Two ascendants!The ascendants were simply different from the grandmasters. Even if ten grandmasters were there, they would not win against an ascendant. Those were qualitative leaps. They were at two completely different levels.They had no idea how to solve this crisis, or it was unsolvable. The old prince did not give them a chance."I can't do anything. I've tried my best. Even if Ashton were alive, it would be difficult for him to deal with this, let alone us." Rama sighed."At this time, the Levin family just sat idly by, and no one stood up to help. Alas, misfortune shows character."Everyone was silent.No Quayle family member offered their assistance either."If you can run, run. You are not their target." Kendra looked at Rama, Burgundy, and Aislinn.Especially Aislinn, she had the backing of her family. She could go as long as she was willing to do so."You want to run away? None of you can get away. The old prince will not forgive anyone related to Ashton regardles
"Are you all alright?" Wren looked at them."What? We're okay." Kendra felt awkward around Wren and did not know how to act.Daughter-in-law?Despite her ambiguous relationship with Ashton, they were not involved in a physical relationship.Cassia might be the only daughter-in-law, not even Yanne was one.However, the three women considered themselves Levin family members. What were ethics and morals? Their priority was happiness."A… Aunt, Ashton, he..." Kendra tried to speak."We can't be sure of that, so we can't let ourselves be affected." Wren's eyes darkened.She could not accept the news. Without seeing her son's body, she would always have hope."Now, take care of your safety. I still have a mission to complete. I can't be around you all the time. I hope you can understand that."Everyone looked at each other before they nodded."Auntie, you have to take care of your health too."Wren smiled and patted her head. "Are you Yanne?"Yanne blushed and nodded. She did no
The Fountain of Life became a huge hole when the ice melted and the icebergs collapsed.After three months, ice water and white snowflakes covered the area, healing nature.Pop!A palm emerged from the ice.The palm was like a woman's. No, it was fairer than a woman's hand. The transparent blood vessels and bones could be clearly seen. It looked like a work of art.It was odd that the blood vessels had silver-white blood, and the bones were shiny like jade, coated with a shiny luster.It looked more like a monster's hand instead.A human head appeared from the ice water under the icy surface. His dark shoulder-length hair casually draped behind his head, and his faint golden-red eyes were as beautiful as gems.He climbed onto the ice, then stretched out his hand to drag a female corpse from under the ice and put it aside.Within seconds, his tattered clothes hung casually on his body as the moisture on his body evaporated. Even though it did not cover him, it was better than b
Matthew prepared an additional ferry ticket.After boarding the cruise ship, they vanished in Quindlen.Matthew patted his thigh and rushed onto the dark web after watching the cruise ship sail away.There was a new top post.[The warrior from Lindorm is not dead!]It was posted by Matthew of Quindlen.The content was simple.The Linnish warrior who experienced the Sunoria Nuclear Incident did not die.After the news broke, chaos ensued. Matthew Quindlen's ID became famous instantly, and many paid him for exclusive news.However, Matthew did not want money. It felt good to be chased by everyone for news. He was like an exclusive news TV station, and countless people were waiting for him to speak.Finally, he could not breathe when a man named Kyler asked him questions. The man ranked first on the Celestial Ranking. Even he had been paying attention to the news. It was a surprise.[The Linnish warrior named Ashton is not dead. I saw him with my own eyes. He also asked me for
Chrissy realized her abrupt approach to Ashton had come across as rude, so she quickly reintroduced herself. "I am Chrissy Jones, but feel free to call me Chrissy or CC."Ashton nodded. "I'm Ashton, and yes, I'm on my way to Pailedo."A hint of awkwardness crossed Chrissy's face. She was used to being the center of attention—the company's undisputed belle with a trail of admirers. Yet, Ashton's cool demeanor threw her off. He was easy on the eyes, but he was still a man. What man would not show a little interest in a knockout like her? Unless he was not into women?She shook it off almost as quickly as it came. Her gaydar was usually spot on, and Ashton had no effect on it. He had a certain integrity about him, a captivating intensity in his gaze, and a woman accompanied him."Is she your girlfriend?" Chrissy leaned in close to Ashton, her voice a hushed whisper meant only for him as if to keep their exchange from Borra Brunner. To an onlooker, they might have seemed too cozy to be
"Looks like the game's on," Ashton said again, pausing in his tracks. He also reached out to Borra, who seemed lost, standing beside him. Her head peeked out shyly as her eyes darted around the deserted port.It was unsettlingly quiet.It was far too quiet. When Borra left for Quindlen, she remembered Sanchez Port as a hive of activity. It was always teeming with life, even in the slowest seasons, as Alara's busiest southwestern port. It was built for the hustle of international trade. However, it was deserted at the moment, with not a single fish in sight."Mister Levin, we have been looking forward to your arrival. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lindorm Land's renowned martial arts expert."A man in a military uniform emerged from a nearby building. He was smiling, one hand resting on his waist where a loaded pistol was holstered."Do you know me?" Ashton asked."Not personally," the man replied with stark honesty. His only mission was to stop Ashton immediately, to ensure he di
The Dark Dragon Society still felt pretty arrogant. In no time, they had rallied a few hundred men at one of their outposts, even if most were a motley crew barely holding it together."Idiots! Scum of the earth!""Take him down! Grab the girl!"A man in a military cap wielding a warrior blade unsheathed it and aimed it at Ashton, his roar slicing through the chaos. A horde of people surged forward in waves, their faces twisted with rage. Their bravery was unaffected by fear because they were blissfully unaware of the true horror they were about to face.Ashton raised his hand, feeling one with nature's forces. The winds that screamed around him morphed into countless razor-sharp wind blades that sliced through the air faster than bullets, their frantic howl tearing into the crowd.Dismembered limbs were strewn everywhere. Borra, her innocence intact, instinctively closed her eyes against the carnage.Anyone else might have found the scene too gruesome, like stumbling into a nigh
Gabriel Rogers, the fresh-faced Sword Saint and prized pupil of the legendary Yermolai, stood amid the chaos.A Sword Saint in Alara meant more than just being able to swing a blade; it meant he was a weapon master, a true combat virtuoso. A Sword Saint was someone who had stepped into the divine, a force of nature in human form. It was the highest honor bestowed upon Alara's warriors. Each disciple who earned the title was a titan, with a name that rang across lands and a power that dwarfed even the vaunted Shadow-class warriors."You, a renowned Eastern warrior, have dared to come to my Alara and slaughter innocents mercilessly. You have brought shame to your homeland of Lindorm Land and its proud martial arts community," Gabriel shouted from the top of the stairs. His gaze was drawn to Ashton in the distance, then to the military base, littered with bodies and the injured. The sight broke his heart.That was a calculated strike to annihilate the Dark Dragon Society's branch. The