Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The faces that returned to the Cold Prince's robe let out the same cry as the Cold Prince. Each face had the same terrifying expression as the Cold Prince!

"You don't even know that you're living in a ridiculous world under other people's control. Consider yourself lucky an imbecile like you has the chance to witness the descent of a real god!" The Cold Prince opened his mouth as if he was drawing in something.

The faces on his robe performed the same action. They were taking crazily deep breaths, as if they were drawing in the hatred of the entire world!

An eerie red light encapsulated the Cold Prince. His body resembled that of a teenage boy, but it now began to grow rapidly. His bones began to crack. Instead of saying he was growing, it was more like something was bursting out of his tiny body!

Mo Fan saw dark red flesh poking out of the human skin. The Cold Prince's skin had burst open. It was difficult to imagine that the monster hiding inside it was around ten meters tall. It was easily seven times the Cold Prince's initial size!

"So you're a monster," Mo Fan chuckled upon seeing the thing that had burst out of the Cold Prince's body.

"I do feel jealous of people like you. You are always so naive... well, they do say that ignorance is bliss. Do you even know the origin of the Cold Prince?" The Cold Prince's voice did not change much even though he was currently ten meters tall. Two horns had grown out of his forehead, with an eye hanging between them. It emitted a different light than the other two eyes.

"Why would I be interested in the story of a monster that's about to die?" Mo Fan Summoned his two flames. The silhouette of the Flame Belle Empress appeared behind him. The sacred light of his flames forced the Underworld creatures to hastily withdraw some distance away!

"Osiris wanted to kill Khonsu, but the cunning woman used the Triangle Dimensional Mirror to escape her fate, making countless people suffer in her place. Aren't the current rulers of the world just the same as the b**ch Khonsu? Do you think what they did was any better than what Khonsu did?

"The first Cold Prince was the servant that smashed the Triangle Dimensional Mirror into pieces, yet he was despised by the world in the end. The rulers might be despicable, but the people did not deserve any mercy, either. They assumed ignorance to be justice, and they blindly followed the so-called peace and harmony that their rulers were bringing them. Don't you know? It's like a shepherd comforting his livestock before slaughtering them. Most amusingly, there's still someone like you, desperately still trying to protect this deformed world! I have to say, I'm really impressed!" the Cold Prince sneered.

"Well, that's just a part of the reason. I only want to kill you because I feel disgusted by you!" Mo Fan could not have cared less about the world-toppling ideas that the Cold Prince was talking about.

If a Red Cardinal did not have some sort of beliefs, how could they possibly gather so many followers? Every Red Cardinal was clearly a genius among the bad guys, and they could easily justify the bad things they did as a holy cause worth the lives of others. If anyone tried to comprehend it with logic, it might sound reasonable and convincing, but the truth was, they were only preying on human's selfishness and greed!

"You don't believe me?" The Red Cardinal looked down at Mo Fan. His weird face was wearing an extremely fake smile.

"What's the meaning of saying all that?" Mo Fan remained unmoving. His demon blood was still being awakened, so he was still taking his time. Besides, the Cold Prince did not seem to have any intentions of running away. The battle had to end in the Red Cardinal's death, unless the Cold Prince really did have the power to take him on!

"I can show it to you," the Cold Prince said.

"You call yourself the God of Death, but I actually just beat the crap out of a so-called God of Death in Greece quite recently. I wonder if the god you mention would stand a chance against my fists?" Mo Fan slowly lifted his fist. The demon flames for a kilometer around began to gather toward it, forming a brilliant radiance around Mo Fan's wrist!

"The strength of faith that the first Cold Prince bore from all the hatred directed at him is the strongest power I have ever seen. I'm the real God of Death!" Cold Prince screamed.

The real God of Death?

People often called something that brought death and fear that they could not defeat a God of Death. There were many Gods of Death in this world, but there were mostly just a bunch of lunatics who thought they could destroy everything after gaining access to some evil power!

It was obvious that the Cold Prince was proud of the strength of the evil faith he had gathered. The strange-looking monster with three eyes that burst out of him was the depiction of the god that he passionately believed in!

The situation was a lot simpler, then!

Mo Fan just had to use his force to crush the god that the Cold Prince believed in!

The Cold Prince claimed the hatred of the world as the source of his strength, but the truth was, he was only using it as a disguise for a special power of the Curse Element that people did not recognize. He was using some complicated belief to cover the ridiculous truth of his power.

It was just the power of the Curse Element. The reason why gods were gods was because they were unbeatable, but today, Mo Fan would smash this so-called god to pieces with his fist. He was not only trying to destroy the Cold Prince, but the bad guys in the past and present that worshiped the evil gods!

He would show them how frail the gods they worshiped were!

They would be punished according to the sins they had committed!

If there was indeed an after-death world, it was going to be Hell, where their souls would suffer endless torture!

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The demon flames reached their limit. The formidable energy desperately needed a way to be released. Mo Fan's patience for and hatred of the Cold Prince had reached his limit, too. He was disgusted by the thought of letting the scourge live for even a second further!

"Demon Radiant Fist!"

A ray pierced through the dim sky, followed by a brilliance comparable to that of the sun. Scorching heat rolled in all directions like an unstoppable tide, resulting in a fire calamity devouring the army of undead, and everything else!

The shadow of Flame Belle Empress had granted Mo Fan absolute control of the Fire Element. All of the Fire Magic within a hundred kilometers was completely under his control. The ground ruptured as soon as he threw his punch out. Thousands of fiery pillars soared into the dark sky, prying open the gloomy clouds looming over Squaretrek Plain!

Lava and volcanic ashes scattered in the air, turning into burning webs looming over the place. No matter how quick the Cold Prince moved along Squaretrek Plain, there was no way he could escape the flames of condemnation!

The fiery pillars and the flames shrouding the sky were like Hell on Earth. The Underworld creatures within a kilometer burned away swiftly amid the insanely high temperature. Even the Commander-level creatures did not survive the heat and impact of the scorching lava and fiery pillars. They turned into scattering ashes, just like mere insects!

The Underworld creatures within a kilometer fled for their lives when they realized a powerful demon was among them. Unfortunately, Mo Fan had run out of patience with the Cold Prince, sealing the fate of the army of undead nearby.

Mo Fan was not fussy about controlling his flames. His first priority was to kill the Cold Prince, but he would not show any mercy to the greedy creatures of the Underworld, either.

Besides, he needed their Soul Remnants and Soul Essences to pay off the debt from using the Demon Element!...

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"My Heavens..."

"Are...are they all dead?"

"Is the person that was knocked flying… really Master Cold Prince?"

The members of the Black Vatican and the soldiers on the Great Wall witnessed the destruction that the flames and the single punch had brought. Every creature of the Underworld within a kilometer of it had died. How powerful was the existence responsible for it?

The heat drove away the aura of death and froze the army of undead in their tracks. The fiercer the flames that were burning the undead mercilessly were, the greater the hope that was ignited in the hearts of the defenders.

They had sworn to protect the wall to their death. If they failed to hold their ground until their families and the people were evacuated to safety, wouldn't all their sacrifices until now be in vain? How sorrowful and despairing would it be, knowing that they could not change the outcome, even if they were willing to die for it?

The Magic Fire Beacons were still burning, symbolizing the unyielding spirit of the defenders. When the demon flames burned the Underworld creatures into ashes like rice straws, it served as a great spark to the fire burning in the hearts of the soldiers!

Since they had come prepared to sacrifice their lives, they did not want to die for nothing. They would become brilliant and scorching meteorites that the whole world could see!

It was unnecessary to doubt their decision or cower. Even if they could live for another ten or twenty years, they would only live in remorse for the rest of their lives, regretting their decision of not turning their lives into the inextinguishable flames of the Magic Fire Beacons, just so the wall could stand for a second longer!

"Mo Fan, leave the fortress to us, make sure you send that son of a b**ch Cold Prince to Hell!" Zhao Manyan saw Mo Fan's flames burning brightly amid the army of undead. He had never felt so fearless of death in his entire life!

He was going to be proud of this experience for the rest of his life. There were many people who were weaker than him on the wall, yet they all believed in one thing.

The Black Vatican had be eliminated!

The Wall must remain standing!

The flames of the Magic Fire Beacons must not be extinguished!

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A strong murderous aura and scorching flames lingered in the air. Every punch that demon Mo Fan threw resulted in a destructive blow from the Fire Element. The god that believed in the strength of evil faith and his huge monstrous body were drowned in Mo Fan's continuous attacks. It seemed to have proved Mo Fan's statement: he had beaten the crap out of someone regarded as the God of Death in Greece recently; how many punches could this other God of Death endure?

God of Death?

If such frail beliefs were enough to make a person a god, the power of the Demon Element that Mo Fan possessed would make him the ultimate dominator that even gods had to bow before!