With a two thousand feet golden dragon overhead, it was only too natural to flee as far away as possible.

A 10th Stage Tribulation Realm Expert going all out was absolutely not a simple matter.

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One can only imagine the death toll as collateral damage whenever great cultivators like Du Yimu would fight in the presence of those weaker than him.

With this particular situation now, there would be no doubt that millions would be slain in the aftermath of his rampage.

"Heaven Collapse!" A giant voice rang out in the heavens. This was of course none other than Du Yimu himself.

His form took a quick nosedive and his Wyvern Body was eerily burning in a golden shade.

"NOOOOOOO!" The masses beneath could only despair when they saw this sudden change. They have not escaped that far yet.

Should this big serpent land true then they would be squashed to oblivion in consequence.

"PUCHI!" A long gargantuan spear materialized out of nowhere.

The dragon who was about to descend was still complete at one time but upon the next breath, it could be seen that it had already been poked cleanly through like a pig on a stake.

Time seemed to stand still for some precious seconds before the borrowed essence of the world returned to its origins.

The Wyvern Transformation became human again and the result of what Du Yimu suffered could not be put into words at this time.

His corpse painted a sad scene indeed for one so revered while he was still alive. Alas, a 10th Stage Tribulation Expert died in such a gruesome death.

The billions in attendance were stunned in place.

* * *

Deep inside the Dark Dragon Sect, an old man opened his eyes in a brilliant rainbow shade.

He was brimming with so much holy light that anyone who can see him now would easily assume that this man was a saint and no other.

Unfortunately, they would be mistaken with such a first thought.

One should know that the Dark Dragon Sect mainly specializes in savage and merciless techniques and not one akin to those Buddhist monks who loved to spread kindness to the world.

Thus, it was truly curious to see how this expert has come to appear like this to begin with.

"An Enlightened Realm Expert?" The old man whispered after his divine senses scoured the distance.

"But how come i don't recognize this person?" His forehead wrinkled some more in concentration and thought.

He tried to remember anyone who could use this kind of spear technique in his long life. Alas, he tried and failed in his efforts.

"Is this man perhaps someone from the hidden clans?" The old man guessed in his heart.

"No matter. All shall be known sooner or later." He said and closed his eyes once more.

Although Du Yimu was also part of his Dark Dragon Sect but a dead man was not worth offending an Enlightened Realm Expert for.

To this result, Du Yimu was really unlucky in a sense. But even in death, Du Yimu still has great uses for this old man. A second passed and something astonishing happened.

There were a myriad of colors that arrived and were attracted into the old man's body.

What was stunning to see was how these different shades appeared to be forcefully pulled by invulnerable metal chains that surrounded them.

A few tried to escape this tight lock but it was a useless attempt in the end.

"CLANG!"

"CLANG!"

"CLANG!" The familiar sound of bundled chains rang out over and over again.

In the distance, it could be seen that these immaterial elements had originated largely from the fallen remains of Du Yimu.

* * *

"Thank you for the rescue, Senior!"

"I owe you a life, Senior!"

"I won't forget this kindness, Senior!" Many people bowed down in joy and relief. They all paid homage towards our bored gamer's way.

There was no doubt that they might have perished earlier. Everyone could feel their heartbeats still strong in their chest. A near death experience was certainly not an everyday matter.

"Think nothing of it. I did that not for you but for my people." Clark replied inside the comforts of his carriage. From start to finish, our bored gamer did not even show his face to Du Yimu.

It was a lamentable fact indeed but not for the billions who saw the battle firsthand.

This mystifying feature has only heightened their perception about our good gamer's status in their eyes.

"Continue the preparation." Clark instructed his men and women.

"At once, Senior Clark!" The people resumed building walls around and there was no disturbance to be had for a time.

A few hours more and the rest of Aurora arrived in blood and pain. They were reunited but sadly almost 1 million of them died from the earlier skirmish for resources.

Only 9 million survived in the end.

* * *

Night fell and there was an abundant fragrance of grilled meat in the air. Music also began to play and it was easy to tell that a celebration was close at hand.

"You little insects!"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE OR DIE!" An arrogant man arrived at this time. Behind him were 30 million people!

He scanned the nearby camps with his spiritual sense and saw that the strongest amongst this bunch was only a Core Creation Realm ant.

"Please wait a moment, Senior." Most of the 9 remaining million people in Aurora packed in quick steps. They could feel that the newcomer has an Earth Realm cultivation base.

This was not someone they could offend at all. A sea of cultivators parted and about 30 million cultivators waltzed deeper until they arrived at the last camp on the edge of billions of people.

This was the only Core Creation camp left before the neighboring bigger camps with Earth Realms and Heaven Realms at the head.

"You little insects!"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE OR DIE!" The arrogant man tried his trick once again but this time he was met with a different attitude altogether.

"HAHAHA!"

"A fool!"

"Stupid!" Sounds of ridicule reached the ears of this arrogant man. And it was alarming to note that this was coming from those camps with Earth and Heaven Realm cultivators.

'Something is not right here.' The arrogant man was not dumb at all. This last camp was of course our bored gamer's camp.

"Excuse me, Seniors. I have ey..." The arrogant man saluted and was about to say sorry for his mistake. Alas, he was not even able to finish his words.

"Let me take his head for you Senior Clark!"

"No! I shall do it for Senior Clark!"

"Who dares compete with me?! I will cut this idiot into pieces for Senior Clark!"

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A debate occurred and the participants were at least hundreds of powerhouses.

"I'm so very dead." The arrogant man whispered and could only stand there and await his demise. He tried apologizing many times but it all fell on deaf ears.

The debate went on for several breaths.