Chapter 2597: Chapter 2597: Delivering the Message
"The world has truly changed. Even an insignificant ant dares to threaten me."
The Blood Soul Emperor’s telekinesis was seated cross-legged in his sea of consciousness, sneering coldly: "Have you thought about the consequences of speaking to me like this?"
"And what are the consequences?" Marcellus Lopez replied with equal disdain, "In the past, you might have been able to threaten me. I know you, one of the three emperors of the Ancient Era, an exceptionally powerful master. But so what? Right now, I’m standing right in front of you. What can you do to me?"
Originally planning to seek revenge on Silvio Reed, Marcellus Lopez immediately distanced himself from Nine Provinces Tomb upon sensing the desperate combat between the Blood Soul Emperor and Julius Reed.
He knew that if he got caught in the crossfire, it could result in injury.
When two tigers fight, he only needs to ensure his own strength to achieve great things.
But unexpectedly, he suddenly encountered the phantom-like Blood Soul Emperor.
This aura was very familiar to Marcellus Lopez.
Of course, all of this was thanks to his armor.
This piece of ancient armor could keenly detect the presence of spiritual power.
It was precisely because of this armor back then that Marcellus Lopez’s telekinesis did not dissipate after death, being retained within the armor.
Thus, leading to his current state.
The armor that housed Marcellus Lopez’s telekinesis was equally sensitive to other telekinesis.
Therefore, he could detect the very faint aura of the Blood Soul Emperor.
Being so dissipated likely meant he was injured.
Marcellus Lopez understood this very well, which was why he dared to threaten the Blood Soul Emperor.
He had confidence and assurance.
"You’re right; right now, I indeed cannot do anything to you, but what about in the future? Surely you don’t naively believe I will remain this weak forever?" The Blood Soul Emperor smiled faintly, not angered at all.
Right now, he was very weak and needed to recover.
If he hadn’t preemptively split his telekinesis, he might have truly been killed by Julius Reed at the Drunken Man Pavilion.
Although he was still alive now, being in someone else’s hands made the Blood Soul Emperor very uncomfortable.
A tiger down the mountain is bullied by dogs.
"As long as I don’t let you go, how would you ever recover enough to escape me? It might take you thousands of years. Spiritual power is not rootless water; you need a massive amount to recover. Without it, you are merely a wasted soul, a remnant!"
Marcellus Lopez pressed on aggressively: "Now I offer you two paths. Either you help me, or I obliterate you!"
The Blood Soul Emperor was a threat that couldn’t be left alone.
But Marcellus Lopez had to exploit the Blood Soul Emperor to gain power.
He had witnessed the prowess of Julius Reed, seen Silvio Reed’s might, and understood the strength of the Blood Soul Emperor.
He desperately wanted to enhance his own strength now.
And the figure of an emperor standing before him was undoubtedly his best choice.
As long as the Blood Soul Emperor imparted his ultimate skill to him, Marcellus Lopez believed he would become even more outstanding!
He was once a General; now donning ancient armor, he held all the advantages.
If he obtained the Blood Soul Emperor’s true teachings, what need would he have to fear Julius Reed?
By that time, wouldn’t the world be his for the taking?
Such a heaven-sent opportunity, he did not want to miss it.
"Of course, if you’re willing to help me, I’ll release you, or give you enough spiritual power to recover."
Marcellus Lopez both coerced and coaxed, eagerly wanting the Blood Soul Emperor’s heritage.
His time was limited.
Julius Reed wasn’t dead yet, which was a severe threat.
He now had to cherish Julius Reed’s wounded state to strengthen himself.
"Blood Soul, I know you are indeed someone. But now, you really have no choice." Marcellus Lopez softened his tone again: "You were once an emperor; I will grant you an emperor’s dignity. As long as you are willing to help me, I’ll give you enough spiritual power and release you in five hundred years. You can come for revenge at that time if you wish."
"I, Marcellus Lopez, keep my promises and will never break my word."
After speaking, he stared at the Blood Soul Emperor, trying to detect any sign.
Dealing with such proud individuals was what Marcellus Lopez found most annoying.
He could threaten the weak with force, but for the strong, especially ones like the Blood Soul Emperor, he had to coax them.
Using force would undoubtedly backfire.
"If you want to kill me, feel free. I am now just a wisp of a remnant soul; it’s very easy for you to annihilate me."
The Blood Soul Emperor smiled lightly, "Go ahead, I can’t possibly cooperate with you. You... are unworthy."
"Blood Soul!" Marcellus Lopez exclaimed excitedly, "Face reality! Recognize reality! You’re in my hands now; what right do you have to negotiate conditions with me?"
He had been plenty humble and restrained.
But even so, the Blood Soul Emperor remained stubborn.
Marcellus Lopez’s patience was wearing thin.
"Alright, since you are so sincere, give me some spiritual power to awaken my telekinesis. In return, I will teach you one of my secret skills." The Blood Soul Emperor sighed helplessly.
"Sure, no problem." Marcellus Lopez also felt a bit happy. As long as the Blood Soul Emperor was willing to nod, everything afterward would be much simpler.
"Just wait."
He withdrew his telekinesis and, standing in the yellow sand, began to slowly channel spiritual power.
There was no spiritual power in the Taklamakan, but Marcellus Lopez had some.
The yellow sand surrounding him was a massive reservoir of spiritual power.
Even the skeleton soldiers relied on the spiritual power within the yellow sand for sustenance.
Marcellus Lopez spread his hand, and the blood-colored mist began to absorb spiritual power.
Ten minutes later, Marcellus Lopez cut off the spiritual power.
Once again, he used his telekinesis to enter this faint sea of consciousness.
"Well, I’ve fulfilled my promise to you. As long as you help me, once I obtain everything I desire, I will give you the finest piece of land under the sky." Marcellus Lopez continued to entice the Blood Soul Emperor.
First paint a big picture, then talk about getting the inheritance.
"I am quite satisfied." The Blood Soul Emperor’s confidence was evidently a bit stronger.
"Emperors can communicate with heaven and earth. Remember what I’m about to teach you." With a gesture, a white light appeared in the sea of consciousness, entering Marcellus Lopez’s telekinesis!
"As long as you practice diligently and comprehend it, you will surpass the majority. I am tired; this is enough for you to study for three days. In three days, give me more spiritual power, and come back then." The Blood Soul Emperor issued an order to leave.
"Alright." Marcellus Lopez very tactfully left.
Back in the outside world, a magical art appeared in his mind.
Sure enough, the Blood Soul Emperor taught him something powerful.
Marcellus Lopez eagerly began to perform it, relying on his memory to start practicing.
A faint white light emanated from his fingertips.
He pointed towards the sky!
The white light pierced through the air, shooting upwards!
The brilliant spiritual power exploded instantly!
Like fireworks, it was magnificent!
"Truly it can communicate with heaven and earth, but what is the use of such a magical art?" Marcellus Lopez pondered and thought the art was very mysterious, so he focused on practicing it further.
However, eight hundred miles away!
Jessica was closing her eyes.
Nova stood beside Jessica.
"I know the location; the Blood Soul informed me." Jessica suddenly opened her eyes, looking in the direction of Marcellus Lopez.
