The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

"Hey, brat! Who gave you the right to embrace Fairy June? Are you courting death?" a young man, emitting the aura of a Peak Saint, shouted, his voice filling the area.

Hearing his voice, everyone snapped out of their reverie. They were all taken aback by the sight of Fairy June ignoring their gazes and intimately hugging a stranger. They looked at the young man, then redirected their gazes to Karsha, who was still embracing Fairy June.

"I'm talking to you, brat! Who do you think you are, touching what doesn't belong to you?" the young man roared again, his tone now laced with killing intent. Those below the Saint stage felt their bones freeze from the chilling aura, and even some Saints subconsciously broke into a cold sweat.

Karsha, on the other hand, didn't bother to directly acknowledge the young man. His senses had greatly developed, allowing him to perceive every single move made by those around him. Even if he couldn't, the system had his back, ensuring no enemy could sneak up on him.

So, instead of paying attention to the young man screaming like a madman, Karsha turned to June. "You know, crying is for little girls and widows," Karsha said jokingly, gently pulling June back. June's face turned red, realizing how close their bodies were.

"Tsk, you shouldn't have hugged me if you were going to get this embarrassed afterward," Karsha teased, and June's red face went back, planted against his chest. Seeing this, all the young men around them started emitting killing intent toward Karsha.

Karsha just snorted and then stomped on the ground. The 5-meter radius around them turned into a diamond, Then from the ground, a magnificent diamond throne appeared behind him, shocking everyone.
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They could see that Karsha hadn't used any skill, just pure control of the Earth Element. Those with an affinity for the Earth Element immediately felt enlightened, but the ones glaring at Karsha with murderous intent only grew more envious of what he was doing.

Only an idiot would see that and think it's normal, but sly bastards like them knew Karsha was showing off—and this display was dope as hell. Standing on diamond ground is a luxury only the richest can afford, yet Karsha merely stomped his foot and manifested a diamond throne.

But that wasn't all. After the throne appeared, without any warning, Karsha swept June off her feet, carrying her like a princess into the chair. June let out a startled cry, but before she could process what was happening, she was already seated on the diamond throne.

"Milady," Karsha said, extending his hand. An ice bowl filled with grapes appeared. He popped one into his mouth before offering the rest to June, who was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice when she took the bowl. Karsha smiled, plucked a grape, and gently placed it in her mouth.

"I'll be right back," Karsha said. June subconsciously nodded. Like her, almost everyone else was lost in thought. First, it seemed incredibly reckless for someone at the Grandmaster stage to ignore a bona fide Saint. Second, Karsha's public display of intimacy left many people utterly shocked.

It's one thing to be close with your partner, but another to show such affection to the most beautiful Fairy in the entire kingdom—if not the entire Central Continent.

"Hey, brat..."

"Oh, shut up. My name is Karsha—get it right," Karsha rudely interrupted the young man, who was about to shout and curse at him for the third time. He wasn't angry, just annoyed that someone who appeared to be his age, or close to it, was calling him a brat. That word was reserved for Sect Elders.

"Are you courting death?" the young man roared again.

"Seriously? Don't you have anything better to say? That phrase is outdated, dude. You sound like an idiot getting his balls kicked," Karsha chuckled, hearing the same tired phrase for the second time.

The people around remained in a state of shock, witnessing how nonchalantly Karsha was behaving. It was as if he held no trace of fear in his eyes. In the entire Drono Kingdom, Saints were treated with the utmost respect.

Most people saw Sages as heavenly beings, so when someone reached the Saint stage, they would quickly try to get close to them, hoping that when the Saint eventually broke through to become a Sage, they would remember their loyalty.

Saints were given the respect they deserved, and treated with grace and reverence. So for a Grandmaster stage expert to be casually playing around with one, the onlookers were torn between deciding if Karsha was an idiot or truly courting death. Confidence alone would never make a single one of them remotely think of talking back to a Saint.

"He's dead," a sect disciple said. He himself was a Saint, but even he wouldn't dare to talk back to a Peak Saint. The gap between them was just too wide. In cultivation, even a single-level gap could make a world of difference. He was only a Level 3 Saint, which meant he was six levels below the young man Karsha was openly badmouthing.

"Give me your life!" the young man roared, his sword shooting forward. Everyone expected Karsha to dodge or run. However, all they saw was a small smile on his face and his right leg kicking upward.

Bang!

"Argh!" A scream filled with pain and anguish tore through the air, sending chills down everyone's spines. From the moment the young man lunged forward to the moment the scream erupted, it all happened in a single second. Many couldn't even track the attack—they only realized what had happened when Karsha casually dusted off his leg.

On the other side, the young man who had attacked with his sword was now lying 12 meters away, barely conscious. Many still didn't know what had transpired, but when they saw the young man clutching his groin, they felt another wave of chills rushes through them.

The men nearby instinctively closed their legs, their hands reflexively reaching for their own as if in shared sympathy.

"Insolence! Who do you think you are, attacking a royal guard?" another person shouted from the same direction as the one now lying on the ground.

"Hey, stupid. How was I supposed to know he was a royal guard? Even if I knew, he attacked me first, so it's all self-defense," Karsha mockingly replied to the new speaker. Dusting off his arm, he added, "But seriously, why would a royal guard attack me anyway? Don't they have anything better to do these days?"

His question made many shift their gazes toward the Third Prince, but seeing him sit there without any expression, they all knew he was behind it. However, who were they to say anything? The Prince could do whatever he wanted, and they had no say in it.

"Another thing. I don't recall royal guards having free rein to roam around and do whatever they want. They're more like dogs on a leash—they only go where their master commands. So, does this mean there's a bigger dog somewhere controlling these puppies?"

Gasps came from different corners when Karsha asked this. It didn't take a genius to realize that he was referring to the Prince. Though he didn't directly mention him, the implication was clear enough that the Third Prince would take offense. As Karsha anticipated, the Prince's face twitched, but before he could respond, another voice rang out.

"Arrogant brat! Do you think that just because you survived a month on the island, you can talk down to anyone? Who do you think you are?" Vance's angry voice pierced the air, his killing intent chilling the atmosphere.

He had been holding back for a while, but seeing Karsha unknowingly insult the Third Prince, he saw this as a chance to show his anger and perhaps curry favor with the Prince by punishing Karsha.

"I failed to kill you last time, but I won't make the same mistake again," Vance growled, his killing intent intensifying and shocking everyone present. Among all the young heirs in the Drono Kingdom, Vance was considered one of the peak geniuses. He was also a Peak Saint, ready to break through to the Sage stage at any moment.

Karsha silently thanked his gods for delivering Vance to him at that moment. He had already noticed him the instant he appeared from the island. In fact, Karsha had the system identify almost everyone there, so even though they hadn't spoken, he already knew their names, ages, titles, and more.

He knew the guards were with the Third Prince, but he played it as if he didn't. He relished verbal conflict—something he excelled at—so seeing so many geniuses around, he couldn't help himself and went straight for the biggest fish.

And now, seeing Vance stepping up, Karsha thought, Who am I to deny such a divine gift?

"Well, would you look at that! If it isn't the doofus heir from that backwater, not-so-great family. How have you been?" Karsha's response once again left everyone stunned, especially those who knew about the brutality of the great families.

"It seems you've lost some weight. What's the matter? Have you been dreaming about me, unable to sleep at night?" Karsha teased, though he wasn't far off. Vance hadn't been sleeping well since Karsha humiliated him at the Sunlight Pavilion and later at the Alchemy Guild. He'd been having recurring dreams of killing Karsha in various gruesome ways.

But instead of bringing him satisfaction, every time he finished killing Karsha in his dreams, the face staring back at him was always full of ridicule. Every single time. Because of this, he had developed a heart demon and hadn't been able to cultivate properly since Karsha was sent to the island.

Now, seeing Karsha still toying with him like he was nobody, Vance's fury erupted. The seat he was sitting on shattered as he charged at Karsha, swords drawn.

Everyone expected an intense clash, but to their surprise, all they heard was a loud Bang, followed by a bone-chilling scream that seemed to shake the nine heavens.

<Ding! You have created a Tier 10 Skill: Balls Kicker>