My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1760 - 507: The Most Ancient and Noble Dragon! Fighting to the Doorstep of the Multiracial Families! The Origin of the Dream Realm’s Aberration
Chapter 1760: Chapter 507: The Most Ancient and Noble Dragon! Fighting to the Doorstep of the Multiracial Families! The Origin of the Dream Realm’s Aberration
A single statement made the warriors of the Human Clan’s blood surge with emotion.
Behold, this is what true political awareness looks like in a great general.
While they were still striving to expand the domain of the Human Clan, Gary Smith had already defined this region as part of their territory.
Turning the table on the multiracial factions, he questioned why they would dare establish kingdoms right outside his doorstep.
The most critical point? He wasn’t bluffing—he genuinely had the qualifications to make such a bold assertion.
Any objections?
Well, they could go and ask the Child of the Elephant God!
Across the Abyss, the multiracial warriors were boiling with emotions.
In their efforts to understand the Human Clan as an opponent, they hadn’t only studied its written language but had also undertaken countless reading exercises, instantly grasping Gary Smith’s meaning.
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"
"This is the Abyss, not the Borderland! On what grounds does Gary Smith dare to say such a thing?"
"Our kingdom has existed since ancient times, while the Human Clan only rose to prominence recently—don’t you think so?"
"Never have I seen someone so shameless. Since time immemorial, this land was ours. The Human Clan only emerged later, driving us to this point!"
"Just because he killed the Child of the Elephant God, subdued the Prince of Light, and another Evil Spirit—it doesn’t mean... Although, yes, it truly is terrifying—still, I have my reservations."
"Isn’t this guy afraid of being crushed to death by the Kings?"
"Damn it! Even the Ancient Tribe Prince, invincible at the level of an Ecological Lord, couldn’t kill him. Is it possible that only a Pseudo-King can defeat him?"
"It has only been a few years, and he has already grown from a mere mortal to wielding Pseudo-King-level power. Is the Mother River spoiling him too much?"
"Could it be that he received divine favor from the Supreme Sun, just as the Daylight Clan did at the beginning of their rise?"
"Very possible. Without backing from some top-tier Great Existence, how could a mere mortal achieve such heights?"
"..."
Strong figures from various small kingdoms and the Truth Kingdom voiced their discontent, furious for a moment, and then...
That was it.
It’s laughable. Their anger arose from their positions, but when it came to actual combat, it was an impossibility.
Three Ancient Tribe Evil Spirits, who once dominated an era, were either dead or gravely injured.
Those races who had previously antagonized Gary Smith, like the Golden Winged Race and the Four Seasons Tree People, lost their strongest champions who held their factions together. As a result, they were subjected to relentless oppression from hostile races, barely surviving on their dwindling foundations.
But extinction—they were teetering on the brink.
As for these small fries? A single breath might obliterate them.
Even within the Kingdom of Years Catastrophe, there was a deathly silence as the many races subservient to the kingdom held their breaths, not daring to utter a sound.
Once underestimated as insignificant, he had now grown into an unstoppable colossus.
Three years!
Not long ago, people were saying he had depleted his talent by using the Longevity Bee’s stinger and would amount to nothing more than similar figures from the Eastern Abyss.
Yet, in such a short span, he already surpassed the Ancient Tribe Evil Spirits at the Ecological Master Level?
Could those rumors have been false, merely fabricated to comfort the panic-stricken?
Or...
Gary Smith’s talent was truly genuine—even diminished, it remained unparalleled?
Regardless of the truth, despair was unavoidable!
Contrasting the self-righteous posturing of multiracial warriors, the multiracial Kings regarded Gary Smith with cold detachment.
They weren’t enraged.
Just as humans wouldn’t feel angry toward the menacing gestures of an ant.
But it wasn’t that they were indifferent either; a prodigy this extraordinary—a talent unprecedented in history—was certainly worth their attention.
The True King of Years Catastrophe, residing within the River of Misfortune, remarked indifferently:
"Misfortune binds the arrogant fool."
The other Kings also observed Gary Smith with intrigue, gazing at this little creature who hadn’t even lived long enough to be a fraction of their lifespan—or more accurately, one who hadn’t taken as much time to think through even a single problem.
They found him amusing!
A ruler of the Great Earth, immeasurably arrogant!
Yet in him, they discerned a pride much like their own, born of true strength.
However, not a single King hurried to act, intent on swatting down this ignorant and presumptuous mortal.
Because...
Boom!
A thunderous elephant’s cry reverberated across the Main World, echoing through the Heavenly Dome and shattering millions of miles of cloud layers in an instant, revealing the resplendent radiance of the Supreme Sun.
"The Elephant Master has struck!"
The Kings within the multiracial camp observed indifferently, curious to see the extent to which this Ancient Tribe King had progressed.
After all, tens of thousands of years ago, he had proclaimed himself the Son of the Elephant God and commanded dominion over all things with strength at the True King Peak level, earning the title of... Elephant Master!
They were equally intrigued to see if he had stepped across the threshold!
The boundary between the divine and the mortal!
"Dark · Infinite King!"
With a murmuring voice, boundless dark matter converged to form nine black holes the size of planets, rapidly expanding like moons falling from the sky, directed toward the area where Gary Smith stood.
With every step closer, the Great Earth shattered and sank by meters, its sturdy stones turning to dust, crushing the world under its weight.
Should it strike, billions of miles of land would be obliterated into nothingness!
Creatures along the Borderland groveled on the ground, trembling uncontrollably in the presence of such majestic kingly power, unable to even muster the thought of escape.
Extinction was imminent!
Yet, Gary Smith merely stood silently upon the Borderland ground, his garments billowing in the storm stirred by residual spirit energy, emotionlessly observing the Elephant Master’s strike.
At the moment it neared him, within the Human Clan’s domain, kingly powers surged forth, transforming into the illusory shadows of numerous kingdoms above the Heavenly Dome, shaking the universe.
They shattered the Elephant Master’s enraged blow!
The terrifying aftermath swept across the world, instantly reducing several unfortunate Demon Secret Realms to ashes.
The Supreme Council descended!
Gary Smith’s unbridled arrogance stemmed from his knowledge: a True King Level attack would inevitably provoke the Supreme Council’s retaliation.
A True King Peak powerhouse might occupy the top tier of the mortal hierarchy, but it wasn’t yet sufficient to crush the Human Clan’s Kings wholesale.
