The black-clothed man's aura dropped to freezing point."Are you playing with me?""Did you just find out? People from the Fairy Court are not very bright, are they?" Wren cracked a joke.Immediately, a faint phantom appeared inside the mystic array, and the figure gradually solidified into a graceful woman."She is a damn cultivator!" The terrifying, murderous aura on the black-clothed man rushed toward the mystic array, and a huge ripple was triggered instantly, rippling out in all directions.The mystic array blocked his murderous aura.When Ashton first set up the mystic array, he considered the possibility of being invaded by powerful warriors. As a result, even though the mystic array was weak, it was sufficient. Even a powerful blow from a Terrestrial Immortal could not break it in one attack. They could only try to break it slowly.Wren and Symere were also there to maintain the array. No ordinary people could break in.The black-clothed man sensed the tricky nature of
It was too late and too quick. The protection mystic array in Medicine Valley burst out with a lightning strike above her head, slamming atop the slash."Get out quickly. That person's methods are evil. Be careful!" Symere's voice came from inside the array.Wren cut the compass beneath her feet with her sword while flying with it, drawing a half-moon sword aura."It's not polite to come and go!""Grand Moon!"In an instant, the half-moon sword aura bloomed with thousands of sword rays, and each sword ray split into hundreds of tiny sword rays, weaving a crisscrossing sword net in the air. Ygniel was firmly hooped inside, right in the center of the sword net.Ygniel's face was filled with rage, and he hurriedly sent out the protection talisman. A small copper clock was suspended above his head, casting a divine light of body protection that encircled his entire body.The clock made a whirring sound, and the purple light on it constantly dimmed under the cutting of Grand Moon's s
Soon, more than 20 days had passed.The Imperial Court acted again."Welcome, Mister Lorrend and Mister Quimby." The old prince knelt on the ground and lowered his head.Two men in their 30s had appeared, and their auras were identical to Ygniel's. They were also Fairy Court messengers."Ygniel got lucky and arrived a few hours before us. He would not have killed the cultivator and taken the treasure already, would he?" Mister Lorrend asked coldly."Just contact him." The man next to him spoke indifferently, and he did not even look at the old prince kneeling in front of him.However, when the old prince overheard the two's conversation, he silently figured it out in his heart.Hours? Ygniel arrived 20 days ago.Did time run differently in the Fairy Court than on earth?That was strange.Fairy Court—what kind of place was it?A powerful but unstable figure flew in from the distance at that precise moment."You're finally here."It was Ygniel.Ygniel had nearly recovered a
"What was that just now? Was I hallucinating?"Hessenbrun abruptly raised his head, his hair blown up, and he gazed into the clouds as if something had just flown up from the bottom of the cliff and then vanished in an instant. He could not even see clearly with the power of an A-class superbeing."It is normal to feel dizzy if you stare down for too long. Don't overthink it; just get some sleep."As soon as another blond-haired man's voice fell, he was confronted with a sea of figures in front of him."What time is it now?"Ashton looked at him."What? You, you are—"Before he could react, Hessenbrun knelt on the ground for the first time. "You're Mister Levin!""Mister Levin, 53 days have passed since you entered Dragon Valley!"Hessenbrun understood that it was easy to lose track of time when warriors needed to break through to the next realm or were lost in search of treasures. He just hoped to promote himself in front of warriors like that.He did not expect he would get
Ashton was a little puzzled.Connor was her brother, but she wanted him dead?He remembered that Catelyn had a relatively normal relationship with Connor. Even if she did not specify that she wanted him to live, she would not have requested Ashton to kill him, right?Did something happen between the two?Of course, those thoughts passed through Ashton's mind in an instant. Catelyn had decided, so fulfilling her wishes was the top priority.Ashton turned around.Connor recognized him in an instant. Connor, who had been cold and aggressive, softened."Ashton Levin?"You are Ashton, right?""What's wrong? Are there rumors about me again?" Ashton asked.Connor did not respond, instead retreating all the way to the yard's entrance."Stop him! Stop him!"When Connor realized Ashton could escape, he yelled, turned around, and ran away without looking back."What makes you think that you can run away from me?"Connor ran desperately, but that sentence suddenly appeared in his ear
In the hands of an average Joe, the Blood Path would be frail and faint, crumbling at the slightest touch, scattering with a mere pat.However, the Quayle family was a breed apart.The Quayle had deep and powerful roots, riding on the coattails of a nation's golden streak and boasting a millennium of prosperity.Their Blood Path, a slender thread of crimson, writhed like a miniature dragon, its rich hue reminiscent of the fiery Phoenix Blossom from the depths of hell.With the Imperial Court as their only competitor, the Quayles were unsurpassed in Lindorm, the top dog among noble houses.A Terrestrial Immortal held court within their walls—who dared challenge them?Clearly, Nuben Quayle had made a bad bet.He wanted to be the only big fish in Lindorm, untouchable in his lofty perch. He had planned to kill Ashton, but he dragged his feet for too long.A master of self-cultivation like Ashton was leagues beyond any old-school warriors. After his Syferia Glacial Plains adventure,
The Quayle family was not just a business empire; it boasted a roster of elites, many of whom wielded considerable power in military hotspots. The sudden demise of those power players sent shockwaves through the ranks.Braith Quayle, a child of the Quayle lineage, held a rank far surpassing that of Third Young Master Quayle. A direct descendant and a key figure in the family, he was also the deputy to the mighty war god Douglas on the battlefield.While orchestrating the unification of the Lindorm war zones under the Martial Fairy Alliance, Braith met his end. His death, amidst the signing of a pivotal treaty, left nothing behind but charred remains—a stark testament to the chaos that had erupted.Douglas stood rooted to the spot, his brow creased in confusion, trying to make sense of the impossible."Big trouble ahead," Douglas muttered as he opened his eyes.The scene before him was straight out of a paranormal thriller—a man bursting into flames out of nowhere, especially in fr
[The true crisis?][That's right, the true crisis. It's the Fairy Court. They're a legend among us Lindorm warriors, a force that's been around for millennia but vanished from our world for reasons unknown. Now, the Fairy Court is returning; with it, warriors of unimaginable strength are emerging one by one.][So what if they're all mighty? It doesn't change a thing for us regular warriors—no escape, no respect when up against those superbeings!]A minute later, the Mount Lindsey Man chimed in again. [You've got it all wrong. Ashton hasn't gone on a killing spree. Whether it was his first showdown on Syferia Glacial Plains, the clash at Sunoria, the wild skirmish in Rachwalik Huntsville, or the showdown in Kensington's Dragon Valley, he did not start any of them. He's not the type to build a force to crush regular warriors like us. His group, Medicine Valley, has always been about self-preservation. However, that Fairy Court? They're a whole different story.][What's so different a