"Killing an Immortal Level being barely at the King level could bring ten Fate Points. This definitely wasn't based on my current World Lord strength—"
Inside the spaceship, Fang Yang looked at the enormous black serpent corpse outside. After countless thoughts flashed through his mind, what remained was a faint sense of delight.
Although King-level Immortals were extremely powerful among the Immortal Level beings and could not be considered nobodies even within the various peak races, they were ultimately a sizable group.
The ten Fate Points before him might have been few, but they confirmed his speculation and revealed the promising future of obtaining massive amounts of Fate Points.
"World Lord is still far too weak—"
"Such a good opportunity... among the six peak races, aside from the Human Race, which has treated me fairly well and cannot be slaughtered without cause for Fate Points, the other peak races—"
Fang Yang sensed the peak World Lord Ninth Order strength within this Golden Horned Beast incarnation. Bloodthirsty ferocity flickered in his eyes, and a cruel smile formed on his sharply defined face.
The various laws of this world were merely supplementary to him. They could deepen his understanding of the laws of other worlds, but they would be difficult to directly transplant outside.
Aside from obtaining Fate Points, the only thing worth his brief attention was raising his Genetic Level and feeding it back to his original body so that its origin could undergo another transformation.
This could be carried out within this Extraterrestrial Battlefield. After all, such a vast battlefield would surely contain prodigies and experts with extraordinary bloodlines.
"According to this black serpent's memories, a member of the Monster Race's imperial clan is traveling through the nearby star fields. I can conveniently kill it as well."
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