SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 756

Chapter 756: Do you know who you are talking to?

"Completely unfair." Kael was grinning as he lost once again to yet another blood avatar. It was as if all of a sudden the blood avatar had become a lot more stronger. It was now almost twice as fast as him.

"Impossible! How is this guy so strong? I can’t even fight his clone? This is complete bullshit but I love it. Our competition is still going on, bud. Don’t think I am bowing out just yet." He laughed and bounded at top speed to another location.

This time, Kael was faster and he managed to grab the treasure which was a small pearl. Damon’s blood avatar was a moment too slow to arrive at the spot. "Ha Ha. I got you bud!" The beastkin was about to blast away when suddenly he stopped in spot.

All signs of playfulness disappeared from his face and his eyes widened in shock. He turned and stared in a specific direction completely dumbfounded. He stood in a trance as a single image flashed in his mind.

The image of a small blade of grass.

The next moment he shot forward with an absurd speed. Golden light flashed around him as a powerful aura emerged. He shook his head and let out a rumbling roar, speeding forward like his life depended on it.

It was not just him. All around the world many people reacted the same way. They instantly dropped what they were doing and turned toward the same direction as if pulled by an invisible force.

The chaotic competition that had filled the world for the past few days came to an abrupt halt. Elves stopped mid-battle. Beastkin abandoned treasures they had just found. Change swept across the entire realm.

Everyone had seen the same thing.

A single blade of grass.

However, everyone felt the same thing. Something ancient and profound had awakened, and it was pulling them forward like a tide.

No one spoke of it, yet everyone understood that the competition had changed. The scattered treasures that had kept them running across the world suddenly felt insignificant.

Something far greater had appeared. Across forests, valleys, and ruined cities, countless figures began moving in the same direction. Golden streaks of beastkin energy tore across the plains. Silver flashes of elven magic darted through the sky. Human cultivators rode waves of mana as they pushed their bodies to the limit.

"Stop. Our prince has already claimed this treasure. If you go any further, then we will consider it as an open attack on the entire sector!"

Dozens of armored elves stood in formation, their silver armor glowing faintly with mana. Behind them rose a floating barrier of pale light that sealed off the valley beyond. At the center of the formation stood a young elf in regal robes, his expression calm but cold.

For a moment the entire valley fell silent. Then someone laughed.

A tall beastkin with striped fur stepped forward, rolling his shoulders lazily. "Your prince claimed it, huh?" He glanced around at the crowd gathering behind him. "Funny. I don’t remember your sector name. Was it the ’no one gives a shit’ sector?"

Several beastkin snorted.

The lead elf’s eyes narrowed. "Leave. This is your final warning."

"Yeah?" the beastkin replied, baring sharp teeth in a grin. "And if we don’t?"

Mana began gathering like storm clouds above the valley. More people arrived every second, landing on trees, cliffs, and ruined structures surrounding the clearing.

An armored human cultivator floated down beside the beastkin, crossing his arms. "Your sector doesn’t own the event."

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