Chapter 687: Money Becomes Power
Dozens of brutal auras erupted from Vornak Planet and shot into space.
BOOOOM!
The atmosphere trembled as powerful figures broke through the clouds one after another.
Garion’s group looked down calmly.
Feron stood at the front with both hands behind his back, his lazy expression still there, though his eyes carried a sharper light than before.
Iris and Varka floated slightly behind him, already recovered from their short fight.
Loraine and Erlin stood beside them, their expressions calm and focused.
A moment later, the strongest aura finally appeared.
The space above Vornak Planet shook.
RUMBLE!
A massive figure slowly rose from the planet’s atmosphere.
Lord Vornak appeared.
His body was enormous, covered in rough battle scars, and his dark iron-like skin seemed even harder under the light of nearby stars.
He wore heavy black armor around his waist and shoulders, but most of his upper body remained exposed, as if he did not care about ordinary attacks at all.
The moment he appeared, the Vornak warriors behind him immediately lowered their heads.
"Lord Vornak!"
Lord Vornak ignored them and looked straight at Feron. "So you are the one, huh?"
Feron looked up at him.
For a moment, the two simply stared at each other.
One was the ruler of Vornak Planet, a monster born from a world famous for body cultivation.
The other was Bruno’s son, a lazy young master who had just gone through God Gym’s insane hidden ultimate training and become a true Star Realm being.
Feron’s mouth slowly curved. "Of course."
He floated forward slightly, his Star Realm aura rising from his body like invisible pressure. "Now I’ll ask you again."
His voice remained casual, but the threat behind it was no longer hidden. "Are you going to surrender or not?"
The Vornak warriors’ expressions immediately turned furious.
"Arrogant!"
"You dare speak to Lord Vornak like that?"
"Outsider bastard!"
Lord Vornak raised one hand.
The warriors instantly fell silent.
He stared at Feron for a few seconds before giving a low laugh. "Submit?"
His huge hand slowly clenched into a fist.
CRACK! CRACK!
The sound of his knuckles cracking echoed like stones splitting apart. "If you can beat us all, we will."
The surrounding Vornak warriors immediately released their own pressure.
Dozens of Star Realm auras erupted at once.
The space around them became heavy and violent, as if the entire sky above Vornak Planet had turned into a battlefield.
Feron looked at the warriors behind Lord Vornak, then glanced at the four women beside him. "Okay, then."
He pointed toward the Vornak warriors with one hand. "You four handle them."
Feron’s gaze returned to Lord Vornak. "I’ll handle Vornak."
Lord Vornak’s eyes became colder. "You think you can face me alone?"
Feron chuckled softly. "That’s the plan."
He stretched one hand lazily, but the pressure coming from his body kept rising.
"After all, I didn’t come all the way here just to watch my girls have all the fun."
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Dozens of Vornak warriors spread across the space outside Vornak Planet, their brutal Star Realm auras pressing forward like an iron wall.
Feron looked at them for a moment, then glanced back at Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin.
"There are too many enemies, so it’s time to unseal yourselves."
The four women reacted immediately.
Iris rolled her shoulders as flames exploded from her body. "Finally."
Varka cracked her knuckles, her wild expression turning even more dangerous. "Hahaha! Good. I was getting bored."
Loraine exhaled softly, golden light gathering around her sleeves. "Understood."
Erlin did not say anything. She simply closed her eyes as faint moonlight spread beneath her feet.
The next instant, four completely different powers erupted at once.
BOOOOM!
Iris raised one hand, and a flaming spear condensed in her grip.
The spear was long, sharp, and covered in crimson-gold dragon flames. Heat twisted the space around her as her aura became fiercer.
Her Unsealed State was not a full dragon transformation.
Instead, her dragon flame had become a weapon.
[Igris Spear]
Feron glanced at it and nodded. "Not bad."
Iris pointed the blazing spear forward. "This spear pierces the body, burns the blood, and keeps burning from the inside. Let’s see how tough these bastards really are."
Beside her, Varka’s body trembled as dark-red Drakhor energy erupted around both arms.
Unlike Rovak, she did not become a huge monster.
Instead, a pair of brutal black-red gauntlets formed over her hands and forearms.
The gauntlets looked heavy, savage, and alive, with sharp knuckle plates and pulsing blood-red veins across the metal.
[Vrakmor Gauntlets]
Varka slammed both fists together.
BANG!
The shockwave made several Vornak warriors step back.
Her expression turned feral. "These things get heavier every time I hit someone. The longer I fight, the worse it gets for you."
Golden coins suddenly appeared around Loraine.
In only a moment, their number increased from dozens to hundreds, then to thousands, until they floated around her like a shining storm.
The coins spun silently through space while her calm expression remained unchanged.
[Golden Fortune Domain]
Loraine lifted one finger, and the coins rang softly.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
"Okay, you three. These golden coins can provide a lot of buffs and debuffs." Loraine glanced toward Feron with a calm, almost businesslike look. "Thankfully, Feron is very rich, so it should be fine if I use some of his fortune."
Feron’s mouth twitched. "Fine, fine. I have a lot of money. Just use it as you please."
The golden coins shone brighter, and faint streams of golden light flowed toward Iris, Varka, and Erlin.
At the same time, several darker coins quietly mixed into the shining storm, aiming toward the Vornak warriors like silent curses made of wealth.
Moonlight finally bloomed around Erlin.
A pale silver crescent appeared behind her, and her body seemed to fade slightly, becoming quiet, distant, and difficult to touch.
[Silent Moon Veil]
Erlin opened her eyes.
Her voice was soft, but the surrounding space turned cold and still. "Under this moon, your senses will lie to you."
The Vornak warriors’ expressions changed.
For the first time, they felt a strange and unfamiliar danger.
It was not the simple threat of a stronger fist or a harder body. It was something slippery, silent, and difficult to understand.
Feron looked at his four women and laughed softly. "Good."
His lazy expression sharpened as his gaze moved toward the Vornak warriors. "Now beat them up."
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