As the echoes of the auctioneer’s final words faded away, the crowd began to disperse, their steps filled with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. Conversations murmured through the grand hall as the attendees slowly made their way towards the exit, creating a steady stream of people flowing through the opulent space.
Amongst the departing guests, an air of lingering wonder and awe surrounded the young man who had emerged victorious in the intense bidding war.
As he gracefully moved towards the exit, a subtle shift in the atmosphere captured the attention of the remaining onlookers. The bustling hall hushed, the previously animated air stilling, as if holding its breath in anticipation. All eyes turned expectantly towards the young man, their gaze a mixture of mischief, anticipation, and wonder, as if they sensed that something is about to happened
Liang’s gaze flickered with intrigue as he glanced at the young man, his sharp eyes betraying a hidden curiosity. With a slow nod, he turned his attention back to Kai, his voice laced with a hint of mystery, "Since you’ve marked that person, you should follow him."
His gaze shifted momentarily to a private chamber on the opposite side of the hall before he continued, his voice almost a whisper, "I will be following someone else." With those enigmatic words, Liang vanished from sight in a blur of movement, leaving a sense of mystery in his wake.
Kai’s eyes narrowed slightly, a brief glimmer of amusement dancing within them as he watched Liang disappear. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, each one laced with a tinge of mystery and curiosity.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying the excitement stirring within him. In a sudden surge of determination, he too vanished from the grand hall, leaving behind an air of intrigue.
In a secluded valley nestled near the towering mountains, the young man’s figure materialized as if summoned by fate itself. His presence radiated confidence and purpose, amplified by the five formidable adversaries who surrounded him.
These half-step Seven-Order Realm experts exuded a palpable aura of power, yet their expressions mirrored a mix of disbelief and arrogance, underestimating the young man before them.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the adversaries launched a coordinated attack, their movements swift and precise. But to their surprise, the young man met their assault head-on, evoking his spear with a fluidity that spoke of years of training and sheer talent. The tip of his weapon seemed to ignite with a celestial light, gathering the very essence of the world around it.
A single swing of the young man’s spear released a radiant arc.
The light-infused slash cleaved through the adversaries like a divine guillotine, reducing their once formidable forms to mere ashes. The battlefield grew quiet, save for the soft sigh that escaped the young man’s lips, a mixture of relief and weariness.
As he prepared to continue his solitary journey, a chill of danger crept insidiously over the young man’s senses. Instinctively, he took a few steps back, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. Shadows shifted, and a voice echoed, cloaked in darkness, "Not bad, brat. You managed to detect my intricate magic circle."
Turning his head in response, the young man’s gaze fell upon a figure materializing from the ethereal depths. Recognition flashed in his eyes as he muttered the name, dark and foreboding, "Villainous Earth Witch."
The witch’s scowl deepened, her twisted features contorting with disdain. "Watch your manners, brat," she hissed, her voice oozing with venomous disdain.
Undeterred, the young man’s narrowed eyes held a defiant spark as he met her gaze. "What do you want?"
"Here, I thought you had a spark of intellect in that head of yours," the witch chuckled mockingly.
"Brat, consider yourself lucky today," she sneered, a gleam of malice in her eyes. "All you have to do is hand over the Exiler of Primordial Vitality, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll spare your pitiful existence."
The young man’s laughter burst forth, a mix of disbelief and defiance. His grip tightened around the handle of his spear, his knuckles turning white with determination. "Old granny, you can keep dreaming about it. You might as well take my life, because that’s the only thing you’ll get from me."
Disgust twisted the witch’s features, her face darkening with anger. "Tchh, ungrateful brat," she muttered, her voice dripping with venom. "This big sister will teach you how to behave well, in a way you’ll never forget."
Summoning her magic powers, the Witch commanded the earth beneath them to crack and rupture, birthing an ancient giant golem made of stone and soil. With a thunderous roar, the colossal creature towered before the young man, its eyes smoldering with an unearthly fire.
Undeterred by the looming threat, the young man locked his gaze onto the charging golem, analyzing its aura with a keen sense of perception. Even from a distance, the golem’s energy resonated on par with an early stage Seventh-Order Realm expert, its power formidable and challenging.
As the golem closed in, its colossal form threatening collision, a dark and powerful ray pierced through its head, causing it to crumble into a heap of broken stones.
Frustration etched itself onto the witch’s face, her scowl deepening as she glanced towards a certain direction.
"Old man, is that your idea of being direct?" she shouted, her voice laced with annoyance and accusation.
From the shadows emerged a figure, emanating an enigmatic aura and an air of command. It was none other than the Ominous Dagger Lord.
"To deal with an old hag like you, what’s the point in being direct?" The Ominous Dagger Lord taunted with a chilling air of superiority, a sly grin spreading across his face. His voice dripped with a venomous confidence, his dark eyes narrowing as he stared at his old opponent.
Beside him, a dagger materialized out of thin air, its appearance striking and foreboding. The blade shimmered with a malevolent black sheen, exuding an aura of impending doom. Adorned with vivid crimson red crystals that pulsed with an unsettling energy, it depicted the essence of malevolence and malice.
Without a moment’s warning or the slightest hint of hesitation, the dagger vanished into the ether, its ethereal form defying logic. In the blink of an eye, it reappeared before the witch, suspended in mid-air, its wicked presence casting an ominous shadow.
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In a secluded forest, the ethereal embrace of nature surrounded the figure that materialized - a woman in a flowing crimson robe. As she stepped forward, the delicate fabric of her attire seemed to dance with the whispering breeze, while strands of her silver locks cascaded like rivers of light down her shoulders. Her presence commanded attention, radiating an aura of authority and power.
It was Araina, known to many as the Vice President of the Martial Union, a formidable force to be reckoned with on her own.
With cool precision, Araina’s piercing gaze swept across the quiet expanse of the forest, surveying the empty space with calculated confidence. Her eyes, resembling shards of ice, held an intense focus. In measured tones, she uttered her words, each syllable a thread of command that resonated through the air, "This should be enough. Come out now."
As her voice descended into the stillness of the surroundings, the very fabric of reality quivered in response. From that unseen emptiness, Liang materialized, his figure melding seamlessly with the shadows. He appeared before Araina, his presence veiled in an aura of enigma.
Araina’s cold eyes locked onto him, the intensity of her stare cutting through the veil of mystery. "You are the one who killed Min Er, aren’t you?"
A flicker of amusement danced across Liang’s lips, a subtle smile curving his features. His eyes, held a glimmer of mischief as he responded in a nonchalant tone, "Killed? That’s a big word."
The edge in Araina’s voice deepened, each word laced with a chilling threat. "Yet here you stand before me, willingly revealing your presence, fully cognizant of who I am."
Liang’s smile widened, his demeanor exuding confidence. "I am honored that you deem me worthy of your attention,"
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Araina’s narrowed eyes bore into him with amusement, her voice venomous. "What is stopping me from erasing you from existence this very moment?"
Liang’s laughter filled the air, his amusement palpable. "Do you truly wish to test your limits? The consequences may be more than you bargained for,"
"Consequences? You certainly hold yourself in high regard," Ariana chuckled, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and skepticism.
Liang couldn’t help but let his smile grow wider, a sense of satisfaction emanating from him.
With a flourish of his hand, his long, slender fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if weaving an invisible tapestry. And just like that, an ethereal figure began to materialize in front of them, its translucent form shimmering gently in the ethereal light.
Ariana’s gaze fixated on the figure, her eyes widening with surprise, like a fleeting moment of vulnerability piercing through her cold exterior. The surprise slowly transformed into a sense of recognition.
Her icy demeanor softened, her voice barely a whisper as she managed to utter. "Min Er..."