Chapter 864: Arnold’s Means
"Bang!"
A powerful shockwave burst from Arnold’s body as a pillar of light shot into the sky. The cave walls cracked and shattered as Arnold floated out of the ground, his black cloak flapping wildly in the violent winds of his breakthrough. He stared up at the glowing sky of the secret domain, his lips curling into a mad grin.
"Hahaha! I’ve leveled up to the seventh level of Legend Rank!" he roared, his laughter carrying through the mountains like thunder. "Max, your death is only a matter of time now!"
His voice echoed ominously, marking the birth of an even more dangerous enemy for Max.
After a long moment, Arnold finally calmed his raging excitement, his breathing steadying as a cold, sinister expression formed on his pale face.
"Max, your death is coming," he muttered, his voice dripping with venom. The humiliation he had suffered and the death of Jake had ignited a deep hatred within him, one that he would not allow to fade.
However, Arnold was no fool. He knew his own limits and clearly understood that if Jake, who possessed equal strength to him, had died by Max’s hand, then rushing in alone would only lead to the same fate. He needed overwhelming force to ensure Max’s death. For that reason, he decided to contact several of his senior brothers within the Thunder Monarch Hall, geniuses far stronger than him, and bring them to hunt Max down.
Furthermore, Arnold spread word throughout the Secret Domain, publicly declaring that anyone who could kill Max would be heavily rewarded by the Thunder Monarch Hall. It was an enticing offer—enough to make even those who had no personal enmity with Max consider taking up the task.
In just three short days, Max’s name had spread like wildfire. From the outer regions of the Secret Domain to its dangerous inner areas, everyone was talking about the young man who had dared to kill Jake and humiliate Arnold.
For some, Max had become a target worth hunting, not because of personal grudges, but for the promise of wealth and favor from one of the Middle Domain’s most influential halls.
"Puff, puff, puff!"
On a lonely hill, three young men fell to the ground, lifeless, their throats slit with surgical precision. Blood sprayed out, staining the grassy hilltop in dark crimson. Standing among their corpses was Max, the Blue Dragon Sword still dripping blood, his eyes cold and expression grim.
He didn’t feel even the slightest satisfaction from killing these men. His gaze was dark and his face expressionless as he muttered under his breath, "Arnold... it seems I underestimated you."