The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Chapter 240 King James Drono Arrived

"I don't think so. Death ignored me when I was a baby, so not even the demon king could kill me now. But thanks for your concern." At this point, everyone became tense.

"Brat, are you looking to die?"

"Are you deaf? Is something wrong with your ears? I just said death doesn't want me, so why are you screaming like an idiot?" Karsha shouted, his anger mixed with mischief. Everyone, including Yi Ran, turned pale. The person Karsha had just insulted was someone he shouldn't have.

"Do you know who you just insulted? This is Prince Kofi, the first Prince of the Drono Kingdom. Brat, kneel down and offer your head in apology!" a core disciple commanded, his voice full of anger.

"Tsk, do you know who I am? A mere prince is nothing to me. Just because you're a prince doesn't give you the right to be a bully. Trust me, you know nothing about me or where I come from, so you better behave, or it won't end well for you. Any of you," Karsha said, sweeping his gaze across the entire place.

Many felt their backs stiffen hearing his bold declaration. Insulting a prince was one thing, but threatening one? He must be courting death. But what many don't know was, that Karsha hated the word 'Kneel' and the term 'offered your head'. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

In his past life as a soldier, Karsha watched many of his people get beheaded while kneeling. This scene is ingrained in his mind.

When he hears the word "kneel" from his enemies, his anger explodes. So while he was just playing around with this prince, he has now become truly angry. If he's not careful, the prince's head might fall at any moment.

"You better say your goodbyes, brat. I will kill you the next time we meet," Prince Kofi said, clenching his fist. Although he is a prince, he doesn't have the right to break the rules and fight on such sacred ground. But as Karsha said, they are going to a very dangerous place. Who knows what will happen?

"Tsk, you don't have to worry. When we meet, I promise I won't kill you, but you'll wish I had. Trust me, you won't have the will to continue cultivating if we encounter each other," Karsha smirked and then took another bite of his apple. His insatiable hunger for apples has followed him to this cultivation world.

He wasn't bothered by the shocked looks on the faces of both disciples and elders. They were nothing to him. He was confident in his abilities. Karsha had battled Alpha monsters and knew their power.

However, when he finally saturated his Lesser Alpha core, he felt that instead of just gaining the power of an Alpha, he was somehow comparable to a Great Mutant, even without summoning the Soul Ring. He has become several times stronger now.

"Big brother, you might have gone too far this time," Xian tugged on Karsha's clothes and said. The look on Xian's face was grave. Karsha could tell he was worried for him. He patted him on the shoulder and spoke loudly enough for everyone, even those several meters away, to hear.

"Listen to me, Xian. In this world, power is everything. The strong will always try to suppress the weak. So all you should focus on is gaining enough strength to look down on your enemies like I am looking down on these good-for-nothing clowns calling themselves princes." Karsha's words cut deep.

The faces of the princes and those around them turned a strange mix of green and red, clear signs of their anger.

"A few years ago, I was weak and suffered at the mercy of the strong. This time around, the story is different. This big brother of yours is not just handsome, he is stronger than you think, so chin up and look down on those who think they are above everyone else." Xian felt a wave of confidence wash over him, dispelling all the fear from his heart.

"Atta-boy, you are indeed worthy to be called my brother," Karsha smiled, looking at the now confident Xian.

"Just wait, your life is over," Prince Kofi said, making a killing gesture toward Karsha. Karsha smiled, pointed his thumb down, and shook his head.

"You don't have the qualification to take my life, Mr. Prince. You are nothing in the grand scheme of things. You would have to cultivate for a couple of thousand years before you can touch a hair on my head," Karsha disdainfully spoke.

He didn't care about the status of the First Prince. After all, Kofi didn't have a crown attached to his name, meaning he was just a named prince and not a good one at that.

"Hahaha, the younger generation keeps getting more entertaining by the second. This is a clear sign that the future will indeed be lively. Little one, what is your name?" A voice boomed from the clouds, startling everyone, including Karsha.

Looking up, they saw a white-haired man slowly descend from the sky with his hands clasped behind him. Seven others followed him, exuding the same powerful aura. They were terrifying, to say the least.

"This little one is called Karsha... Karsha Damon," Karsha answered calmly. Looking at the white-haired man, Karsha felt small and weak. He could sense the immense strength hidden within those bones. He didn't need any special ability to know this man could kill him with a single slap.

Karsha felt a great deal of pressure when Morris appeared. Though Morris hadn't fully broken through to the Sage stage back then. He could tell he was terrifying, but he was confident he could escape. Now, however, he felt trapped, unable to see any way to escape.

"Hahaha, I like your confidence. Your demeanor reminds me of my younger days. I was aloof and didn't care about anyone's status. All those who crossed my path were crushed. Seeing you look down on a whole prince reminds me of those days.

But are you sure you want to walk this path? Making everyone angry isn't the right way. I learned that the hard way," the white-haired man said.

He appeared to be in his late 50s but from the way he talked and his aura. Karsha could tell he was several hundred, if not thousands, of years old.

"Ah, well, I wasn't making everyone mad. For example, this lovely lady hasn't done anything to me, so I have no reason to look down on her.

But these two think that just because they are Princes, they can treat everyone like dogs. I don't mind reminding them that they are human and can be slapped like everyone else," Karsha said with a faint smile, feeling a bit lighter.

"Reasonable, I guess that does make sense. But be careful; you never know who might get offended and come after you. I can tell you are strong and confident, but you are still just a Grandmaster. Angering Sages is a bit above your level." Faces around them shifted from shock to awe.

The person Karsha was talking to was the King of the Drono Kingdom. He could decide whether Karsha lived or died.

And Karsha had just disrespected his children and even threatened their status as princes, but instead of being punished, he was having a casual chat. And for some reason, Karsha looked calm, with no fear in his eyes. Even the six individuals behind the King were shocked.

"Thank you for the advice, Senior. I will take it to heart," Karsha said with a smile.

"No need, you can just call me Jame Drono," the King said with a smile, then flew to a platform made of pure gold.

Everyone's jaws nearly dropped. The King had just exchanged names on friendly terms with a mere Grandmaster Stage cultivator. Even the two Princes looked clearly shocked.

Their enemy, instead of being punished, had become friendly with their father, the strongest person in all of the Drono Kingdom. If their last surname wasn't Drono, they might have doubted that the man was even their father.

As for Karsha, there was a glint in his eyes. The man and the six individuals were clearly powerful. He had felt the pressure of Great Sages before, but even they didn't make him lose control as this man's presence did.

Karsha wanted to become as strong as them, and even stronger. He wasn't scared of them at all. To him, they were mountains standing in his way. Soon, he would climb higher than them and have the ability to look down on them.

While Karsha was deep in thought about the mysterious man and his six followers, 18 individuals with strong auras flew in and bowed toward the white-haired man.

It wasn't until they spoke that Karsha snapped out of his daze. His brain went blank when he heard how they addressed the man named James Drono.

"Subordinates greet the King!" they chorused. All around him, disciples followed suit and bowed. Karsha, however, was left standing with a stupefied look on his face. He noticed the amusement on the white-haired man's face.

"Little brother, why do you have such a look on your face? Have you lost all confidence hearing my status?" the King asked, looking at Karsha.

Karsha broke into a cold sweat but quickly felt an unknown surge of confidence that made him stand tall. He wasn't about to lose face in such a critical moment.

"Not at all," Karsha said with a stiff smile. "It's just that I felt defeated."

"Oh, and why is that?" the King asked, looking even more amused. He felt a strange sense of pride seeing such a youngster stand upright without much fear while facing someone like him.

"Just a few minutes ago, I bragged about my handsomeness and strength to my brother here, but your appearance made me look inferior in both looks and strength.

Now, you also added the status of a king to it. I feel like the heavens are looking down on me," Karsha said, shaking his head slightly, and displaying his defeated look.

"Hahahahaha! Little brother, you are much bolder than I thought. Tell me, how old are you?" The King couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

Everyone around them was lost in shock. Karsha, a mere Grandmaster, was conversing on friendly terms with a King and being shamelessly bold with his words.

"I am 19, big bro," Karsha replied with a smile. However, the King's expression changed upon hearing his age.