Chapter 279: The Fury of the Stone Bear God

Fights at the gold rank and above are generally resolved in an instant, lacking the intense back-and-forth action seen in battles against two black iron-level opponents. Yet the danger involved is thousands of times greater.

Without Vincent as a powerful ally, Donald and his team took just over a minute to defeat the legendary warrior, the Bull Chief. This was mainly due to Donald’s clever tactics and extraordinary abilities as a gold-ranked archmage. Of course, the active cooperation of the female sword saint and Uther, two other gold-ranked warriors, was also crucial. It would have been easy for Donald to defeat a legend alone, but keeping them at bay would have been difficult given the gap in strength.

On the other side, with Vincent in a frenzied state, unable to pay attention to anything else but his opponent and the battle, Carlisle and his team brought into play the powerful combat techniques passed down from the Magic Empire era, along with Vincent’s own Storm Swordsmanship. Faced with such relentless attacks, even the Bull God, who was far stronger, found himself struggling. With Carlisle, a true legendary sword saint, supporting him, every time the Bull God launched a powerful attack, Carlisle would intervene to weaken or disrupt it, causing Vincent immense suffering while leaving the Bull God frustrated and unable to vent his anger.

Moreover, the Bull God lost his sanity in battle, focusing solely on delivering fierce blows, which only served to make him Vincent’s practice partner.

The entire battle lasted about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Vincent, who had been fighting at full intensity, was drenched in sweat, but this did not dampen his fighting spirit. Suddenly, he let out a loud cry and unleashed a gray sword aura straight at the Bull God.

Unlike his previous pale green gold sword aura, this new aura lacked its sharp, violent intensity but was ten times more powerful. Previously, the Storm Swordsmanship could at most cause minor superficial wounds on the Bull God’s highly defensive body, with little blood flowing before the wounds healed quickly. But this unassuming gray aura pierced through the Bull God’s chest, creating a basin-sized wound that made him roar in pain.

At that moment, the Bull God, who was charging forward, was blocked by Carlisle’s sword. At such a critical moment, Vincent naturally wouldn’t allow the Bull God to interfere and cause any setbacks.

As if everything had fallen into place, after Vincent exerted all his strength to release that sword energy, he successfully broke through the barrier and reached the realm of the Legendary Sword Saint. At this moment, Vincent’s body was empty, making him at his weakest, yet he was extremely excited.
“Haha! Legendary Sword Saint… I’ve finally achieved it!” Donald and the others were overjoyed that Vincent had become a Legendary Sword Saint after a fierce battle.
However,Feng Lier, who was busy fighting against the frenzied Bull God, moving around like a monkey battling an elephant, was not happy about this.
“Hey! Stop just watching! This guy is really fierce—let’s finish him off quickly!” Although everyone wanted to see more of Carlisle’s embarrassed situation, they knew time was pressing. So, aside from Vincent, who was recovering his strength using the potion provided by Donald, the other three also joined forces to attack the Bull God.
“Moo moo!” Under the combined attacks of the four, the Bull God roared in pain but couldn’t kill any of them and escape this predicament.
Even legendary warriors couldn’t withstand the frenzied Bull God head-on, let alone those with golden strength. Fortunately, Carlisle cast several curse spells, and Donald used magic to weaken the Bull God’s overall power. Both of them used abilities based on divine power—especially Donald, whose natural divine lineage reduced the restrictions on using divine spells, allowing his weakening spells to affect even legendary totem gods.
After struggling for two minutes, and with Vincent, the newly appointed Legendary Sword Saint, joining the fight after recovering 30% of his strength using the potion, the powerful Bull God could no longer withstand the attacks and finally collapsed, covered in wounds.
Donald immediately seized the Bull God’s body and its soul, which hadn’t yet returned to its totem, then went to its altar to claim its totem deity.
The others took control of the indigenous people of the Bull Tribe and began searching for the treasures stored by the Bull God and its tribe.

“Hurry up! I have a bad feeling!” Urged by Donald, the group finished looting the treasures in less than three minutes. Most of the indigenous people were gathered together, waiting for Donald to decide their fate. As long as their guardian god was alive, they would resist fiercely, but after their god’s death, since most ordinary people who challenged totem gods or other totem gods did so to gain divine status and greater power, they would not be executed unless the tribespeople provoked them. They would be treated as temporary slave captives, and once they converted, they would regain their freedom as commoners and become subjects of the new god. Due to this long-standing rule on the Totem Continent, the members of the Bull Tribe, who had been shouting and fighting just moments ago, now hesitated, some allowing themselves to be manipulated by the outsiders with little will to resist.

At this moment, Donald, who had successfully obtained the Bull God’s totem, arrived at the square where those people were gathered. He waved his hands repeatedly, bringing most of the young men and children from the Bull Tribe’s two thousand members into the demi-plane sustained by the Kingdom of Truth.

The rest were mostly the old and weak. Although there were still hundreds of them, Donald did not take them in. Instead, he hurriedly said to his companions, “There’s no time! Let’s go!” Before his words faded, the five of them disappeared in a burst of light.

Seeing the invaders who had killed their guardian god vanish, the remaining members of the Bull Tribe breathed a sigh of relief. But then, realizing that their former god was dead and that the victors had no intention of becoming gods and taking over the tribe, these abandoned indigenous people began to panic.

However, their panic didn’t last long. Less than a minute after Donald and his group disappeared, a fiery red light streaked across the sky toward the Bull Tribe like a meteor.

This red meteor moved at incredible speed, arriving before the Bull Tribe in just a few blinks.

As the red light dissipated, a towering man thirty feet tall appeared—muscular and robust, with a beard as thick as animal fur. His bare chest was covered in thick bear-like hair, his eyes were fierce and large as bells, his skin had a stone-like grayish texture, and his hands held hammers surrounded by flames.

Seeing the chaotic scene after the battle, the man roared, “Who is this? Who dares kill one of my Stone Bear God’s subordinate gods!” It was none other than Stone Bear Ji, the demi-god totem god who had sensed the death of the Bull God!

From the time Donald and the others killed the Bull God to the appearance of the red meteor, it was only three to five minutes. Yet this man rushed from the Stone Bear Mountain territory thousands of miles away to the Bull Tribe at the border between the southwest and the interior. This showed just how formidable the strength of a semi-divine warrior could be!
No wonder the Stone Bear God was so angry. The Bull God was its most loyal subordinate, having followed it since it was still the Golden Totem God. Although the Bull God had some mental issues and would lose control in battle, it was precisely because of this that it became the most fierce general under the Stone Bear God. Its simplicity also ensured its loyalty. Among the Stone Bear God’s subordinates, only the Bull God was truly trustworthy—someone it could rely on completely.
If it weren’t for the Bull God’s brutal tactics and excessive killing, which angered several lower-ranking totem gods, the Stone Bear God wouldn’t have exiled it to this place.
And now, in this area it had deliberately chosen—where there were no powerful totem gods or strong backgrounds—the Bull God was killed under mysterious circumstances. How could this not anger the Stone Bear God?
With a sweep of its divine power, it gathered the auras of those who had fought against the Bull God. Immediately, it used its divine senses to pinpoint their locations. Then, looking at the remaining natives, it said, “The Bull God is dead. What use are you to me?” Such a small group held no value to it at all.
With a swing of its hammer, the Bull Tribe was reduced to a crater of ruins in an explosion of energy. There were no intact objects, let alone living beings.
Without even glancing at the destruction it had caused, the Stone Bear God immediately flew toward the northwest.