Lord Valerian Nox’s single battle stirred endless debate.
The weak worshipped him, the strong wept in despair.
With just one hand, he subdued Dario Bragg, as if the heavens and earth were in his grasp-a true master of dominion!
The entire world fell into a deathly silence.
For ten full minutes, no one dared to speak. Then came the murmurs, gradually building into an uproar of discussion.
Flynn stood atop the mountain peak, gazing toward Slatin for a long time. Finally, after narrowing his eyes, he made his move.
Boom!
The summit of Swordgate Peak crumbled the instant Flynn’s feet left the ground, scattering debris in all directions.
His figure shot through the sky like lightning, streaking across the vast river below.
The wind howled past his ears. Flynn’s aura grew stronger with every moment, spreading across the heavens and earth.
When he landed on the other side of the river, the impact reverberated for miles.
His feet struck the ground heavily, unleashing a shockwave that blasted the surrounding air away!
One leap-three thousand meters across the mighty river-landing steadily on the open plain by the riverbank!
Madness!
Invincible!
This was true invincibility!
It was as if he had flown across. Who could believe such a feat?
Was this the terrifying power of an Earthly Sovereign?
Three thousand meters, crossed with such ease and elegance!
Paxton collapsed to the ground, dazed. “Vicente, if you jumped like that from Swordgate Peak, what would happen?”
“Three thousand meters? If I leapt from the mountain, I’d die for sure. Crossing the river? I wouldn’t even dare to dream of it-not even after deciphering the medical texts for ten years…”
Vicente Clark’s eyes were dull, his soul seemingly drained away. Despair was etched on his face.
Every action of Lord Valerian Nox crushed him with hopelessness.
From Lord Valerian Nox’s graceful movements, it was clear-this wasn’t even his limit!
The gap between them was insurmountable.
To even attempt what Lord Valerian Nox had done, Vicente would need to enhance himself to the Earthly Sovereign level with medicinal aid.
But it wasn’t that simple.
Even with the medical texts in hand, there was no guarantee they contained a miracle drug to elevate him to Earthly Sovereign.
Becoming an Earthly Sovereign was not something medicine alone could achieve.
That level was truly defying the heavens.
Utter defeat. Complete submission.
Some elderly women, deeply superstitious, could no longer contain themselves. They knelt and bowed in worship.
To them, Lord Valerian Nox was no less than a deity.
Flynn emerged from the dust and strode directly to his car. He pulled out his phone and resumed browsing videos of beautiful women.
Molly and Rose stood frozen, still unable to process Flynn’s incredible leap.
He had crossed the entire river, without so much as breaking a sweat or turning red.
“What’s the matter? Start the car. Are we not going to Slatin?” Flynn glanced at Molly.
It was as if nothing had happened-like he had just stepped aside for a bathroom break.
“Hmm? Where’s Lilia?” Flynn suddenly remembered something as he gave a long-legged beauty on his screen a follow.
Molly rolled her eyes as she started the car. “She’s long gone!”
“Oh, let her go. She’s a bit too skinny. A little more meat would’ve been better.” Flynn returned to his phone.
Speechless.
Completely speechless.
This man couldn’t stay serious for even half a day!
It was exasperating.
But perhaps it was for the best. If he acted like a sage all the time, they wouldn’t know how to interact with such a towering figure.
“Let’s go! Destination: Slatin!” Molly gripped the steering wheel and slammed the gas pedal.
The Porsche roared to life, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Rose stared out the window at the trees rapidly retreating into the distance, her heart swelling with anticipation.
What kind of storm would Lord Valerian Nox’s arrival in Slatin bring?
—
“Ah-no! No!”
“My poor grandson! Your master has fallen, utterly defeated-his body destroyed! I have no way to avenge you, no way! My poor grandson!”
“The Wallace family’s foundation for the next fifty years, ruined… and you died so tragically…”
As the crowd dispersed, Karlis Wallace remained rooted to the spot.
Staring at the shattered summit of Swordgate Peak, tears streamed down his face.
Moments later, he dropped to his knees, wailing into the sky.
Before coming here, he had sworn at his grandson’s grave that he would bring Flynn’s head to appease him.
But he had never imagined Lord Valerian Nox would be so powerful-not even the half-human, half-demon Dario Bragg could stand against him.
Yet, despite his unwillingness to accept this, the Wallace family had no choice but to retreat. The despair was like a blade slicing through his heart.
Zion Watson squinted and sneered. “Mr. Wallace, what if I told you this isn’t over?”
“What do you mean, Mr. Hussain?” Karlis Wallace’s cries stopped abruptly, his face full of confusion.
Zion Watson’s expression turned grim. “To tell you the truth, I’m with Greengate.”
What?!
A single sentence sent a wave of shock through Karlis Wallace’s face.
Greengate-the largest organization in the world, with only 300, 000 members, each a genius in their field.
Their influence spanned all five continents and seven seas.
They had members in military, political, and commercial spheres across nations.
Masters of cultivation, business, medicine, and geomancy-all fields imaginable had Greengate representatives.
Their power and influence were terrifying beyond measure, unmatched by any other organization.
However, for the past decade, Greengate had fallen silent, as if it had vanished overnight.
In Ostrad, they had been unheard of for over a decade.
How could Zion Watson be a member of Greengate?
He had hidden it well.
“I know you have many questions, Mr. Wallace, but I cannot say more.”
“I can only tell you this-my master is an Earthly Sovereign-level Blademaster!”
“And he will arrive in Ostrad within ten days,” Zion Watson said, his tone laced with mystery.
What?!
An Earthly Sovereign-level Blademaster!
Boom!
Karlis Wallace felt like his eyes would burst.
A Blademaster!
Everyone knew how difficult it was to cultivate as a Blademaster.
One had to nurture righteous energy from a young age.
Sword energy required spiritual resonance to flourish.
It was an arduous path.
Even Lesser Sovereign-level Blademasters were as rare as pandas.
And Zion Watson’s master was an Earthly Sovereign-level Blademaster?!
“Mr. Hussain, you must have him kill Lord Valerian Nox. You must!”
“Don’t worry. Not only did your grandson die, but my daughter is in a vegetative state!” Zion Watson’s eyes darkened, his aura surging with murderous intent.
“If it were just my wife, I might have let it go. But Lord Valerian Nox dared to harm my precious daughter. He must die!”
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On Carter Hillridge, Vicente Clark and other provincial elites exchanged farewells, their minds heavy.
The battle had been spectacular, but Lord Valerian Nox’s dominance overshadowed Vicente Clark, leaving a bitter taste.
Only eight family heads and two Semi Greater Sovereigns remained on Carter Hillridge.
“Master, shall we return to Chillridge or…?”
A servant addressed an elderly man with a commanding presence.
“To Niarak Jade Dragon Mountain,” the old man replied before rising and descending from Carter Hillridge.
“Master, what about us?” another servant asked his master.
“We’re going to Jade Dragon Mountain as well!”
“And us?”
“We’re going too!”
One after another, the eight family heads all declared the same destination without prior consultation.
Niarak Jade Dragon Mountain-the secluded retreat of Lord Valerian Nox.
They had come to witness this once-in-a-lifetime battle and, more importantly, to ally themselves with the victor.
Now that the outcome was clear and Lord Valerian Nox had cemented his reputation as an Earthly Sovereign, they assumed he had returned to Niarak.
They planned to visit him there.
On Carter Hillridge, only the two Semi Earthly Sovereigns remained.
After a brief exchange, one of them dialed a number.
“Mr. Emberhart, Lord Valerian Nox has won. Should we attempt to recruit him?”