Global Blessed Land: I Can Add Attributes On The Buildings

Chapter 280 - 280: Fighting for the King’s Title (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Observing the cloaked figure in the distance, King Mandrill’s expression remained composed.

“A person who hides their head and reveals their tail, doesn’t even dare to show their true face?”

His voice was not loud, but it contained a dignified aura.

“Hehe, King Mandrill. I’m sure it doesn’t feel good to be cursed!”

9 lifted his robe and exposed his face, revealing an evil smile as he locked eyes with King Mandrill, and his eyes were identical to King Mandrill’s.

Upon hearing this, a trace of killing intent flashed across King Mandrill’s eyes. “Phantom Horn race? No, you’re from the Thousand Hands race!”

When he saw the horn on 9’s forehead, his heart skipped a beat. However, he quickly noticed a faint black mark on its neck.

“That’s right, the Thousand Heads race. You can call me 9!”

9 smiled. Then, a glint flashed across his eyes, and the strange mark between his eyebrows suddenly erupted.

Instantly, King Mandrill felt the suppressed curse mark on his chest tremble slightly and heat up.

However, it was quickly suppressed by the power of Destiny in his body. “Looks like you haven’t become a true Overlord yet!”

He detected the fluctuation of Destiny from King Mandrill, but it wasn’t substantial; instead, it felt ethereal.

This meant that the Destiny Seed had not been condensed by King Mandrill.

“Reveal your Dharma realm power to me!”

“Curse Seal! Thousand Illusion Demon Hand!”

Without triggering the power of the curse, 9 crossed his hands in front of his chest, and a wave of spiritual energy gathered from his palms.

His fingers were agile, and there were even afterimages. Behind him, black spiritual energy quickly condensed and transformed into two huge arms.

Whoosh!

As the arms materialized, they reached out to King Mandrill as if aiming to crush him like an ant.

“Heh, how ignorant!”

King Mandrill’s eyes flickered.

The moment the black spiritual energy arms appeared, he sensed a familiar aura.

The Mandrill race on the battlefield looked at the Thousand Hands race who

claimed to be 9.

This was the bloodline power of the Mandrill Race, but it was not pure. Or rather, it was only the bloodline contained in the Mandrill Guards.

If the Mandrill race’s bloodline power fell below 50%, they would possess ordinary Mandrill bloodlines. Only when they reached Level 5 or higher would they acquire the abilities of the royal bloodline.

As for 9, the Mandrill bloodline in his body was at most 40% or extremely close to 50%.

“Power of the Mountain God! Dissipate!”

King Mandrill’s expression was calm. He did not seem to have done anything. He spoke softly, and the two black arms that were pressing down on him dissipated into nothingness.

“Are you not overestimating yourself, using an ordinary Mandrill bloodline to challenge someone of royal status like me?!”

King Mandrill’s eyes were indifferent, and an aura was brewing in his body.

Moreover, this aura was like a volcano that was about to erupt, filled with agitation.

“Is that so?”

“I wonder if you care about the Phantom Horn race that was destroyed by your Mandrill race?”

9 was not surprised, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Swish!

Clang!

A figure suddenly appeared behind King Mandrill. In their hand was a jet-black sword, akin to a shadow, thrusting at the dim black barrier that King Mandrill had recently formed.

“Is this the spirit body of the Phantom Horn race?”

King Mandrill turned his body and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared behind him.

Moments ago, he had detected an unusual aura that had stealthily approached from behind. It appeared to be a spirit entity resembling the Phantom Horn race.

Although he didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t care.

“By the way, have you forgotten? Your Thousand Hands race gave me a treasure to deal with the Phantom Horn race!”

After King Mandrill finished speaking, the faint black spiritual energy on his body instantly surged. Then, it turned into a black lotus flower that protected his body.

Moreover, as the lotus appeared, the figure seemed to have encountered its nemesis. A wisp of black spiritual energy extended from the weapon to the spiritual body.

In an instant, the palm of the entire spirit body dissolved like snow under the sun.

“Huh?!”

Seeing the spirit palm melt, 9’s expression could not help but darken.

He also thought of the Lotus Treasure that 324 had thrown into the Mandrill Pool. This time, the spirit body he condensed could not unleash any strength at all when it encountered its nemesis.

It could be said that he had shot himself in the foot.

“Looks like I can only do it myself!”

9’s gaze turned solemn. Subsequently, the spiritual energy within its body started to surge, and a potent aura emanated from it.

As it harnessed the spiritual energy within its body, three formidable auras once more erupted from the ground.

Whoosh!

Three figures appeared around King Mandrill and stared at him.

“Four Purple Sun Array!”

Purple flames surged out from 9 and the three new figures, quickly connecting. In an instant, the formation trapped King Mandrill.

As the purple flames formed a square formation, a trace of surprise flashed in King Mandrill’s eyes.

He felt a trace of destruction in the purple flames.

At the same time, a voice sounded in the sky not far away.

“My lord, could that person who calls himself 9 be the leader of the Thousand Heads race?”

Xu Chu asked Mei Changge excitedly.

They had reached the outskirts of Mandrill City a while back, but they remained concealed, not revealing themselves.

Above Mei Changge and all the Golden Crow Guards, a small white umbrella formed a special light barrier that enveloped them..