114: Chapter 114 Challenging Beirut?

On the edge of Qingya Prefecture.

Deep within a desolate canyon.

Allen rubbed his temples, a look of helplessness flashing across his face.

Challenge a Great Perfection expert?

This was not a simple matter.

Bayer?

He was a total madman, with unfathomable strength.

Magnus?

That scum from the Divine Realm of Light; going to challenge him would be asking for trouble.

The most critical thing is.

Every Great Perfection expert is arrogant.

If you, someone who hasn't reached Great Perfection, go and provoke them.

What if you piss them off, and they use their Willpower to kill you?

Although his main body's Physical Body had reached the level of a sovereign artifact.

But the physical attacks of a Great Perfection expert combined with Willpower would be fatal if he tried to tank them head-on.

Not to mention those impossible-to-guard-against Soul attacks from a Great Perfection expert.

"Looking for a fight, yet having to worry about being accidentally killed by the opponent."

"There is no justice in this world."

Allen curled his lips.

Suddenly.

A hunched yet majestic figure flashed through his mind.

Black robes, a small mustache, and always smiling.

Beirut!

How could he have forgotten this old fox!

Beirut is a Wind-style Sovereign.

He still had a Dark God Clone serving as the Prefecture Lord in Youlan Prefecture of the Bloodridge Continent in Hell.

A Sovereign's Clone.

That is an extremely special existence.

Although it lacked the enhancement of a Sovereign Spark.

But Beirut's Dark God Clone had also obtained 0.8 portions of Willpower!

These 0.8 portions of Willpower.

Were enough to allow Beirut's Dark God Clone to possess terrifying combat power comparable to a Great Perfection expert.

"Right!"

"Going to challenge Beirut is simply perfect."

Allen slapped his thigh and stood up.

First, the strength is equal.

A Dark God Clone with 0.8 portions of Willpower would definitely be able to bring him a lethal sense of oppression.

Second, safety is guaranteed.

Allen was born in Yulan Continent and was an old acquaintance of Beirut.

Even if the fight got heated.

This old guy would definitely not kill him.

This isn't looking for a life-or-death fight.

This is clearly looking for a gold-medal sparring partner who is free, teaches, and won't kill him!

With his mind made up.

Allen did not hesitate any longer.

He walked out of the stuffy cave and stretched, facing the biting cold wind outside the canyon.

He reached back and swiped his space ring.

A streamlined, sword-shaped metallic lifeform appeared out of thin air.

The dark golden metallic shell flickered with a cold luster in the dim light.

The hatch opened.

Allen leaped inside.

The luxurious interior of the metallic lifeform came into view.

Spacious hall, soft fur sofas, and even a bar for mixing fine wine.

However, Allen was in no mood to enjoy these now.

He walked straight to the control console.

Divine Power surged out, instantly pouring into the core hub of the metallic lifeform.

"Destination, Bloodridge Continent, Youlan Prefecture!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar.

The sword-shaped metallic lifeform turned into a stream of dark golden light, instantly tearing through the sky.

That terrifying explosive power.

Left a visible sonic boom cloud in place.

The canyon below collapsed under this recoil force.

The goal is clear.

Next is the long journey.

How vast is the territory of Hell.

Crossing from Muya Continent across the Starry Fog Sea to Bloodridge Continent.

Even when riding the top-tier metallic lifeform.

For an average Highgod, this is a journey where one could lose their life at any moment.

But Allen didn't care.

He held a glass of crimson fruit wine, leaning comfortably on the sofa.

Through the transparent crystal porthole.

Watching the boundless Starry Fog Sea below, rolling with thick mist.

Starry Fog Sea.

One of the five great seas of Hell.

Countless terrifying bandit groups and underwater giant beasts lurked here.

In the third year of the journey.

A super-large bandit group led by three Seven-Star Fiends and composed of tens of thousands of Highgods targeted him.

The situation was extremely arrogant at the time.

Tens of thousands of Divine Power attacks smashed toward the sword-shaped metallic lifeform, covering the sky.

Allen didn't even lift an eyelid.

His Fire God Clone stepped out of the hatch.

He didn't use any special moves, just a simple elemental burst.

The water vapor within a hundred miles was instantly evaporated into nothingness.

The terrifying high temperature directly burned the three Seven-Star Fiends and their tens of thousands of subordinates into ashes.

They didn't even have time to scream.

After this battle.

Allen simply released his terrifying aura, unique to a Peak Asura, without reservation.

The aura, like a tangible storm, surrounded the metallic lifeform.

This move was indeed useful.

In the following decades.

No other blind bandit group dared to approach this dark golden sword-shaped spaceship.

Even those irritable Divine Beasts on the seabed.

After sensing this aura, they all dived into the deep seabed and played dead, like mice seeing a cat.

On the way.

Allen also saw the famous Miluo Island of Hell.

The huge island was like a giant beast dormant on the sea surface.

The bustling port was filled with countless God-level Experts.

Allen swirled the wine glass in his hand.

Wonder if that kid Linley is still on the island?

However.

This has nothing to do with Allen.

Everyone has their own path to walk.

Now, Allen only has eyes for that supreme Great Perfection Realm.

More than thirty years of time quietly passed in this boring flight.

Inside the metallic lifeform.

Allen's main body kept his eyes closed, silently deducing the Laws of Life.

Although progress was slow.

But even a mosquito's leg is meat.

As for the last 1% of the Fire God Clone.

He didn't even touch it.

Forcibly fusing without pressure would only make his thoughts more chaotic.

"Rumble—"

The mist in front gradually thinned.

A vast dark red land appeared at the end of the horizon.

The boundless blood-colored soil emitted a nauseating bloody smell.

Bloodridge Continent has arrived.

Allen opened his eyes.

A flash of irrepressible excitement crossed the depths of his eyes.

Haven't fought in over thirty years, his bones were almost rusted.

He retracted the metallic lifeform, and his whole body, like a meteorite, smashed onto the hard frozen soil of Bloodridge Continent.

A Physical Body at the level of a sovereign artifact.

Just the impact force of free fall.

Smashed the ground into a bottomless giant pit.

The surrounding small hills were directly shattered into powder.

Allen leaped into the air from the bottom of the pit.

He casually grabbed a passing unlucky Midgod and forced him to reveal the location of Youlan Prefecture.

Then he turned into a crimson stream of light and continued to speed away.

Youlan Prefecture.

As one of the core prefectures of Bloodridge Continent.

The prosperity here is not inferior to Tianning Prefecture of Muya Continent.

And in the very center of Youlan Prefecture stood a magnificent mansion made entirely of obsidian—the Youlan Prefecture Lord's Castle.

The castle was heavily guarded.

Hundreds of prefecture soldiers, clad in black standard armor, patrolled back and forth.

These prefecture soldiers were at least at the level of a Six-Star Fiend.

Looking at the whole of Hell, this is a terrifying force that cannot be ignored.

Arriving at the outskirts of the castle.

Looking at this building that exuded a strict atmosphere.

A thick Battle Intent appeared in Allen's eyes.

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