashing through everything in its path—whether mountains of ice or buildings, reducing them to dust. A long, seemingly endless trench appeared before Muria, with molten crystals forming on its surface from the heat.
"Clearly," Muria mused, flexing the claw that had sent the god's avatar flying, and looking at the trench stretching before him. "Your power is far from sufficient. You need to increase it."
Muria noticed that the god had deliberately limited his power to Muria's level, ensuring that even if he was beaten, the Titans would have no grounds to intervene.
A massive surge of golden energy erupted from the distance, swirling the clouds and halting the snowfall. An imposing aura spread across the region, making the dragon hunters Muria had toyed with for so long tremble with fear, yet their eyes gleamed with hope—they were saved.
"Will you not use your Titan bloodline power against me? You should know what kind of power I wield," a voice, full of anger, echoed across the land.
Muria scratched his chin, sparks flying. He thought the god was quite pretentious to speak like that in front of him.
"I've noticed you talk too much." Muria's enormous dragon form, initially standing still, suddenly shot forward like a rainbow towards Malcador's avatar, who had stood far away. At this point, Muria's body itself was his greatest weapon, especially clad in legendary armor.
"Insolence! You dare underestimate me? I am the Dragon Hunter!" Malcador's avatar, seeing Muria charge at him with his body, flicked his spear, causing visible ripples to spread out from its tip.
As Muria approached within a kilometer, he felt his body suddenly heavy, and his external mental faculties seemed to blur, as if a veil had covered them. Everything around him seemed to come alive, filled with malice towards him.
"This is my Dragon Hunting Domain, reduced to the legendary level, but it should be enough for a mere second-tier legendary dragon," Malcador thought. Although this dragon was somewhat special, his power level meant he was naturally at a disadvantage.
However, Muria's accumulated momentum from his charge was so great that even the divine law suppression couldn't erase it. His massive body crashed into the avatar of the Dragon Hunter.
The ground shook, a mushroom cloud rose from the impact, and the domain Malcador had set up instantly collapsed. Muria felt the suppression on his body and soul lift.
"I've told you repeatedly, your power is insufficient. You should have increased it. Now you've reaped the consequences," Muria lamented mockingly. "Why put on airs in front of me?"
"Hybrid!" A voice, full of gritted teeth, echoed from under Muria's claw, making him pause. "You're still alive? I thought I'd smashed you to bits. You're tough—just like a god, hard to kill!"
Muria lifted his claw and stepped back, revealing a writhing mass of golden flesh at the bottom of the pit. Despite its grotesque appearance, it exuded a sacred and awe-inspiring aura, emitting a power that startled Muria.
But this steadily rising power didn't instill any fear in Muria's eyes; rather, he seemed almost excited. He knew someone must be watching him, and if this divine avatar used more power than Muria could handle, the consequences would be severe.
"Do you know the consequences of blaspheming a god?" Under the influence of divine power, the mangled flesh quickly regenerated, forming into a towering, three-meter-tall humanoid figure. The muscles on this form were perfectly proportioned, an ideal human physique as per Malcador's understanding of perfection.
"What are the consequences of blaspheming a god?" Muria asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I've blasphemed more than a few gods, but none have shown me the consequences. Can you?"
"You are the most arrogant legend I have ever seen since becoming a god." Continual humiliation and having his avatar beaten into pulp by Muria made the Dragon Hunter lose his composure, considering using greater power.
But then, the real Malcador, seated in his divine realm, suddenly looked up, startled. He sensed a terrifying presence watching him—a vast, majestic, seemingly infinite force. In his mind, he saw an ocean of golden lightning.
Seeing this vision, Malcador fell silent, his face darkening. He immediately ceased channeling divine power into his avatar below.
In the ruined city below, Muria watched in surprise as the god's avatar, whose aura had been steadily rising, suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, the aura quickly diminishing to its previous level.
Muria looked up at the sky, smacking his lips. He guessed why the avatar had suddenly changed.
"You poor thing!" Muria said, grinning at the silent Malcador before lunging at him. A god's avatar of the same level as himself was a rare opportunity for sharpening his skills...
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