"Old man, what the hell do you want?!" the middle-aged man said grimly, frustration etched deep in the lines on his face. He glanced at the ornate jade case on his belt, its intricate carvings reflecting the sunlight, and sneered, "You’re a Runic Cultivator, this thing is worthless to you."
The old man chuckled, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. "Worthless, you say?" he jeered, his voice laced with amusement. "Perhaps I can’t utilize it myself, but I can certainly fetch a handsome price for it," he added, spitting on the ground to emphasize his disdain. "You little thief, stumbling upon this in Frostfell, it rightfully belongs to us runic cultivators."
"Belongs to you?" The middle-aged man’s laughter sliced through the air, cold and filled with incredulity. "What kind of absurdity is that? Frostfell belongs to no one."
"Enough with the empty words," the old man growled, his eyes flashing with impatience and a deadly glimmer. "Do I have to pry it from your lifeless body, or are you going to hand it over willingly?" he sneered, the anticipation of battle visible in his stance.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, pondering his limited options. He knew that fighting here would restrict him to utilizing only half of his true power. Uncertainty gnawed at him, questioning if it would be sufficient to match the prowess of the seasoned thief.
Suddenly, without warning, the middle-aged man thrust his palm forward, conjuring a surge of energy. His voice thundered, "Heaven Overturning Seal!"
In an instant, a brilliant golden seal erupted from his palm, hurtling towards the old man with a force that tore through the air, accompanied by a resounding boom.
The old man’s face remained void of surprise, replaced instead by an arrogant sneer. Swiftly, three of the five vibrant runes orbiting him surged forward, intertwining with each other to form a powerful triangular array.
"Skyline Wall Array!" the man bellowed, his voice laden with authority. The array blazed with a blinding golden light, manifesting into a formidable barrier, interposing itself between the incoming palm seal and the old man.
The clash of power reverberated through the vast expanse, echoing like a thunderous symphony. The collision resulted in a resplendent explosion of energy, illuminating the grassland with an intense brilliance
With a determined grunt, the middle-aged man intensified the force behind his palm, propelling the golden seal forward, inch by inch, pressing against the resilient light wall. However, despite his efforts, it was still too slow to dismantle the barrier.
Undeterred, the middle-aged man extended his other hand, his gaze filled with unwavering resolve. "Earth Overlapping Seal!" he exclaimed with unyielding determination.
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A second seal erupted forth, colliding with the vibrant light wall, creating a tremendous explosion that reverberated through the air.
Boom!
Cracks spider-webbed across the surface of the barrier, spreading like fractured glass until it shattered completely, dispersing its remnants like twinkling shards.
Now free from the confinement of the shattered light wall, the two seals surged forward with unstoppable momentum, carrying with them a deadly intent that could annihilate even an early stage Seventh Order Realm expert, or at the very least, inflict severe injuries upon them.
The old man’s eyes glinted with a sinister light, revealing a depth of malevolence. This time, four of the five radiant runes surrounding him surged forward, aligning themselves in perfect harmony to create a massive and intricate array.
There was no doubt in his expertise - the old man was a Mystical Runic Mastery expert of considerable skill and experience. The ease with which he constructed the array indicated his mastery over this kind of arrays.
"Skyline Annihilation Array - Skyline Arrow."
With a whispered incantation, the old man’s voice resonated with an air of authority. The very fabric of the array shifted, taking on a new form as a massive arrow began to materialize, stretched taut and ready for release.
Boom!
The collision of the arrow and the two seals reverberated through the surroundings, creating a deafening blast that seemed to shake the very foundation of the realm. A powerful shockwave rippled outwards, causing the ground to shudder and crack beneath their feet. The sheer force of the arrow pushed the seals back, their once solid surfaces now marred with countless spiderweb-like cracks, threatening to give way with each passing moment.
It was widely known that an ordinary Mystical Runic Mastery expert possessed a level of power akin to that of an ordinary Mid-Stage Seventh-Order Realm expert. However, the old man’s arrow defied all expectations, radiating a formidable aura that could not be underestimated.
The middle-aged man’s expression darkened, his pride wounded by the fact that he had been forced into battle against this cunning old thief. He found himself fighting on unfamiliar territory, with only half of his power at his disposal, a circumstance that placed him at a distinct disadvantage. A late-stage Void Transformation Realm expert such as himself should never have been pushed to the limit by someone with a lower realm.
In an act of desperation, he clasped his hands together, their trembling betraying his anxiety, and began to chant in a low and resonant tone.
"Heaven Overturning Earth Seal!"
The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation. And then, with a resounding boom that echoed through the very depths of their souls, the two seals yielded to the middle-aged man’s will. In an awe-inspiring display of power, they fused together with a force that seemed to defy the natural order of things. As their transformation was completed, a massive and even more potent seal emerged, its presence radiating an ominous energy that sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.
However, the considerable expenditure of his spiritual qi was etched upon the middle-aged man’s face, visible in the slight pallor that now tugged at his complexion. It was clear that this attack had taken a toll on him, draining him of his very essence.
And yet, despite the toll it had exacted, the newly-formed seal surged with an even greater power, threatening to match and even surpass the destructive force of the arrow.
Rage burned in the old man’s eyes, narrowing them into dangerous slits as he observed the middle-aged man’s faltering retreat. "Don’t even dare to dream,"