Chapter 1223: Puppets (1/2)

Moves and blows flew between the Meteorite King and Dusksnow Morningstar in furious frenzy as both parties called upon their greatest strength and combat arts.

The king’s ultimate goal was to facilitate Morningstar in becoming a titled king, upon which the genius would then oversee his dying wish. Regardless, the Meteorite King wouldn’t go easy on his challenger in the process.

Though he appeared on the wane and sinking fast, that was just the result of splitting oneself into two. In reality, he was nowhere near the brink of death, despite having his strength whittled away.

Dusksnow Morningstar specialized in the bow and arrow. With the air beneath his feet, he quickly shifted through various positions and sent arrow after arrow whistling through the air like shooting stars.

Even one as strong as the Meteorite King was quite bedraggled from facing such an aggressive attack.

However, panic remained on the sidelines from beginning to end. He knew that he would be the ultimate victor as soon as Dusksnow Morningstar became a titled king. So while more arrows drilled through his body, his eyes grew brighter from all the injuries.

Growing numbers of living beings within Meteorite Peak lost their lives and a vast stream of flesh and blood essence surged into the king’s mind, strengthening his mental prowess.

Morningstar was in the full throes of a berserk battle rage; fires that sparkled like the stars burned around him. He’d completely forgotten everything—the only thought in his mind was to defeat the enemy in front of him.

Defeating the Meteorite King would make him a full, titled king!

In his burning obsession, he failed to notice the increasingly sinister smile on the king’s face.

The Meteorite King was completely on the back foot now. Though he was releasing all of his strength, he was still no match for the young genius.

Dusksnow Morningstar was only a hair’s breadth away from ascension. He would reach the apex when he killed the Meteorite King!!

“GO!!” He pulled his bow all of the way back and coalesced a hundred and eight thousand arrows of light, releasing a hail of projectiles on his opponent.

“Well met!” roared the king.

Hummm.

Gray light blossomed from his body and formed a huge shield in front of him. Although his plans hinged on his own death, he still didn’t take the matter lightly. He had to ensure that Morningstar clearly defeated him in proper combat—only then would the boy’s mentality be perfect without flaw and smoothly ascend to kinghood.

Boom!

A fraction of a breath passed before Morningstar’s arrows viciously bit into the king’s shield.

Craaaaack. Crumble!

Ugly cracks snaked across the enormous shield before it fell apart.

“Die!!” Eyes wide with bloodlust, Morningstar’s longbow erupted with light and formed the image of a titanic bow with an even bigger arrow of light on its string.

Hummmm.

Resonating with an ear splitting hum, the arrow sprang from the bowstring and bore down on the center between the Meteorite King’s brows.

The king gave up the fight in this moment. He couldn’t defend against this harrowing arrow, nor could he avoid it.

He’d lost. Or rather, he’d won!

Booooom.

White brilliance filled the sky over Meteorite Peak. Countless beings lifted their heads, forgetting to defend themselves from the vicious ghosts and awful scarabs in front of them. They stared dumbly in the direction of Dusksnow Morningstar and the Meteorite King.

A king had fallen!