Somewhere within the Divine Kingdom.
On a vast plain, three to four hundred demigods were gathered. These demigods were all dressed in the same black armor. Clearly, they were members of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter.
At this moment, these three to four hundred demigods had surrounded the hundred-plus demigods.
"Lord Bartholomew, all of them have been gathered."
A peak demigod bowed, lowering his head and speaking respectfully to another peak demigod.
The reason why he was so respectful was very simple.
Although they were both at the peak demigod level, this person in front of him was the second genius of the younger generation of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter!
He was many times more powerful than him.
The peak demigod known as Bartholomew had an extremely muscular body. In fact, he was comparable to a barbarian warrior. Just by standing here, he was like a sturdy fortress.
Bartholomew nodded slightly, not even giving the person who spoke a single glance.
Instead, he looked at the person next to him and said, "Wilfrid, this time, it should be my turn, right?"
Unlike Bartholomew's boorish appearance, this person was extremely handsome, and his aura was extremely noble. He was just like a noble.
This person was the number one genius of the younger generation of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter and was currently ranked number one on the blood-red screen of light.
Wilfrid!
When Wilfrid heard these words, he only gave Bartholomew a calm glance, then turned to look at the hundred or so demigods who had been surrounded.
"I can give you half," Wilfrid said.
Bartholomew's eyes widened, and his gaze was filled with rage. He shouted loudly, "Wilfrid, you've already taken away all of my points twice in a row. Your points are almost twice as high as mine!"
As he spoke, Bartholomew pointed at the blood-red screen of light hovering in the air.
First Place: Wilfrid. Points: 13,849.
Second Place: Bartholomew. Points: 7,139.
When Bartholomew saw the points on the screen of light, he grew even more furious.
"You still want to split it in half?"
Bartholomew shouted loudly, his voice almost condensing into circles of ripples that could be seen by the naked eye, spreading outwards, causing the surrounding peak demigod experts to be unable to help but cover their ears.
The surrounding hundred-plus demigod experts all had ugly looks on their faces when they heard the argument between Wilfrid and Bartholomew.
As one of the four great empires of the Plane of Slaughter, they were the geniuses of the younger generation of the Litlan Empire.
No matter where they went, they would receive the respect of everyone.
And now?
They were being discussed like livestock!
The hundred-plus demigod experts all had looks of humiliation on their faces. When had they ever been humiliated like this?
Their gazes towards Wilfrid and Bartholomew were filled with unconcealable anger and hatred.
But when everyone thought of their own endings, they couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.
The only reason why they were still alive was that Wilfrid and Bartholomew hadn't decided who would kill them.
When the two of them came to an agreement, it would be the moment when death would descend upon them.
A wave of unwillingness rose in the hearts of everyone.
They were all famous geniuses of the Litlan Empire, and they had such a bright future and long lifespans.
How could they die here?
Everyone exchanged a few glances, then discovered that the others were the same as them.
Everyone's gazes became resolute, and a thought flashed through their minds.
Rather than wait for death to descend without doing anything, it would be better to fight them to the death!
Thinking of this, more than a hundred demigods simultaneously attacked, attacking the surrounding slaughter denizens.
The more than ten most powerful peak-stage demigod experts in the group transformed into more than ten streaks of light, charging towards Wilfrid and Bartholomew in the skies.
In an instant, the plains were filled with a thick, dense power of the profound truths of the laws of slaughter. A large amount of space shattered, revealing a pitch-black color.
"Ah!"
Screams of agony rang out continuously.
Some were demigods of the Slaughter Divine Kingdom, and some were from the people of Litlan.
Wilfrid looked down at the commotion that had occurred. His face was calm, as though he didn't find this matter strange at all.
This sort of thing had happened countless times in the past few days.
But the result would always be the same.
More than ten peak demigod experts of the Litlan Empire circulated their slaughter laws to the limit, attacking the two of them together.
Wilfrid didn't move at all. It was as if he had been scared silly and had given up on resisting.
Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed through the eyes of the ten peak demigod experts. They thought that they were about to succeed.
Right at this moment, an enormous figure suddenly appeared in front of them.
It was like a sturdy fortress, blocking between them and Wilfrid.
It was Bartholomew!
More than ten peak-stage demigod experts, upon seeing this person, their pupils constricted.
However, he was also their target. They had already reached this stage, and it was too late for them to escape.
If they wanted to survive, they could only kill the two of them!
Everyone didn't stop moving. More than ten weapons wrapped in the arcane mysteries of the laws of slaughter suddenly chopped down on Bartholomew's body.
Clang!
In an instant, more than ten sounds of metal colliding rang out.
Everyone felt that something wasn't right. There wasn't the feeling of a weapon hacking into flesh and bone.
In the next second, when everyone saw what was happening before them clearly…
Everyone's bodies stiffened, and they were all stunned on the spot.
All of their decisiveness disappeared, replaced by unconcealable despair in their eyes.
They only saw a dozen or so weapons chopping down on Bartholomew's body, as though they were chopping down on the hardest highgod artifact.
Not to mention killing Bartholomew, everyone's full-force attack didn't even leave a single wound or a single mark on Bartholomew's body.
Instead, everyone's weapons were all chipped.
The dozen or so peak-stage demigod experts felt as though they had just stepped onto the path of cultivation, the first time they had encountered a monster.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow hard. Only fear remained in their hearts.
Under everyone's terrified gazes, Bartholomew struck out with his palm.
The slaughter laws wrapped around his hand, shattering the void with his bare hands, leaving behind a pitch-black mark.
The dozen or so peak-stage demigod experts didn't have the slightest bit of power to resist this attack. They were instantly smashed into dregs.
Seeing this, the people of the Litlan Empire who had been resisting and trying to flee were all stunned, their entire bodies trembling.
"Forget it. This time, it's yours."
Perhaps it was because the ten or so most powerful experts had already been killed by Bartholomew, Wilfrid spoke out.
Bartholomew nodded, revealing a satisfied look on his face. Then, his gaze was filled with cruelty as he stared at the people of the Litlan Empire on the ground.
…
A moment later.
The bloodstains on the plains converged into a small stream. The ground was covered with broken corpses as if there was a layer of blood fog covering this piece of land.
Bartholomew looked at the blood-red light screen in the sky. When he saw that the score behind the name had soared to 10,293, he revealed a satisfied expression.
At this moment.
Wilfrid suddenly frowned and said,
"Another group of people has died!"
