King of Slaughter, Cesar

Bolan had no idea what happened afterward, but he knew he definitely could not remain in the Magical Beast Mountain Range now. I have to find Linley quickly and get him out of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Even though Bolan was now the strongest beneath the God-level, that was still only beneath the God-level. There was a fundamental difference between the God-level and the Saint-level—or rather, they were not even in the same Dimension. A God-level expert could immobilize him with a single Divine Domain and leave him at their mercy.

By the time he caught up with Linley and the others, an hour had already passed. Linley was currently examining the divine sword Purple Blood, which he had just obtained and had yet to properly admire.

"Big Brother, you finally came out. I was so worried about you. You didn't run into any danger, did you?" The moment Linley saw Bolan, he smiled in relief and hurriedly asked.

"On this continent, apart from the handful of people who remain, no one at the Saint-level can threaten me anymore!" Bolan said with a confident smile.

"Does that divine sword feel comfortable to use?" Bolan asked.

"It feels perfect! With such a light and sharp divine sword, I wouldn't be afraid even if I faced tens of millions of enemies!" Linley said happily upon hearing Bolan's question.

"Then leave the Magical Beast Mountain Range soon and continue cultivating toward the O'Brien Empire," Bolan said.

"Big Brother, aren't you coming with me?" Linley asked in confusion.

"I still have some matters to handle elsewhere. Besides, your strength is no longer weak, and you have Bebe and the Saint-level Sadius by your side. That's enough to protect yourselves. Following you would only delay your growth," Bolan explained.

"Mm, I understand. I'll leave immediately." With that, Linley called for Bebe and Sadius and prepared to depart from the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Bolan watched as Linley gradually vanished into the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range. I should head back early and prepare to take advantage of the chaos—pah, I mean, rob the rich to help the poor. The Radiant Church is very wealthy, after all! After saying that, Bolan warily glanced toward Mist Valley. He could sense a suffocating pressure from there. If nothing unexpected had happened, the owner of that pressure was the divine beast Suanni, Dilin, also known as the Heaven-Swallowing Beast. He was no minor figure—far stronger than the likes of the War God!

He then concealed his aura and flew toward the Fenlai Kingdom. He was preparing to begin his hunt.

Bolan flew directly back to the capital of the Fenlai Kingdom, found an inn, and settled in to wait for Dilin's army of magical beasts to break the Radiant Church's protective formation.

He waited for two months. During those two months, Bolan lived rather comfortably, cultivating every day and comprehending the laws in hopes of becoming a god as soon as possible. Still, the time was too short for him to make any clear progress.

One day, while cultivating in his room, Bolan suddenly overheard people discussing the continent's second-youngest seventh-rank magus, who was also a master stone sculptor. Bolan immediately remembered that they were talking about Linley. Looks like Linley still returned to the Ernst Institute. Bolan rubbed his head with a headache.

He had thoroughly offended the Radiant Church by now, yet Linley had suddenly appeared at the Radiant Church's headquarters and caused such a huge commotion. Anyone could tell that Linley was in great danger right now.

"Ah, there goes my peaceful life!" Bolan said with a sigh. He then flew straight out through the window. The ordinary people on the street merely felt a cool breeze pass by, unaware that one of the continent's top ten experts had just passed right beside them.

Bolan remained hidden at Linley's side, silently protecting him. Even Linley did not know that his brother was by his side every day, protecting him.

April 21, Year 9999 of the Yulan Calendar, inside the professional auction hall of Proulx Gallery.

The auction hall had three floors, reserved respectively for ordinary people, wealthy magnates, and only the continent's top-ranking clans on the third floor.

This was his younger brother Linley's auction item, so he could be considered here to lend support. After all, none of the people present today were simple. Wusennuo of the Radiant Church had appeared in person. He had probably already discovered Linley's connection to him. After all, the surname Baruch still carried considerable weight among the continent's top powers. Wusennuo alone can't deal with Linley as he is now! Bolan merely glanced at that defeated opponent before shifting his gaze away.

Then Bolan, who had been seated on the first floor, suddenly saw a little golden-haired beauty leading two elderly servants toward the second floor. This must be my future sister-in-law. Bolan smiled faintly.

At that moment, Bolan spotted a lazy-looking man who appeared to be only thirty or forty years old, dressed in a long robe. This must be the King of Slaughter, Cesar. He had not yet become a god, but he was close. Bolan was certain of it, because the man gave off the scent of death—the scent of a peer-level expert.

As Bolan stared at Cesar, Cesar suddenly turned his head toward him and studied him with a playful look. "Since when did the continent produce such a young expert?" Cesar wondered.

Bolan raised the wine on his table toward Cesar in a distant toast, then drained it in one gulp. Seeing this, Cesar suddenly grinned, picked up his wine cup, and walked toward Bolan.

Just as the two raised their cups and were about to speak, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly erupted. The auction for the stone sculpture Dream Awakening had begun.

"How about we find another place to have a chat?" Bolan asked with a faint smile.

Seeing that Cesar did not refuse, Bolan immediately moved at his fastest speed toward the second floor, where his future sister-in-law Delia was located. Cesar followed closely behind like a ghost, his calm smile making it seem as though he had barely exerted himself.

Without disturbing anyone, the two entered the private room belonging to Delia's Ryan Clan. Amid the astonished expressions of those inside, Bolan and Cesar grabbed the wine jugs from the table and drained them in one gulp.

"Brother Cesar, your speed is truly fast. I already gave it everything I had, but I feel like you barely exerted any strength," Bolan said with a loud laugh as he set down the empty wine jug.

"Little brother, your speed isn't slow either. Among all the Saint-level experts on the continent, aside from me, you rank second," Cesar replied with an equally hearty laugh.

The two had merely been testing each other. It was also their first meeting, yet they felt a certain mutual appreciation. There were only a few people on the entire continent at their level. As for Cesar, the other few either had grudges against him, or he simply did not wish to meet them. It was rare to encounter a peer-level expert who suited his taste. As for Bolan, he had greatly liked Cesar's character when reading the original story, so now that he had the chance, he naturally intended to befriend him.

The two servants at the side had originally intended to reprimand them, but they recognized the pair as soon as they saw their appearances. The one with the lazy air was the continent's legendary King of Slaughter. As for the white-robed Bolan, who could speak to Cesar so casually and had long white hair draped over his shoulders, he was likely Bolan Baruch, the Dragonblood Warrior who had recently caused such an uproar across the continent. Seeing the two chatting and laughing together, they knew they had to be peer-level experts. Let alone servants of the Ryan Clan, even the Ryan Clan's patriarch would have to accompany them with a careful smile if he were here. Otherwise, only Destruction awaited the Ryan Clan!