Chapter 1309: There Is No Star Soul in the Sun Here

The King of Feilie immediately projected over, but before he could see clearly what was happening, he was slapped in the face, sending him spinning twice in the void. Then he was kicked squarely in the chest, flying backward. By the time he regained his senses, the Monarch's fist was already right in front of his eyes.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? Looking for death." The Monarch finished his sentence, having already thrown nineteen punches and kicked over twenty times, half of which landed on the King of Feilie's ribs, beating the King of Feilie until he was left and right, in a sorry state. It took him a great deal of effort to stabilize his footing, but he never dared to be distracted to investigate again.

The rhythm of their close-quarters combat was very fast. Once they lost the advantage, they would be suppressed and beaten, unable to recover for a long time.

Ang just swaggered over and cut off all the soul connections of all the undead Dragon-men, a full ninety thousand plus.

The King of Feilie didn't know what had happened, nor did he dare to be distracted to check. He could only gloomily watch the nodes in the soul network disconnect one by one.

The losses were heavy. Although there was no flesh, the King of Feilie still felt incomparably painful because these undead Dragon-men were his greatest source of soul energy.

The souls of ordinary undead giant dragons, because they were too powerful, had an exclusive name—Dragon Soul. The dragon souls of these undead Dragon-men originated from First-Rank Dragon Gods, and were countless times stronger than ordinary dragon souls. Any one of them could easily transform into a First-Rank Dragon God and maintain the transformation state.

This meant that even the weakest undead Dragon-man had the mental strength of the late Second-Rank Dragon God transformation Ang had back then.

He had over ninety thousand such undead Dragon-men with powerful mental strength. The soul quality of these Dragon-men was countless times higher than ordinary dragon souls. With them, the King of Feilie's soul network was incomparably solid.

Such a solid soul network was now actually disconnecting rapidly? What on earth happened? Who was killing his dragons?

The King of Feilie never thought about the "cutting off" aspect. He never knew that the soul network could be cut off. He only thought that someone was slaughtering those undead Dragon-men, and the speed was very fast, similar to the skeleton in front of him, one punch per one.

Could there be another skeleton of the same level? If there really was, and after the other one killed all his dragons, they came to beat him up together, he would be dead for sure.

Annoyed and irritable, the King of Feilie rarely had the intention to "chat": "Who are you?!"

"Undead Master!" the Monarch replied, but his hand movements were not slow at all. He hadn't fought such an evenly matched battle for a long time. The Monarch became more excited and proficient the more he fought. Memories of roaming the wilderness and fighting across the empire in the past surged into his mind, and martial arts he had almost forgotten were also rushing into his soul.

"Why stop me!" the King of Feilie roared.

"To chop you to death!" the Monarch roared back with even greater force—Soul Shock.

The Soul Shock didn't produce any effect. The only function was to weigh each other's soul strength, which was almost neck and neck.

The King of Feilie was incomparably shocked. He had lurked for hundreds of thousands of years, devoured and digested so many dragon souls, and successfully stepped into the realm of Chaos Black Crystal. He believed in his strength, and even if the Star God's true body were in front of him, he could step over it.

He didn't expect a skeleton to pop out from nowhere, whose level and strength were actually on par with his. Then what did his efforts over these years count for?

"Stop, why do we have to fight? We have no hatred." Although he was unwilling, the King of Feilie still endured and said. Being able to say this much already meant he had softened his stance.

The Monarch's offensive didn't slow down in the slightest. While fighting, he said: "You beat my child, and you say we have no hatred? Wait until I twist your skull off and refine a rattle for my child."

"Your child? Those Star-borns?" the King of Feilie said in astonishment.

"Is there a problem? You bring a bunch of undead Dragon-men; those who don't know would think you are a Dragon God," the Monarch chatted while fighting: "Don't just let me talk. Who are you?"

"Great Emperor Feilie," the King of Feilie said.

The Monarch said: "I already know this. I'm asking for your real identity. My child said you came from another God Star. What are you doing here?"

The King of Feilie was silent, and even his hand movements slowed down. He was caught by the Monarch, who punched him squarely on the cheek. Boom, a solid attack, and another wave of dazzling light exploded.

Under normal circumstances, even for a Mourning Skeleton, being hit head-on like this, the impact would penetrate the bone and bombard the soul inside the skull.

But the magical thing about the Star Skeleton's body was right here. All the impact was absorbed by the bones, the stars at the point of impact scattered, and then quickly gathered back. Between scattering and gathering, the impact generated by an attack was dissipated into nothingness.

It was also because of this characteristic that the Monarch and the King of Feilie had hit each other many times, but hadn't caused any damage, hard-forcing this lightning-fast, explosive battle into the current casual match of chatting while fighting.

Punching the King of Feilie back, the Monarch's knee strike followed immediately, but it was blocked by the King of Feilie, who kicked continuously, bang bang!

Another two strong lights of energy explosion and spatial ripples. The Monarch felt that the battle was too casual, and every punch and kick could shake space and annihilate all things.

To be honest, even if Ang came, he probably wouldn't have any good way to deal with it, and even skills like solidifying space and delaying time wouldn't work. He could only soul-shift and escape.

Only a Star Skeleton could withstand a Star Skeleton.

After another round of fast-paced fighting, the King of Feilie, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "The Main Star sent me here to seize the God Star's Soul."

"God Star's Soul? What is that?" the Monarch asked blankly. He hadn't even heard of this term.

"The initial stage of the God Star's consciousness. The God Star's Soul has hatched, and it is the God Star. If the God Star's Soul has not hatched, it is just a sun," the King of Feilie said.

"Hatched? A sun's egg? Does every God Star have a God Star's Soul?" the Monarch asked.

"No, the vast majority don't. They don't even have the qualifications to become a God Star. Only those who possess a God Star's Soul have the qualifications to hatch consciousness and become a true God Star," the King of Feilie said.

The Monarch couldn't help but ask curiously: "Then did you get the God Star's Soul?"

"No, they banished the God Star into the Boundless Great Void. I couldn't get in. The mission failed. If I return to the Main Star, I'm dead for sure. I can only stay here," the King of Feilie said.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Are you seizing the soul of this God Star" the Monarch pointed quickly at the God Star, which looked like a mung bean from far away, and continued: "Or are you seizing the soul of the Eternal Divine Light?"

Because the Monarch pointed in the direction of the God Star, the rhythm of the battle paused. The King of Feilie didn't attack but retreated, opening up distance from the Monarch. Seeing this, the Monarch didn't pursue. The two sides disengaged and temporarily stopped the battle.

"The Eternal Divine Light's. The Eternal Divine Light was banished, so I had no choice but to come here. The sun here doesn't have a God Star's Soul," the King of Feilie said.

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