A blade, a freaking humongous blade!

A blade weighing a thousand and eight hundred pounds.

A domineering blade that was covered in blood and giving off a bloody glow!

At this moment, the entire central square became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard.

Over a thousand pairs of eyes were all scared stiff from staring at Maxwell.

Everyone has seen many different types of blades before, but never have they seen such a huge one. It was simply too shocking to behold a blade that was so domineering and bloody at the same time.

This type of shock went straight towards a person's spirit. At the same time, an indescribable fear rose within the people, making them naturally feel afraid.

The Vampire Blade - Capable of slaughtering all worlds and killing all life!

Once it appeared, it immediately released the slaughter aura of having killed millions. This killing intent was already extremely strong, so adding to Maxwell's killing intent beast core, the resonance they formed with each other made the Blade's killing intent reach the pinnacle of perfection.

Maxwell's lips showed a brief cold smile.

Dracula started laughing and said: "I'm here now and everyone is already grovelling beneath me!"

Maxwell then said in his mind, "Cut the chit chat and let's get rid of that kid first."

Dracula replied: "Just him? A piece of cake!"

Immediately after, the blood-covered blade suddenly gave a faint sound, and Maxwell lowered his arm. He then started walking forward step by step, leaving a deep imprint on the ground.

Dragging a blade weighing a thousand eight hundred pounds behind him, everywhere he went would cause screeching sounds from the ground.

This made Maxwell think of a character in League of Legends during his previous life - Tryndamere!

The blade that Tryndamere had in the game was very similar to the Vampire Blade. And now that Maxwell was dragging the blade behind him, it looked exactly like the game character, as if he wasn't able to lift it.

This type of feeling was too stimulating!

Charlie had a slight change to his expression, but didn't show any signs of panic. As he watched Maxwell dragging a huge blade and getting closer step by step, he coldly sneered: "I don't know how you were able to break open those eighteen sealed acupoints, but I'm not going to let you live another second longer!"

Charlie didn't directly kill Maxwell previously because he wanted to hand him over to Duke Godfrey.

But now he had changed his mind.

Charlie's expression became serious while his hand made a grasping motion in the air. A strong mana started surging out of him, and the aura from his body suddenly changed dramatically.

Within a flash of lightning, as if appearing from the void, a huge hand was formed and came pressing down.

It was an attack purely condensed of mana. The force was raging about, its energy robust, and it was pretty much grinding down the minds of everyone in the square.

The wild winds caused by the energy swept through every nook and cranny.

This attack made of mana was so powerful that some people with low-level cultivation were directly crushed to the point of bleeding from all orifices of their bodies.

"Watch out, boss!"

"Lord Maxwell..."

In that instant, everyone in the Gillette Household was worried for Maxwell's safety. It was as if their hearts rose to their throat as they watched the grim-looking palm above his head.

"Charlie, hurry up and kill him."

"Kill him!"

"Let's see how long he can act arrogant for."

Charlie was able to sense a dangerous aura that was billowing out of Maxwell's body. He had a bad feeling that if Maxwell didn't die today, dominating Eden City would become impossible.

Maxwell was the Gillette Household's support pillar. As long as he dies here, the entire household will naturally collapse.

It was also around this time that all the Gillette Household members looked like their blood was on fire while their combat powers soared rapidly.

"Attack!"

That brief lull in the fight had once again turned into a chaotic battlefield. The current Castro household members seemed to be unable to hang on because the encirclement showed signs of collapsing any second.

Gwendolyn was holding onto Brenda, and her eyes appeared calm. She was motionless while staring at the stage and started praying in her heart: "I hope the heavens will protect him..."

Brenda had a serious look on her face while she clasped her hands together and started whispering to herself: "... Please protect Max..."

Amidst the crowd of spectators, Tammy's pair of cold eyes showed hidden surprise before a trace of anticipation. She then said to herself, "Maxwell, will you be able to create a miracle?"

In the battle arena, she thought that Maxwell would definitely die, but he managed to survive.

She felt that it was merely because Maxwell's luck was good.

Even though she despised him, there seemed to be a hint of extravagant hope inside her heart - an extravagant hope that some type of miracle would appear.

On top of the stage.

The wind and clouds were surging about, and a powerful energy was heavily crushing down towards Maxwell's head.

Maxwell never stopped and continued walking slowly like an image of Tryndamere. His whole body was giving off a bloody glow as he dragged the Vampire Blade step by step towards Charlie.

Charlie's eyes changed, and the palm in the air immediately started descending.

The huge palm above Maxwell's head came slamming down.

"Bam!"

A series of loud sounds similar to thunder resonating through the nine heavens was heard. It was as if a heavy blow was raining down on Maxwell's mind, sea of consciousness, and physical body.

But Maxwell completely ignored everything. He didn't bother with the pain afflicting his body and looked like he wasn't feeling anything.

At this moment, Maxwell was similar to Tryndamere, activating Undying Rage and becoming immune to death for five seconds. With this technique in effect, would he still feel any pain?

Of course! And quite a large amount of pain, too.

Maxwell was cursing up a storm in his mind. "Dracula! It's not your body, right? If I'm missing any body parts, I'm gonna kill you!"

Dracula started laughing crazily and said: "Hahaha... Brat, you can't even handle this little bit of pain? How are you going to follow the world's most domineering blade's path of slaughter?"

Maxwell replied: "Is there such a path that suffers this kind of abuse? Are you a masochist who enjoys suffering like this?"

Maxwell's consciousness had already entered Dracula's world of slaughter, yet he could still feel the pain. But his physical body was not hindered in any way as his pace maintained its speed.

He continued forward one step at a time.

Dragging the huge blade that seemed even bloodier than before, Maxwell's eyes were also giving off a red glow.

The killing intent completely broke out at this point.

When Maxwell was only three meters away from Charlie, an extremely arrogant voice exploded out from his body: "Kid, it's time to die!"

It was similar to a grim reaper appearing and pronouncing your death.

This was too domineering!

Charlie's expression only slightly changed as he maintained his proud expression. He then coldly smiled and said: "You damn trash; you want to kill me by relying on you, alone?"

Without waiting for him to finish, Maxwell's arms became agitated as a surging force suddenly erupted forth. At the same time, he roared in his heart: "Level 2 Overdrive!"

His strength was increased by four times.

Dracula was surprised by this and started laughing. "Hey brat, what kind of martial technique is this? Even my powers have multiplied exponentially. This is too awesome; I haven't felt this type of powerful strength in a long time, hahaha..."

While Dracula was saying this, green veins popped out of Maxwell's entire right arm. Similar to a centipede curled up, he roared into the sky and raised the one thousand eight hundred pounds blade over his head. He then heavily chopped down straight for Charlie's head.

"Bam!"

The blade chopped down.

The blade contained the violent aura of the world of slaughter, the killing intent, and all the rage inside Maxwell's heart.

"Go ahead and keep being arrogant!"

The blade heavily chopped down.

Charlie used his sword to block, and his sword was cut directly in two.

Another blade chopped down while Charlie's palms clapped together to clasp onto it. Just touching the blade made his mind feel like it had been tossed into an endless abyss.

His body sank before he knelt on the ground.

Another chop, and another chop, and another chop...

Charlie was directly beaten into a retard without any strength to retaliate.

In the meantime, Maxwell was getting more and more excited...

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