Just as Chris and his companions were ready to fight to the death, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, several figures rushed into the scene, engaging in fierce combat with the Iron Fist Solstice cultivators. Moments later, realizing they could not kill Chris, the Iron Fist cultivators swiftly retreated.
As the dust settled, Chris and his group looked up to recognize their saviors-it was Elias Dorneles of the Flower Clan, along with Alexandre Leite and others.
Alexandre Leite glanced at Lindsay Windson with a smile. “It’s been a while. I never expected to find you here.”
Then, his eyes shifted to Chris. “Who’s this man?”
At that moment, Alexandre Leite didn’t recognize Chris.
After undergoing three rounds of body refinement, Chris’s appearance had changed significantly. Only those who were intimately familiar with him could identify him now, and Alexandre Leite, having only seen Chris a handful of times, naturally failed to recognize him.
However, Elias Dorneles did not share the same confusion. She stared at Chris with a complex expression and said, “Chris, I never thought you’d return.”
Chris remained silent, his face indifferent.
To be honest, Chris didn’t have a good impression of Elias Dorneles and had no interest in exchanging words with her.
“Elias, what are you saying? This man is Chris?”
Alexandre Leite scrutinized Chris more closely. Finally, he recognized him.
When Alexandre Leite saw Chris’s arms-blown off and reduced to stumps-he sneered. “Chris, oh Chris. I’ve heard tales of your glory in Great Lyria, but look at you now, armless and pathetic. A waste is always a waste, no matter where they go!”
Alexandre Leite, now a Solstice-level cultivator at a young age, was considered a prodigy. Over the past year, stories of Chris’s exploits in Great Lyria had spread across Amerosia, causing a sensation.
But Alexandre Leite held those tales in disdain. He refused to believe that the man he had once humiliated so thoroughly within the Jefferson family could have become so powerful.
Now, seeing Chris in this crippled state, Alexandre Leite felt his superiority reaffirmed.
Chris’s face remained emotionless in the face of Alexandre Leite’s mockery.
During this time, Chris had slain countless Solstice-level cultivators. If not for his ruined arms, someone like Alexandre Leite would never have been a match for him.
Chris’s indifference only fueled Alexandre Leite’s arrogance.
Drawing his sword, Alexandre Leite challenged, “Chris, I heard you caused chaos in Great Lyria and even crippled Prince Thorne. Let’s see just how powerful you really are. Dare to duel me?”
Chris found his words absurd.
This Alexandre Leite truly had no shame-challenging a cripple to a duel? How low could he stoop?
With a mocking tone, Chris replied, “Alexandre Leite, do you feel proud bullying a disabled man?”
Even Lindsay Windson couldn’t tolerate it anymore. She scolded, “Alexandre Leite, what kind of man are you? This is disgraceful!”
“Hmph!” Alexandre Leite snorted coldly. “Chris, I’ll let you off this time because you’re a cripple. I wouldn’t want others to say I bullied someone so pitiful.”
Chris could only shake his head at Alexandre Leite’s shamelessness.
Inwardly, Chris vowed that once he regained his strength, he would teach Alexandre Leite a lesson he would never forget.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the sound of something cutting through the air reached their ears.
The Solstice cultivators who had left earlier had returned.
This time, they were accompanied by an elderly man with snow-white hair.
The old man exuded an overwhelming aura, clearly marking him as an Elysium-level cultivator.
Chris narrowed his eyes as he observed the man.
Judging by his power, this elder was comparable to the Shadowmire Wraith Chris had encountered before. Today, trouble had truly found him.
The white-haired elder was none other than Soren Iron, the Hall Master of Iron Fist.
Soren Iron had dispatched all of Iron Fist’s pirates to hunt for Chris. Moments ago, he had received word of Chris’s location and immediately led several Solstice-level cultivators to pursue him.
“Chris, I am Soren Iron!” the old man roared. “You killed my son and my brother. Today, I will kill you and avenge them!”
With his declaration, the Solstice cultivators surrounded Chris.
Chris’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected the Hall Master of Iron Fist to personally come after him.
Taking a deep breath, Chris said, “Soren Iron, this matter is between you and me. Let the others go. I’m the one you want.”
“Ha!” Soren Iron laughed coldly. “Chris, do you think you’re in any position to negotiate? Not only will you die today, but everyone here will die! I will use your blood to honor my son and brother!”
With that, Soren Iron began walking toward Chris.
Chris’s face turned grim.
Though Soren Iron was an Elysium-level cultivator, Chris had no intention of surrendering without a fight.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
As Soren Iron approached, his immense aura pressed down on Chris, leaving him with no path of escape.
Chris raised his head, his eyes filled with madness. “If you want to kill me, I’ll make sure you pay the price!”
As he spoke, Chris’s right eye burned with red flames, while his left eye glowed with blue.
Even without his arms, Chris still had the power to unleash his Ice-Fire Flames.
In an instant, a devastating aura erupted from Chris’s body.
Soren Iron immediately sensed something was wrong.
“So this is the move you used to kill my brother,” Soren Iron growled. “Do you think it will work on me? Die!”
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Soren Iron clenched his fist and charged at Chris.
If his strike landed, Chris’s head would be smashed to pieces.
Chris met the attack with a crazed look.
“Soren Iron, if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”
“Ha ha ha ha…”
As Chris laughed maniacally, the aura around him grew ever more intense.
The energy radiating from him spread like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path.
The faces of those nearby paled with fear.
None of them had expected Chris to be so unrelenting, willing to drag everyone into death with him.
Soren Iron gritted his teeth. “Chris, you’re insane!”