Chapter 372: Stats Nearing a Trillion!

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WAAAA!

Ludicrous levels of crimson-colored energy tendrils were being emitted off the top of Azmond's katana, as a good chunk of the Twenty First Floor was quickly covered in his sword aura.

After getting his sword aura to level 5 and his sword law to level 7, his control and understanding over the essence of the sword only grew deeper.

And through such a connection, he was able to better utilize his sword aura in conjunction with his base form aura.

"...T-This is ridiculous" Amonroth muttered as he looked at the blood-colored sword aura trump over a tenth of the Twenty First Step.

He had watched this human invade the Twenty First Step with a combat strength around the Fourth Cataclysm Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

And now, six months later, his strength has already breached past the Early Mahayana Realm!

That wasn't even to mention that his cultivation base was originally in the Nascent Soul Realm, and now it was in the Middle Soul Transformation Realm!

Everything about this human was completely absurd! He was an aberration!

"...What are you?" He questioned with a terrified look on his face.

"..." Azmond looked down at the face he was standing on as he replied, "Me...? Oh, I'm just a hero for fun."

"....." Amonroth's city-sized eyes were left wide open when he heard his response.

"... I see So you're a hero? That explains your increase in strength" He added with a relieved expression.

If he were to die, he at least wanted to die in the hands of someone with great renown.

And who had better prestige than a hero?

However, he was soon taken out of his fading thoughts by Azmond, as he leaped across his face and landed on the middle of his forehead.

Following his abrupt movement, he blurted out, "Wait! What the hell did you just say!?"

"...." Amonroth felt a little sting from his jumping, but he was more focused on the panicky voice of the human invader.

{[Age: 9,800 years old]}

{[Realm: Peak Stages of Half-Step Mahayana Realm]}

{[Stats:

[Strength: 975,200,000k]

[Speed: 962,130,000k]

[Defense: 987,490,000k]

[Qi: 997,000,000k]

{[Relationship Status: Hostile]}]}

{[Current Vital Status: Half-dead]} (Lifeforce rapidly draining due to taking on the brunt force of too many Laws by the host.)

{[Additional Trivia:

[Amonroth is the First Monster Emperor of the Monster Race and is the strongest of them all.]

[He was the one tasked by the Overseers to watch over Percival Moonweaver in his cage at the top of his castle.]

[Amonroth was also instructed to be the head adviser of the 'Rehoming Project', and subsequently oversee the development of the last and final hybrid of the 'insane monsterkin scientists'.]

[He was ultimately able to finish the activation process of the one and only monster hybrid known as the 'Behemoth Abomination'.]

[The Behemoth Abomination was to be the Monster Race's salvation and also the only way that they could escape the blue marble known as 'Asterion'.]

[And after a plethora of test trials while it was in its embryonic phase, the descendants of the insane scientists and Amonroth were able to discover that the Behemoth Abomination would be able to survive in the Starry Seaboard and Starry Expanse for an indefinite period of time.]

[It took tens and hundreds of thousands of years, but they had ultimately come out on top, and the Behemoth Abomination was the fruit of their efforts.]

"..." After perusing over the new information revealed in Amonroth's status screen, Azmond swung his black and gold katana down.

Amonroth felt his impending death plummet down on him, but he still had a fire in his eyes as he roared, "You may kill me now, but you will soon die when the Behemoth Abomination appears above ground!! And your death will be far more excruciating than mine!!!"