Charlie was beaten into a kneeling position.

But, he was still resisting with all his might with a face full of anger. As long as he finds the slightest chance, he will definitely counterattack and kill Maxwell with a single strike!

Maxwell wasn't dumb.

He clearly understood the logic behind: "When you're ill, go for the kill."

Beating a downed opponent was something he enjoyed the most.

Dracula chopped down one after another, and each strike was heavier than the next. Charlie's knees had started bleeding from the impact, his face turning pale, and his breathing becoming irregular. His face now looked ugly beyond comparison.

Maxwell's blade was chopping down too fast.

With the addition of Dracula's slaughtering aura and killing intent grinding against his awareness, Charlie could only bitterly hang on.

The more Maxwell chopped down, the more excited he became. This type of overwhelming pressure was too awesome, so he started laughing and said, "Is that all you've got at level 2 silver rank?"

"What's so amazing about The Emporium Academy members?"

"You wanted to steal my woman? You wanted to kill off all my Household members?"

"You son of a bitch, stand up and act unruly again!"

Each time he said a sentence, Maxwell would have an extremely smug expression on his face as he chopped down with the blade. With his right arm mainly supporting the Vampire Blade, the one thousand eight hundred pounds of weight had almost dislocated his shoulder joint many times. But he didn't stop his movements because the feeling he was experiencing right now was simply too awesome.

This kind of experience wasn't something a video game could give its players.

Only when one personally experiences it would they understand how awesome and pleasurable it feels!

"Ahhh...!"

Charlie was suppressed to the point of being enraged to the max.

He started roaring into the air, and the mana in his body exploded forth. His whole body, from head to toe, was now wrapped up in mana.

"Maxwell, my turn!"

A mournful roar was then heard.

Charlie's full strength had exploded forth!

His hair became dishevelled and his face contorted. Charlie was similar to a lunatic right now because Maxwell had pushed him over the edge.

Seeing Charlie displaying his might, Maxwell lightly jumped back and showed an extremely shocked face. "Whoa, your turn? I'm sooo scared."

As his voice faded, Maxwell's lips curved into a sneer that looked like a grim reaper smiling. He then said in his mind: "Dracula, now it's time we showed him who's the boss around here!"

"I've already done all my venting. He has already kneeled before me, so I can't have him kiss my feet as well, right? That would simply be too inhumane."

Dracula rolled his eyes and said, "In accordance with my temper, I would've sent him to death in one strike. Why bother blabbing so much and wasting time?"

Dracula had an explosive temper.

What he sought was speed - the fast speed where a single blade can cut the world apart!

Maxwell didn't like it quickly.

He enjoyed dragging it out a bit so that it could show a man's glory...

For someone who had ridiculed him since the beginning, acting arrogant with a smug attitude, and a face that seemed to disdain everyone, as if they all owed him money.

Maxwell had a very simple way of dealing with these types of people – pay them back multiple times!

Beat his shameless face swollen and beat him until he crawls on the ground. Make him understand his fate for showing off in front of him!

Maxwell had pretty much finished what he wanted to do.

The only thing left was to send Charlie off to his death.

That's why Maxwell had given the control of his right arm to Dracula to use.

Charlie looked quite domineering right now with eyes filled with savagery. His hands reached into the air as he growled.

His palm made of mana was at least double the strength of the previous one.

Maxwell's right arm started getting agitated as a strong surge of power came from the depths of his body.

Fast!

The speed was shockingly fast! The speed of the power surging out was so fast that Maxwell almost couldn't feel where it came from. The strength of his right arms instantly felt like they could support an entire mountain, making Maxwell speechless.

The strength of the Vampire Blade had completely exploded forth.

This all happened in an instant.

The one thousand eight hundred pounds blade was raised above Maxwell's head. The blood colored blade started staining the sky red, which gave everyone's face a tinge of red glow.

This blade was encroaching on the heavens!

Its unbridled and domineering arrogance was being released recklessly, enveloping the entire Eden city. This was simply too powerful!

This powerful aura was something words couldn't even describe!

World of slaughter!

Maxwell's heart suddenly sank. Did Dracula want to slaughter everyone inside the Eden City?

His heart shook.

Maxwell immediately roared out: "What are you doing? Don't forget our agreement!"

Dracula started laughing crazily, "Hahaha... What? You scared? I was just trying to scare them a little bit."

"You damn lunatic!"

"Don't worry, we have an agreement. As long as you were willing to follow my path of slaughter, I will help you take care of the other matters."

Without trying to conceal anything, Maxwell said: "One day I will make you kneel before me too."

Dracula was similar to a time bomb. If Maxwell wasn't careful, he might explode in a fiery death from it.

Maxwell will definitely find an opportunity to solve this kind of uncertainty inside his body!

Dracula, laughing crazily again, "I look forward to that day arriving. But for now, brat, just watch the path of slaughter from the world's greatest domineering blade!"

In an instant, the moment before Charlie's attack descended, Maxwell's right arm, under the control of Dracula, started chopping down.

The blade's body started giving off a scarlet colored ripple of energy that fluctuated outwards.

Right after that, everything in Maxwell's eyes had turned red. It was as if a God of Death had descended from the heavens and landed in a world that had become a huge pool of blood.

He was similar to a grim reaper from hades...

"The first king of the path of slaughter - Grimreaper God!

"Slash!"

As the word 'slash' faded, the huge blade started moving. Charlie's energy palm was instantly shattered, causing him to be dumbstruck. All he could do was watch as the huge blade came chopping down towards him.

Currently, his world was just like Maxwell's.

It was completely overpowered by killing intent.

The blade chopped down from top to bottom, separating Charlie's body into two.

Instant kill!

At the same time, the system's notification tone sounded off in Maxwell's mind.

"Crackle!"

"Congratulations to player Maxwell Gillette for killing Charlie."

"Reward: 5000 XP and 600 mana."

"Loot: 1 upgrade element..."

A flurry of notification tones sounded off, but Maxwell didn't bother to pay attention to them. He was currently in a shocked state from experiencing Dracula's path of slaughter – Grim Reaper God. He then mumbled to himself. "So the path of slaughter was this impressive! Back then, when I read novels that mentioned the path of heaven or this and that path, it looked like they were all trash. With three thousand available paths for martial cultivators to embark on, it looks like the path of slaughter is the most awesome."

The first king of the path of slaughter was already this awesome, so what about the second king? Third king... the hundredth king?"

Holy crap, Maxwell didn't dare to continue imagining it.

At the same time, Maxwell made up his mind and said without hesitation: "I'm entering the path of slaughter."

There was no response from Dracula.

Maxwell repeated himself: "Dracula, I want to tread the path of slaughter."

There was still no response.

"Damn Dracula, did you hear me? I want to enter the path of slaughter?"

Still not a bit of sound.

After chopping Charlie in half, it seemed like the blade had disappeared.

"Shit, man, I'm giving you face now, and you're not taking it? You were just begging me to enter the path of slaughter, yet now that I want in, you're not even making a farting noise. What the hell are you up to?" Said Maxwell in a bad mood.

There was still no response internally.

Just when Maxwell was about to give up, Dracula's weak voice finally responded: "Stop being so noisy. Do you know how much energy I need to use to activate Grim Reaper God? Enter the path of slaughter next time because I have no strength to guide you right now, so don't bother me for the next half month."

Its voice was very raspy, like an old person at the height of their sickness.

Maxwell was stunned and scratched his head briefly before laughing heartily: "Weren't you so arrogant before? So you too have moments when you're weak, hahaha..."

"If you don't continue paying attention to the battle, your Gillette Household members will die off very soon."

Maxwell's mind sank, "Shit, I almost forgot about them and their potential for a huge amount of XP!"

Maxwell turned around to glare at Owen, who was killing in a frenzy. He then coldly sneered: "My turn!"

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