Chapter 453 -453-Forcing His Way into the Forbidden Zone
John spoke calmly.
"Does Tarlon actually have a rule like that?"
"Why haven’t I heard of it?"
The guard froze for a moment.
There really was no such rule.
But John’s response suddenly made him difficult to read.
Some instinct told the guard that there was something dangerous about this man.
He impatiently waved his hand.
"Since you have so much to say, go familiarize yourself with the rules first."
"Then register."
"Next!"
Yet John remained exactly where he was.
He didn’t move an inch.
The guard frowned.
"What are you still standing here for?"
"Get lost!"
John replied indifferently,
"I understand your rules."
"But you don’t seem to understand mine."
The guard immediately sneered.
"What?"
"Your rules?"
"You’re nothing more than a High God, yet you dare stand here and lecture me about rules?"
"Is there something wrong with your head?"
"Get the hell out of my way!"
"I don’t have time to stand here listening to your nonsense!"
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of everyone nearby.
The experts of Tarlon all turned to look.
Mocking smiles appeared on their faces.
"Heh. Another idiot who thinks he’s something special."
"What bullshit ’rules’?"
"He’s only a High God, yet he dares talk about rules in front of Tarlon?"
"He really doesn’t know how to spell death."
"Wasn’t there another guy saying the same thing yesterday?"
"Yeah. I think a few of our brothers beat him until even his soul was destroyed."
"There’s no helping it. This world is always full of arrogant fools who have no idea how weak they really are."
"Hahaha! Do these idiots think they’re John, the number-one contestant in the Myriad Worlds Tournament?"
"He’s just a High God. Does he really think he can fight ten people at once?"
...
Ivar also noticed the disturbance.
The girl beside him looked at John and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She couldn’t remember where she had seen him before, though.
So she merely sneered.
"Heh. That guy really has a death wish."
"He actually dares act arrogant in front of Tarlon."
"He must be tired of living."
Ivar, however, looked toward John with curiosity.
His instincts told him...
something was about to happen.
John ignored the mockery from Tarlon’s experts.
He simply raised one hand.
A small bell was spinning slowly above his palm.
BOOM!
The Oron Space-Time Bell instantly expanded.
It flew from John’s hand and hovered in the void.
One side of the bell was engraved with countless markings representing time.
The other side was covered in spatial scales.
The moment the Oron Space-Time Bell appeared, radiating faint purple light...
the surrounding space-time began to tremble.
An overwhelmingly powerful pressure descended upon every living being nearby.
It was an aura belonging to the God King level!
This was actually...
a God King-grade treasure!
Dong!
Dong!
The Oron Space-Time Bell released two ancient, desolate chimes.
Immediately afterward, translucent ripples of law spread outward like waves across water.
The ripples enveloped the surrounding space-time.
Every expert caught within them...
froze.
It was as if someone had pressed a pause button on the entire world.
Only John remained unaffected by his own treasure.
He calmly swept his gaze across the nearby experts of Tarlon.
The strongest among them were merely peak High Gods.
There were roughly 212 of them.
John raised one hand.
His middle finger pressed lightly against his thumb.
Then—
Snap!
The crisp sound echoed out.
At that exact instant...
the bodies of all 212 High God-level experts from Tarlon throughout the temporary encampment suddenly became covered in cracks.
Crack—
Crack! Crack!
Then, like shattered glass...
their bodies broke apart.
Countless fragments scattered across the ground.
And the life force within those fragments vanished completely.
At the same time, notifications began ringing continuously beside John’s ears.
[Reminder: You have killed 212 High God-level experts.]
[You have obtained a certain amount of EXP, wealth, and Fame.]
[Ding! Your Plunder Talent has been triggered.]
[You have designated 58 types of acquired Law Comprehension Points for plunder, totaling 23,200 points.]
[Reminder: Plunder has triggered a 10,000x amplification.]
[You have obtained 232 million Law Comprehension Points!]
[Reminder: You have automatically collected a number of High God-grade items.]
[Reminder: You have additionally collected a number of supergod-grade items.]
A faint smile appeared on John’s lips as he listened to the notifications.
More than two hundred million Law Comprehension Points.
Whether he converted them into comprehension of his branch laws or his primary Space-Time Law...
his progress would increase considerably.
"I’ll convert them into Space-Time Law."
John made his decision immediately.
He converted every Law Comprehension Point he had just obtained into cultivation progress for Space-Time Law.
Because Space-Time Law was of such an extraordinarily high level, its conversion efficiency was also the lowest.
Even more than two hundred million Law Comprehension Points could only be converted into a little over two thousand points of Space-Time Law cultivation progress.
But those two thousand points were nothing to underestimate.
For an ordinary expert who cultivated Space-Time Law...
that amount of progress could require two million years of cultivation.
In an instant, John’s comprehension of Space-Time Law surged.
[Ding! Congratulations! Your Law of Time cultivation has broken through to Grade Two!]
[Ding! Congratulations! Your Spatial Law cultivation has broken through to Grade Two!]
[Reminder: Your current Law cultivation progress is 20%!]
[Reminder: Your current realm has undergone a breakthrough.]
[Reminder: You may undergo a new realm assessment.]
"Assess."
John’s true body was still within the Myriad Races Universe.
So there was no need for him to return personally.
His true body could simply undergo the assessment directly.
Before long, the assessment was completed.
"The result is..."
"Peak High God!"
John’s eyes flashed.
"I’ve already reached the peak this quickly."
"As expected, killing really is the fastest way to improve."
"If the waters of the countless universes weren’t so deep, involving supreme powerhouses and even entities on the level of the universe itself..."
"I could simply slaughter hostile factions like the Vikan Covenant and use them to increase my strength."
A chilling gleam flashed through John’s eyes.
Then he stretched out his hand.
The Oron Space-Time Bell rapidly shrank back into a tiny bell and landed in his palm.
The instant its power over space-time disappeared...
all the surrounding experts regained their ability to move.
However...
space-time itself had been frozen just now.
That meant, from their perspective...
not even an instant had passed.
They were still waiting to watch John make a fool of himself when suddenly—
"Huh?"
"Where are all the Tarlon guards?"
"Weren’t they standing right here just now?"
"How did they suddenly disappear?"
"Even if they left, there’s no way all of us would fail to notice!"
"Wait..."
"Didn’t that guy argue with the guards just now?"
"I think he took out some kind of treasure..."
"And then all the guards disappeared."
"I saw that too."
"You don’t think he... did this to them, do you?"
"Hiss!"
"Be careful what you say!"
"You can eat the wrong medicine, but you can’t say the wrong words!"
The surrounding experts stared at the places where Tarlon’s guards had mysteriously vanished.
One after another...
their suspicious gazes slowly shifted toward John.