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,
Jayson's eyebrows furrowed in shock as he tried to comprehend how the Gate family patriarch had managed to locate him so easily. The reason behind the patriarch's visit only served to deepen Jayson's confusion."Please, let him in," Jayson instructed the security caller before ending the conversation. He made his way to the bathroom, quickly taking a shower and changing into presentable attire. Standing on the balcony, he observed the Gate patriarch's car approaching his residence. Since he hadn't hired any household staff yet, Jayson descended from the balcony to greet his unexpected visitor.The Gate family patriarch parked his car and stepped out, his surprise evident upon seeing Jayson approaching him. He hadn't anticipated that Jayson would be both handsome and affluent; his plans were sure to succeed.With this realization, the patriarch extended his arm for a handshake and spoke, "I've heard so much about you, young man. I never expected to meet you in person today.""Mr. Gates
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 expression changed as he began to wonder when he became a woman those two grown-up men were contesting who to get him.Julius stared at the Cloak man with a furrowed brow, his arrogance tempered by a sense of caution. There was something about this mysterious figure that emanated danger, and Julius couldn't ignore it. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.The Cloak man responded with a disdainful tone, clearly unimpressed by Julius's status. "You don't need to know," he retorted, his words dripping with arrogance. He believed that even at his current power level, he was beyond the reach of even the heaven-ranked masters. Julius's expression hardened, his icy demeanour matching the coldness in his eyes. He knew that he had powerful allies standing behind him, ready to heed his every command. If the Cloak man refused to show him respect, then Julius would do the same. "If you're here to rescue him," he declared menacingly, his voice filled with a furious res
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 stood in awe as he watched them effortlessly float mid-air, their abilities captivating him. He remained rooted to the ground, several meters away, filled with admiration. "Step forward; we have no intention of harming you. Despite you now being crippled, you were once the genius of this sect," an elderly voice resonated from the old man seated in the center, suspended in mid-air. Jayson couldn't fathom why he was referred to as a cripple, considering he could still walk and run. Nevertheless, he cautiously took a step forward and positioned himself before the group of elders. "First Elder, he is now crippled; his Dantian is shattered. He is unworthy of the sect maiden; a cripple cannot represent our sect," declared an elder with a tone of rigidness, casting a disdainful glance at Jayson. Even Jayson, bewildered by the situation, was taken aback by the elder's intense animosity towards him. Another elder chimed in, "The Second Elder is right; Jayson is no longer the prodigy
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 followed Angel as she led him to the dining hall. As he entered, he couldn't help but be amazed by its sheer size. The tables were neatly arranged, and the environment was immaculate. The surrounding trees added a touch of freshness, and a gentle mist hovered over the roof, creating a serene atmosphere. Lost in his admiration, Jayson suddenly felt a strong push from behind. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward and crashed into a nearby table, eventually landing on the floor with a thud. Laughter erupted from somewhere in the hall, echoing loudly. Groaning in pain, Jayson had reached his limit with people attacking him without cause. Lying on the floor, he tapped into his inner strength and transformed into the sect master. With a swift motion, he unleashed a powerful palm strike. Boom! The force of his strike shattered the table into countless pieces and sent the four individuals who had pushed him flying backward, crashing into the wall with a resounding thud. The impact w