Salute to the General novel Chapter 3735

With a cold tone, Medille said, “Nathan, you should not have set foot in Divine Realm, nor should you have started this war. Do you know that after I annihilate you, I will exterminate all of your races? You've implicated the earthlings, the vampires, and these other alien clans. They all worship what you bestow, only to meet their ultimate demise!”

Nathan calmly said, “It is you who shouldn't have created a weapon of mass destruction and attempted to destroy the Earth. I merely struck first to gain the upper hand. I was forced to fight back! As for the extermination you mentioned, I'm not as bloodthirsty as you are. After I kill you, I will allow the Gods to surrender, giving them a chance to live. Once the universe regains its peace, you, the tyrant of the universe, will forever be nailed to the pillar of historical disgrace.”

Upon hearing this, Medille laughed without any sign of anger. “Hahaha... Kill me? You sure talk big. It's been ages since I last encountered a presumptuous and audacious man like you! Today, I will show you why the God King is called the God King!”

At the end of words were fists.

Issues that could not be resolved through conversation often could only be solved by force.

Nathan had no more patience for idle chatter as well. He beckoned, his voice cold and detached as he said, “Let's fight!”

At this moment, Medille was also filled with a murderous intent. He stopped talking, drew the greatsword from his waist with a backhand grip, and strode toward Nathan.

With each step he took, the earth trembled slightly, and with it, the hearts of everyone present.

Those weaker warriors, their faces instantly filled with pain, fled in terror.

Nathan drew The Unsullied. Facing Medille, he strode forward.

With every step Nathan took, the ground rippled like the surface of a lake, creating an illusion as if lotuses were blooming under his feet.

Also, as the ripples spread out from beneath Nathan and reached the surrounding God Warriors, their bodies instantly contorted grotesquely, their bones twisted in unnatural ways. They died on the spot, a sight of sheer terror.

One was hailed as the King of the Universe, the other the strongest God of War.

The two of them were like ancient beasts, heading straight toward each other.

Nathan's speed increased, and the distance between the two was closing. Just as he entered attack range, The Unsullied in Nathan's hand had already transformed into a streak of flowing light, striking out seven times like lightning toward Medille.

For the first time in many years, Nathan took the initiative to steal the limelight, showing his opponent the respect they deserved.

Medille calmly faced the battle.

His swordplay was as swift as the wind, astonishingly managing to parry all seven of Nathan's lightning-fast strikes with steady precision.

The two clashed swords, and with each collision, the space around them would distort. The chaotic and uncontrolled energy, like winding lightning, darted wildly in all directions.