Chapter 119: Chapter 119 (Massage chair Extra Chapter)
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
Both the young man and the old man down at the lifeless body that had been carelessly rolled aside.
Shock and disbelief marred the disciples faces.
Within the Azure Origin Dao Sect, such open murder was unheard of—flagrant violations of sacred law would condemn offenders to eternal imprisonment within the dreaded Demon Sealing Cave.
"You... actually killed him?" Liana breathed, eyes wide with astonishment.
The man shrugged arrogantly. "Otherwise, why would this waste still deserve to live?"
"You are no disciple of my Azure Origin Dao Sect!" Liana’s voice sharpened as a long sword materialized in her grasp.
The blade pointed unerringly toward the man’s brow.
"Indeed, I am not," the man replied, a smirk curling his lips. His tone dripped with contempt and disdain, dismissing the sect as unworthy.
"Can your Azure Origin Dao Sect even produce a genius of my caliber?"
He cast the sect aside like dust beneath his feet.
Liana’s eyes ignited in fury. "You openly insult our Dao Sect and kill our brothers. Do you truly believe no one here can stop you?"
Stepping forward, she screamed, "Clear the way! I will deal with him myself!"
The other disciples, lacking strength for direct confrontation, swiftly retreated, unwilling to risk death recklessly.
Liana barked orders, "Inform the sect elders—now!"
Two disciples nodded, sprinting away with urgency.
Years of relentless training had brought Liana to the late stage of the Soul Formation Realm, and she possessed formidable skill in battle.
As a direct disciple of the Peak, she would never allow this unknown provocateur to insult her sect or harm its disciples unpunished.
Nearby, the old man smirked, cool and confident.
"You would challenge His Highness?"
The young man’s voice carried mockery and menace.
"Enough chatter—watch my blade!"
Liana’s eyes flashed with deadly intent as she lunged forward, sword slashing swiftly.
"An ant dares raise a blade against me?" the man sneered.
With a slight movement, he dodged Liana’s attack effortlessly.
Then, his palm lashed out.
Boom!
A violent burst of spiritual power erupted from his strike.
Liana was sent hurtling backward, no time to deflect.
She spat up blood midair, tumbling like a broken kite.
Witnesses gasped—Liana was not merely an average disciple but a peak genius.
This man crippled her with a single blow.
What realm did he command?
"Such feeble fools! And yet you dare lecture me? From where does your arrogance arise?" the young man scoffed, lowering his palms.
"Such pitiful trash are you that you feel confidence?"
Despite the insult, Liana did not fall fully.
She felt a broad palm catch her midair, steadying her descent.
"Eth... Senior Brother Ethan," she whispered.
Ethan turned, eyes calm as he approached.
Before Liana could speak, Ethan pressed a healing elixir to her lips.
"Here," he said softly.
The man’s gaze sharpened at Ethan’s approach.
Clad in simple blue cloth, Ethan’s figure was noble and well-proportioned, and a reserved, immortal dignity clung to him.
Their bearing was surprisingly similar.
The man’s spiritual energy pulsed erratically, but Ethan’s own aura was strangely neutral—no outward spiritual fluctuations.
"Physical cultivation? What level?" the man queried Mr. Willow beside him.
"I can’t say. This cultivator is meticulous—not revealing aura easily. He likely practices deep concealment techniques."
Even with profound eyesight, Mr. Willow admitted Ethan’s presence defied normal scrutiny.
"But fear not, Your Highness. Despite his talents, he could never match you."
The old man’s confidence was unshaken.
Ethan faced them coolly. "Your Excellency kills sect disciples and injures my junior sister. Say—is this conduct befitting a noble?"
"Not fitting? I say it’s exactly right," the man replied, smirking.
"If you show strength unearned, you deserve death."
"Do you seek the spotlight as well?"
His smile twisted with mockery. "Though your Azure Origin Dao Sect is weak, your courage is commendable."
"I know not your origin," Ethan retorted, "but you disturb my cultivation and harm my junior sister. You will pay."
The man laughed suddenly.
"I shall grant your request."
"You are the first person who dares to speak to His Highness like this." The old man spoke.
"But since you crave attention, I shall play with you—but I doubt you will catch a single move." The young man raised a hand and said,
His eyes went cold.
Ethan’s expression shifted, and before the man could blink, Ethan vanished.
"Ah, intriguing!" the man said, his demeanor hardening.
Ethan appeared before him in an instant, delivering a powerful punch.
Bam!
The two blows collided violently, shockwaves rippling through the frozen air.
The man was knocked back several paces, though he remained alert.
A hidden force seeped into his body, making him tense.
His expression shifted, hastily channeling spiritual power to suppress the foreign intrusion.
His eyes flickered with alarm—then narrowed.
Backing half a step, he sensed the intruding energy seeping through his defenses.
But swiftly regaining control, he composed himself.
Ethan assessed him silently.
Halfway to the Tribulation Transcendence realm, this man was no simple foe.
He could dispel Ethan’s essence and blood even though it was very small, a testament to his strength.
His talent and strength far eclipsed Seraphina .
Mr. Willow, standing beside the man, appeared slightly stunned.
He had never seen His Highness so tested by a peer in battle.
Their confrontations were mostly one-sided, crushing the opposition readily.
None before had compelled His Highness into such a close contest.
"Your Highness, are you unwell?" Mr. Willow voiced concern.
The man shook his head, sneering.
"I had thought the Azure Origin Dao Sect was empty—a desert of weaklings. I did not expect some to rise in defense."
"But you’re still quite ordinary," he added with thin contempt.
"Your Highness, the Empress is ready. We should leave for the holy peak."
"Yes," the man nodded.
His eyes flicked to Ethan.
"State your name."
"Ethan."
"Ethan, good. Your name is memorized."
"Remember my name, Bram — Sixth Prince of the Vernal Dawn Dynasty."
He sneered. "Do you know the wrath you’ve drawn down?"
"Best find a place to hide soon, if you wish to survive."
"Or I shall take your life once I am done with the work I have."
Ethan met him calmly. "You’d better hope you can."
"Excellent. Just enjoy your time while it lasts."
Bram laughed loud and cold as he and Mr. Willow mounted a flying spiritual weapon and sped toward the holy peak.
He felt no fear that Ethan would vanish into hiding.
With his position and identity, a mere call from the Empress would force Ethan out—and she dared not refuse his command.
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