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The pressure emitted from both Supremes distorted the very fabric of the earth. The ground trembled slowly, groaning beneath their overwhelming auras.

Both Greg and Emperor Augustus were left stunned by the sheer destruction caused by just the pressure alone—but of the two, Greg was the most shocked.

He was amazed to find that Drakonix's power felt exactly like the one he had experienced from Sabbah. That strength—the overwhelming might tied to an absolute concept. That could only mean one thing.

> Drakonix... has an absolute concept too? Greg thought in disbelief, the realization sending chills down his spine.

If Drakonix truly wielded an absolute concept, then his previous attempts to confront him as a mere level four had been laughable—borderline suicidal. He had been nothing more than a fool charging at a god, leading his sister and himself straight to death's doorstep.

"I need to ask him why I was spared," Greg muttered to himself, confusion tightening in his chest.

Meanwhile, Drakonix and Grey locked eyes. They stood motionless for a few seconds, but their intent was clear. In an instant, both vanished, moving faster than the speed of sound. Greg and Emperor Augustus couldn't follow their movements at all—even the blurry afterimages were nearly impossible to track.

BOOM!

Their fists collided midair, unleashing a shockwave that shattered the surrounding space. Voids and miniature black holes formed in the wake of the impact, sucking in debris and distorting the air around them.

Watching the carnage unfold, both Greg and Emperor Augustus came to the same unspoken conclusion—they had to run. Staying near such a battle meant death. They turned and began retreating as far as they could.

The ground cracked beneath them, a massive crater forming from the clash—one so deep and vast it made the impact left by Brian's Heaven's Fall technique look like a scratch.

Drakonix and Grey separated, landing on opposite sides of the field. Both understood the truth now: if they wanted to win, they would have to go all out.

Grey unsheathed his sword—a deceptively plain-looking weapon with an edge that glimmered with cosmic sharpness.

Drakonix, on the other hand, began to transform. His figure grew and shifted until he stood in his full dragon form—massive, terrifying, and majestic. His immense horns curved like regal crowns, and his pristine, radiant scales gleamed like celestial armor. His very presence commanded awe.

"It seems today, I'll have to kill a dragon," Grey said calmly, gripping his sword with practiced ease.

"Hmph. One lucky win against the Spirit King and now you think you're a hotshot?" Drakonix sneered. Opening his maw wide, he began channeling the signature move of dragons—Dragon's Breath, while Grey prepared to unleash Heaven's Fall from the start.

"Dragon's—"

"Heaven's—"

Both of them shouted their techniques, only to be interrupted as several beings appeared out of thin air, restraining them both before they could act.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the Dwarf King bellowed, his warhammer extended threateningly toward Drakonix. "Have you all forgotten the rule forbidding conflicts between Supremes? Because it sure looks like you two are about to flatten not just this continent, but the whole damn world!"

Grey and Drakonix stared at each other for a tense moment. With resigned expressions, they slowly began to stand down. Drakonix returned to his human form, while Grey sheathed his blade once more.

"I believe you both owe us an explanation for violating the agreement we all set," the Celestial King said coldly, his voice like still thunder.

He was a being of serene authority—white-haired, smooth-skinned, with a crown forged of divine ore. The artifact was crafted by the Celestial of the Forge himself and made from enough divine ore to forge a hundred celestial weapons. A masterpiece. Replicating it was nearly impossible—unless one was willing to declare war on other celestials and seize their weapons, a path few dared to tread.

The Celestial King stood with perfect posture, his white robes immaculate, his presence serene yet commanding. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Grey remained silent at first, but then spoke, "I was about to deal with a mortal who defied me and led my empire to ruin—one who continues to challenge me even after I showed mercy. I was simply ensuring justice was served."

The Supremes exchanged glances. Grey's reasoning seemed... reasonable enough.

"And you?" the Celestial King turned to Drakonix, prompting every Supreme present to fix their eyes on him.

"Well, he tried to hurt my patron," Drakonix replied casually. "No way I'm letting that happen."

There was a beat of silence. Most of the Supremes blinked, sharing puzzled, slightly estranged expressions.

"Patron?" Leviathan muttered, scanning the area until her gaze settled on Greg. "You mean... that human?"

"The human is your patron?" asked the World Tree, speaking through its elven vessel.

"Yeah. What's the problem with that?" Drakonix asked, completely shameless.

"Husband!" The sudden cry from the Vampire Queen broke the air, her voice filled with glee as she spotted Greg. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, but Greg ignored her entirely—as if she didn't exist.

"Still as cute as ever," she murmured with a dreamy smile. Her reaction made several Supremes visibly cringe.

None of them could understand where the cold and ruthless Vampire Queen had gone—now acting like a lovesick girl just because of a mortal. And not just any mortal, but one who had somehow won Drakonix's patronage.

"Alright," the Celestial King said, clearing his throat, "let's try to preserve some dignity in the name of the Supremes. Compose yourselves."

Order gradually returned, the atmosphere settling as each Supreme resumed their proper demeanor.

"Alright, a human dared to disrespect a celestial — not just any celestial, but one of the Supremes. I see no reason why he should live," the werewolf alpha said, folding his hands over his chest, intent on preserving the honour of the Supreme.

"Yeah, I think you should die too," the vampire queen bit back.

The celestial king, realizing they were about to descend into another heated discussion, was forced to create a barrier over them to prevent outsiders from listening in on their conversations or watching them.

"Enough, Jane. Stop acting like a child. We need to discuss this quickly and disappear — our presence is already causing too much distortion in this world," the dwarf god interjected, feeling the increase in mana purity and the subtle warping of space caused by their divine presence.