Attribute Farming System-Chapter 94: Late-Saint Rank Talent, The Tyrant Emperor

"We're the single strongest nation in the world, and yet there still exist those who wish to stand against us?" Knox's voice came out as cold as the Atlantic. "Tell me, Bemon, where are these impertinent fools right now?"

"M-My Liege," Bemon pointed outside a large palace window, the scene outside resembling an apocalypse. "They're already here."

Knox cracked his throne's armrest. A deathly glow formed in his golden eyes—an occurrence that suffocated the air inside the throne room.

"Bemon," he asked.

"Yes, my Liege…?"

"Prepare a new graveyard. Make this one larger than the last."

"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"

The expressions of many underwent extreme changes, yet they didn't voice what they were feeling. Bemon, however, spoke up, responding:

"Of course, my Liege. It shall be done right away."

"Good," was the last thing Knox said before he vanished from his spot.

FWIP!

"Your tyranny comes to an end right here and now, you vile Tyrant Emperor!"

As soon as Knox covertly reappeared in the skies outside his palace, the shouting of a robust man adorned in mane-like armor bled his ears. The man possessed a cultivation base of the Peak Soul Formation Realm, making him one of the most powerful entities in the King's Grounds.

"I, the Monarch of the Misty Peninsula—Arkol—have come to take your life!"

The maned man's shouts continued echoing, his voice producing ripples in the fabric of time and space. His poise was indomitable, his posture immaculate.

Yet…

"You've come to take my life?" Knox questioned from a position mere feet away from Monarch Arkol. "What a joke."

"!?!"

Arkol turned around, his enormous hammer already in the process of swinging behind him. However, by that point in time, his life was no longer his to own.

"Ho—"

SPLAT!

The almighty ruler of one of the most formidable regions in the King's Grounds died in an explosion of blood!

Knox's murderous glare shifted away from the remnants of Arkol. He looked between all the soldiers and cultivators that had rallied behind the Misty Peninsula's monarch.

And if only for an instant, millions of powerful living beings felt their connection with the world of the dead pull them close.

SHING!

Then, with a single slash imbued with the Level 2 Law of Time and a Level 6 Sword Intent, every single person of the Misty Peninsula… died.

"What a bunch of treacherous trash," Knox scorned, his eyes filled with derision. "The Misty Peninsula was a region I conquered with ease over a thousand years ago. Yet they and their new ruler actually dared to rise up in rebellion? The term 'idiot' is not enough to properly describe them."

*Ding!*

[You have slain the Peak Soul Formation Monarch of the Misty Peninsula!]

[Millions of usurpers have been felled by your merciless sword!]

[A massive-sized pile of Attribute Orbs has dropped!]

[Strength +870,000]

[Agility +328,000]

[Affinity +190]

[Energy +960,000]

x13,530,000 more…

"Can't even receive any Attribute Orbs in the seven-digit range anymore," Knox complained.

Though, when he saw the next System notification, his mood improved by a marginal degree:

[All of your Main Attributes have reached the 10 billion mark, subsequently giving your Talent a large boost!]

[Affinity +10,000,000!]

[Mid-Saint Rank → Late-Saint Rank!]

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise," Knox commented as he felt a hidden part of himself experience a major qualitative change. "I've been stalled at the Peak Core Formation Realm for a while now, but with this boost, I should be able to break through to the Half-step Golden Core Realm. After which, I can make use of that cultivation technique I obtained from that one Rainbow-ranked Treasure Trove to advance through the Golden Core Realm."

With a content gleam in his gaze, Knox called for a familiar figure.

FWIP!

"You called, Master?" asked a young, suave man of the Middle Soul Formation Realm.

"Rayzer," Knox said, with his back turned to the person who looked vastly different from how he used to. "Go and collect all the loot. You're quite good at tasks like this, so I expect every single corpse to be wiped clean."

"I shall not disappoint, Master!" Rayzer answered with concealed joy as he phased from his spot before zipping throughout the war-torn landscape.

Knox stared off into the distance. The past few thousand years seemed to replay within his pupils, with the rate at which they passed him by more like a surreal dream than anything.

"Thousands of years being no different from five months," he mused, his hands folded. "And even then, a lot has changed since I entered this place. For starters, that old bastard Rayzer successfully restored his cultivation and talent with the help of that Ultimate Spirit Elixir Pill I got from a Rainbow-ranked Treasure Trove. A sacrifice I was forced to make with a bleeding heart. Then again, this just goes to show how magnanimous I really am."

*Ding!*

"Be quiet."

Knox silenced his System before it got the chance to make a snarky remark. He rolled his eyes, then focused on feeling the connection he had with the world around him.

"King's Grounds," he said as he closed and opened his eyes. "Our time together is coming to an end. But before that point arrives, you still have a show to witness."

Knox fixated his sight on multiple different directions at once. Everywhere he looked held an extremely formidable kingdom or empire, each belonging to a Trial Taker.

"After the passing of so much time, those little ones have turned out to be working just as hard as I have in taking out the weak links," he mused, rubbing his chin. "And at the end of our journey together, only less than ten of us remain. I do, however, wonder how the others plan to deal with me. I bet it'll be quite amusing."

Of those who made it to the 2nd Trial of the Devilstar Secret Realm, only seven remained.

Knox Falazar—the widely recognized dark horse of the competition.

13th Princess Maya—a supreme genius who had even managed to breach the gap that separated her from older talents like Nala.

Then there were the two twins of Duke Softshore—Luna and Solaris Softshore—both of whom had broken through to the Early Soul Formation Realm like Maya.

Naturally, there was also Nala—Light's Final Destination Child—the one who was originally predicted to tie with Lucidador in terms of potential. Of those who joined the exploration of the Devilstar Secret Realm, only she had broken through to the Middle Soul Formation Realm.

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Maya was close to achieving the same thing, but she still wasn't there just yet…

Last but not least, there were Cela Bonanier and Yennefer Berkshire. As the only two among the lot in the Nascent Soul Realm, their survival up to this point could be seen as a divine miracle.

However, for those who knew of their Heaven-ranked Prospects, it was no surprise that they were capable of doing what those with higher cultivations could not.