"Are you done yet?"

"It's been over 4 hours already."

"Is this how you show me your arrogance?"

"This is your true strength? Brat, you have completely disappointed me. You think by placing beast cores all over the place, and you've become awesome?" Dracula sneered with disdain.

Four hours.

After four full hours, Maxwell had followed the path he had cleared and placed beast cores at certain locations. Dracula was getting impatient and had a look that he didn't want to wait any longer.

In reality...

Deep in his heart, he actually wanted to know what Maxwell was planning on doing.

He understood there was a reason Maxwell was doing this.

But Maxwell was silent all this time and didn't respond to his words, which made him a bit annoyed.

Dracula once again said impatiently: "Hey brat, what the hell are you doing?"

Maxwell finally exhaled and said with a smile, "I'm gonna show you how fierce I am."

"With just this?"

"Right, with just this."

"Did you slam your head into a door recently, or were you bitten by a dog when you were young?"

"How did you know?"

"I… fine, I give up."

---

Maxwell didn't stop for four hours. The path he cleared was a large circle; a circle that took thirteen days to kill his way through. Could you imagine how big this circle was?

Not long after...

Maxwell placed the last beast core down and muttered, "It's done."

Dracula's eyes opened and asked excitedly: "Are we about to start now?"

Maxwell sat down and said, "Not yet, we still need to wait another 2 hours."

"Wasting this lord's time? Brat, I really can't help but start looking down on you," scolded Dracula.

Maxwell was too lazy to bother with him. He examined the locations of all the beast cores before clicking his tongue and saying, "I've been using up the beast cores too quickly. A single instance, and I've already used a few thousand of them. If this happens a few more times, I'm going to turn into a poor wretch. Brenda's mother will be auctioned off at the Great Alliance auction house, so if he had no more money...

"Sigh!"

"If I knew this was going to happen, I would've grabbed a few more."

"Back then, I shouldn't have been embarrassed about it."

---

Back then, below the beast core mountain, Maxwell was not embarrassed at all. He even specifically picked all the attributed beast cores as well. When he couldn't fit them inside his spatial rings anymore, he even grabbed a dozen more to stuff in his pockets. He showed no signs of embarrassment and was no different from a bandit.

After killing the Water Dragon, leaving some for Austin, giving some away to Godfrey and company, and now arranging this huge array, Maxwell had consumed a lot of cores.

He had to engrave this array.

And if he wanted it to be powerful, he had to use a lot of beast cores.

These beast cores were a one-time use item. Once the array activates, the energy inside the beast cores will instantly explode out, creating a powerful force to annihilate everything within.

The power of an array was really strong.

But setting it up required a huge consumption of beast cores, mana, and one's mental energy.

After not resting for over ten days and now under a highly concentrated mental state for four hours, the fatigue Maxwell was feeling had no words to describe it. After sitting on the ground, he had already slumped over asleep a few minutes later.

"Hey brat!"

"Yo brat!"

"You…"

Dracula was perplexed by this.

After hearing Maxwell's faint snoring sound, he didn't continue calling out to him and muttered, "This kid has a tough life. "

Fifteen years old, King rank cultivation.

Apart from Peter Wesley, who has the bloodline of a true dragon, there weren't many people capable of this.

Most importantly...

Maxwell's cultivation was all gained within one year's time. Even if it were Peter Wesley with his true dragon bloodline, most likely it would be impossible for him to accomplish this feat.

Dracula was clear on how hardworking and how desperately Maxwell trained. There were many times he wanted to tell Maxwell to stop and take a break, but the existence of Peter Wesley was like an invisible mountain crushing him to the point that he could barely breathe. That's why Maxwell could only clench his teeth and continue training. Even if he was clenching so hard that his teeth started bleeding, he still had to hold on and continue to make more level-ups. He had to narrow the gap between his cultivation and Peter Wesley's.

It was truly filled with hardship.

Dracula then muttered to himself: "One day, you will surely surpass everyone here!"

---

Time flew by, and 2 hours had already passed.

Maxwell's eyes slowly opened. It was like an ingrained setting in his brain that automatically woke him up at a certain time. After rubbing his eyes, stretching his waist, and performing a few deep breaths, Maxwell said, "Dracula, it's time to start now."

Dracula coldly said, "This lord is too lazy to bother with you."

Maxwell chuckled and said, "This time it's for real."

Immediately after…

Maxwell roared internally: "Level 3 Overdrive!"

Eight times the attributes exploded out, and Maxwell's aura drastically changed.

Seeing all the spectres still asleep, surrounded by beast cores, Maxwell ferociously grinned before saying: "You bunch of lazy dips are about to die soon, heh heh…"

"Ghost Steps!"

"Level 3!"

"Hunted Cut..."

Suddenly...

Maxwell shot off and rushed into the midst of the spectres.

Dracula became shocked as he shouted: "Brat, you don't wish to live anymore? If you rush in like that, you're going to wake up all the spectres! With your current strength, there's no way you can even deal with three deceased souls of the devil race at the same time, yet you…"

"Finished."

"This time we're really finished."

As Dracula watched Maxwell wake up all the devil race spectres, his expression sank as he muttered, "You wanted to let me know how fierce you were? Now I finally know… that you're a goddamn lunatic! This is pissing off this great lord!"

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

"Bam!"

The devil race spectres looked similar to League of Legends Nocturne, except they were all in white.

One spectre at a time awoke.

They started wailing like ghosts.

"A human!"

"Human… a despicable human…"

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill all those despicable humans!"

Their screams were ear-piercing, and their tones carried a deep hatred filled with killing intent. Their voices also pierced into Maxwell's sea of consciousness, causing huge waves to roil about. Maxwell's mind and internal organs were also suffering from intense pain.

Imagine this:

Tens of thousands of King monsters are all exerting their oppressive pressure on you.

What kind of existences were they?

This type of attack could cause a person to explode from the pressure.

No matter how strong Maxwell's sea of consciousness was, he was still only at the level 10 King rank.

Uncomfortable. Extremely uncomfortable.

Blood seeped out of the corner of Maxwell's mouth. His face became pale, yet he continued rushing through to awaken all the surrounding spectral monsters. Following behind him was a dense pack of spectres who were throwing out various powerful devil race attacks that practically covered the sky.

Even Dracula was shocked into a blank state.

"Hey brat!"

"You've played it too big this time, kid. I'm afraid you're losing your life here today." Dracula then started laughing out loud like crazy. Contained within his laughter was a trace of fear and a trace of unwillingness.

Dracula started laughing crazily after thinking of what had happened these past few days.

"Brat, this lord has been quite happy these few days, so thank you."

"You are truly wildly unrestrained and full of guts, exactly to the likes of this lord. Hahaha… If there's a next life, this lord would like to be brothers with you!"

Maxwell smiled gloomily and said, "There's no need for next life, it's already fine for this one."

His right palm heavily slammed down.

He then roared out: "Dragon Execution Array, activate for me!"

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