My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1067 - 318: Inheriting the Giant’s Legacy! Heavenly Corpse Dragon Form! Disciples Go Online! The Hunt Begins_5

Chapter 1067: Chapter 318: Inheriting the Giant’s Legacy! Heavenly Corpse Dragon Form! Disciples Go Online! The Hunt Begins_5

"I knew it, how could you possibly escape when the Great Elder makes a move? So, I thought about intentionally leaving and then killing my way back, and indeed, it paid off."

Wake Leaf chuckled, admiring Gary Smith, he exclaimed,

"Gary Smith, you truly are a top-tier monster of the new generation. With your own power, you’ve slain three mid-level Radiant Moon priests of the Cult of Evil God. Even our ancestors in their youth were no better.

Your talent really is beyond my imagination. If not for our past grudges, I wouldn’t have minded giving you my daughter’s hand in marriage and joining forces with you. It’s a pity that now, you have become an obstacle for the Leaf Clan!"

"The Leaf Clan?" Gary Smith asked in confusion, "Is this what you mean?"

He raised his hand, and an image emerged, showing the ruins of the destroyed Leaf Clan.

Looking at the familiar family stronghold, and the doors to the refuge known only by the family head, Wake Leaf could no longer keep his composure. He was certain this was not an illusion, and he roared,

"What exactly did you do?"

Gary Smith smiled and said, "You all pride yourselves on being the Star Clan, so I just helped turn them into stars. No need to thank me, just call me ’Gary the Benefactor’!"

Agnes Tennyson, looking at Wake Leaf’s distress, also realized something had happened to the Leaf Clan. Her face twisted, and with a hoarse voice, she said,

"Very well, you have successfully enraged me, Gary Smith. You might think your hidden abilities allow you to do whatever you want, but now, I have used the Star Light to mark you. Under this starry sky, you can no longer hide.

When I catch you, I will make you suffer a thousand, no, ten thousand times the pain of the dead members of the Leaf Clan..."

"Wait a minute!" Gary Smith interrupted him.

"It’s too late for regrets now."

Agnes Tennyson did not pay him any heed. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Star Light swept across the heavens, coldly stating,

"In fear, experience your last moments of life!"

As his words fell, the Azure Meteor Star Leaf unfolded, blotting out the sky. The vast starlight turned into a meteor shower, brimming with boundless fury, crashing down, completely engulfing the area within a hundred miles around Gary Smith.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He deliberately held back some of his strength, using only the power of a high-ranking Radiant Moon to overwhelm his opponent, keeping him alive on purpose.

He wanted Gary Smith to pay the price!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

In an instant, everything under this terrifying attack turned to ash, stirring up dust that blurred the view and leaving a huge crater with cracks all over, flickering with the residual sparks from the impacts.

Agnes Tennyson spoke indifferently, "The Star Anchor mark is still there. Find him and then torture his soul for a hundred years."

"Mhm."

Wake Leaf’s eyes burned with hatred. Just as he was about to take action, he suddenly felt the air picking up speed. A wild wind began to howl, quickly dispersing the dust.

At the bottom of the deep pit, a figure appeared.

He was dressed in a white formal attire, wearing a gentleman’s hat, and leaning on a dark golden cane, standing at the center of the crater, elegant and composed.

Gary Smith reached out his hand, dusting off the ash on his shoulder, and looking up at the two figures in the sky, he said with a smile,

"What I meant was..."

"Wait until I change my ’vest,’ and then I will come to slaughter you!"

PS: For occupying the space with such a long Chapter, I apologize and add seventeen hundred words as compensation, soliciting monthly tickets. Finally, let me explain that I don’t intend to write haphazardly. I have always seen things through, which can be seen from the consistent daily updates, maintaining a streak of updating on time for over two hundred fifty days, which certainly requires discipline. Some of the side storylines seem to be disliked by you, so I consider skipping them and speeding up the main plot, to avoid being accused of padding the word count. Current projections set the ending at three million words, although it may exceed that a bit. Good performance might add a little more. Lately, I’ve been physically unwell, and there’s too much happening at home; it’s genuinely frustrating. I’m not lamenting, as reality is not that sad, it’s just venting among friends. You come here to relax, not to add worries, and for that, I’m deeply grateful for the silent support of my readers.

Some readers are still fixated on the release schedule, and I too feel helpless. The Chapters are long, and the word count hasn’t decreased. So, I ask one last time; next time, I won’t use up the end of the volume to explain this. Do you prefer a single update in the early morning, or breaking it up into a few parts, updating at different times throughout the day? Given I have a part-time job managing a stable update of six to seven thousand words, occasionally eight thousand, isn’t really that small.