Jayson's face contorted into a frown as he struggled to place the voice. His gaze fixated on the cloaked figure before him, who seemed to be enveloped in an ominous darkness despite standing beneath the street lamp's faint glow."Who are you?" Jayson snapped impatiently, his time too precious to be wasted on such a sly individual.The stranger's response sent a shiver down Jayson's spine. "You needn't concern yourself with my identity. I'm only interested in your secrets. Hand them over if they're worth a fortune. If not, I have all the time in the world to search your soul and extract what I need."A wave of defiance surged within Jayson, dispelling his fear. "Do you truly believe yourself to be all-powerful? I fear you not. Prepare to witness my capabilities."The cloaked stranger's gaze turned sinister, closely scrutinizing Jayson's every move.Taking a step backward, Jayson gathered his resolve. In one swift motion, he launched himself into the nearby flower garden.The stranger,

The young swordsman held his sword before his face, the sword trembled and buzzed sending a shiver down his arm. Jayson, realizing that his life was in immediate danger, swiftly took the form of one of Ella's bodyguards. With a powerful blast, he sent the young swordsman flying out of his courtyard.As Jayson reverted to his true form, a sense of relief washed over him. He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead before making his way back inside the house. Standing on the balcony, he gazed in the direction the swordsman had been expelled, only to find him making his way towards the estate's exit."He simply left, just like that. What is going on? Is he a madman, or perhaps someone sent him to test me? I transformed right before his eyes," Jayson pondered aloud, while observing the retreating figure of the swordsman.After departing from the estate, the swordsman stepped into a waiting car and drove towards the Anderson family mansion. Arriving at his destination, he exited the taxi

Jayson's heart raced as he scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for any sign of the Old Taoist Fairy. The enemies were closing in on him, their presence felt like a suffocating weight on his shoulders. "Brat, why are you in such a hurry to find your grandpa?" The Old Taoist Fairy appeared suddenly, his voice filled with curiosity. To Old Taoist Fairy's surprise, a crowd of people began rushing towards them.Gasping for breath, Jayson pleaded with the Old Taoist Fairy, his voice filled with desperation, "Please, take us away from here! They want to kill me!"The Old Taoist Fairy looked at Jayson, his face etched with concern as he regretted his decision of choosing Jayson as his Dao-guard, the worst possible choice."Do you wish to come with me?" the old Taoist fairy asked, a kind smile on his face.Jayson, consumed by fear and uncertainty, cared little about their destination. Without hesitation, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Yes! Yes, I want to go with you!"Old T

Jayson gazed up at the sky and saw a young man soaring towards him on a flying sword. The youth's face was twisted with anger, giving him a menacing appearance that seemed capable of devouring Jayson whole. "Merely a single hand is enough to defeat worthless trash like you," Jayson fearlessly declared, his gaze locked on the youth perched on the flying sword. The youth glared at Jayson, his anger evident. He let out a mocking laugh and replied, "Very well, a cripple dares to make such a claim. Do you accept my challenge to a duel on the retribution platform?" Without hesitation, Jayson immediately responded, "Certainly. I hope you won't be overcome with fear when the time comes." Angel's face turned pale with shock. She hadn't anticipated her master's impulsive nature, being goaded into a fight. He was no longer the formidable and feared master of old, but a cripple. She worried for his well-being. Nifa's cold snort echoed through the air, "Enjoy your days; you will die a few days

Jayson's words carried an air of superiority and dominance, provoking extreme anger among the disciples who heard them. Even the last disciple whom Jayson reprimanded couldn't contain his fury and erupted, "Fine! I bet one hundred thousand North Continent coins!"Being new to the world, Jayson was unfamiliar with the value of the disciple's wager, leaving him unsure of how to respond. The crowd, filled with people who now despised Jayson more than their own enemies, eagerly joined in the excitement. Within no time, over sixty disciples had placed bets for the upcoming battle on the platform.Anegl's face paled as she witnessed the crowd ganging up against Jayson. In the past, she wouldn't have worried because her master had the ability to handle them all. However, now that her master had lost all his cultivation, she felt a deep sense of concern."What will you wager if you lose?" one of the disciples stepped forward and asked, folding his arms defiantly.Jayson glanced at him casuall