Chapter 292: Chapter 290: You Have to Catch This One Too
"You’d better catch this one, too. Go."
As he spoke.
The ice arrow shot through the air with the force of a thunderclap. Immense power pulsed from it. A bone-chilling aura swept across the entire Open Sea, and at that moment, the temperature plummeted until the very air seemed to freeze solid.
The ice bow, formed from currents of water, now floated upright before Aaron Sinclair. It radiated a frosty aura and glowed with a lustrous sheen. Though it looked like a top-tier Magic Treasure, it was, in fact, a manifestation of his Cultivation.
He had just drawn the bow and nocked the arrow, one foot braced at an angle while his hands pulled the string, a true display of using both hands and feet in unison.
Across from him, Jocelyn Grant had only just managed to steady herself when she looked up to see another volley of ice arrows hurtling toward her. The force was so immense that she was forced to defend with all her strength, unable to hold anything in reserve.
Jocelyn Grant hovered in midair.
She raised her hands, forming seals to cast her Magic. Simultaneously, a Defense Barrier materialized around her to block the incoming ice arrows. As their Cultivations clashed, this stretch of the Open Sea began to tremble. Demonic Beasts roared from the depths, the water churned violently, and waves spiraled into waterspouts, making it look as if a cataclysmic disaster had struck.
The ice arrows shattered against Jocelyn Grant’s defense.
Just as she was thinking, ’He’s not so tough after all. That must have been his strongest attack,’ several even larger bows materialized in the sky above the Open Sea. Bows and arrows, formed from currents of water, solidified into ice, radiating a frigid aura.
The arrows were aimed directly at Jocelyn Grant.
The figure hovering opposite her smiled and spoke. "Hey, female cultivator, that was just a warm-up. The real fight starts now. Heads up."
As he spoke, he waved a hand. Instantly, the massive ice bows floating before him, controlled by his Telekinesis, began to automatically nock arrows and draw their bowstrings.
Jocelyn Grant’s face fell at the sight. She could feel an endless, oppressive power radiating from them. It felt as if the slightest mistake would mean being utterly obliterated by that force.
’I’m a Late-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator. Why am I no match for this boy even when I’m giving it my all? He’s clearly at the same level as me, so why is his power so terrifying?’
Before she could make sense of it, Aaron Sinclair made a casual flick of his finger. The next instant, countless ice arrows tore through the air... and rained down directly on Jocelyn Grant.
Aaron Sinclair’s combat prowess was simply too great. Jocelyn Grant was forced completely onto the defensive, unable to mount a single attack. The ice arrows kept coming, wave after endless wave as if they cost him nothing, until one finally struck home. She was sent flying backward, bleeding from her wounds and coughing up blood.
Seeing her cough up blood, Aaron Sinclair said, "Oh, you’re bleeding. No worries, no worries... Tell you what. Since I’m the one who made you cough up blood, I’ll give you a chance to make the first move. Go on, hurry up and hit me with your best shot."
At his words, Jocelyn Grant spat out another mouthful of blood—this time, purely out of rage.
Humiliating. This was an absolute humiliation.
’This boy is infuriating!’ She was a mighty Late-stage Divinity Transformation expert, yet he showed her absolutely no respect. This feeling... it was the same stifling frustration she felt whenever she had to face Celeste Grant.
"Just who are you?"
Until now, Jocelyn Grant had always considered herself terrifyingly powerful. She savored the feeling of possessing such immense strength. But she had already reached the Divinity Transformation Stage, so why was she still being completely overpowered?
Hearing Jocelyn Grant ask again,
Aaron Sinclair put a hand on his hip. "That question again? Is it really that important for you to know who I am?"
He pointed to his own face. "Take a look at me. Who do I remind you of? Isn’t it obvious?"
’Who else has a face that looks so much like that Demon?’ Jocelyn Grant cursed inwardly. ’Of all the people to look like, he just had to resemble that Demon, Javier Sinclair.’
Wait... did he mean? Realization dawned on Jocelyn Grant. She pointed a trembling finger at him. "You’re that Demon’s son?"
The boy before her was the son of Celeste Grant and that Demon, Javier Sinclair. That meant he was the child from all those years ago, the one with the Top-grade Ice Spirit Root.
Jocelyn Grant had always wanted to dig out his Spirit Root and give it to her son, Ronan Yardley. She had just never gotten the chance... until now.
’How long has it even been?’ His Cultivation had already reached such a terrifying level. With that kind of Cultivation Talent, he would be considered a rare, heaven-blessed prodigy even in the Upper Realm.
How is that fair!
What right did Celeste Grant have to birth such a talented son?
Jocelyn Grant thought of her own son, Ronan Yardley, who was unable to practice Cultivation. Even with his body healed, he could only live as a mortal. Then there were her two children with Brother Hawthorne; their aptitudes weren’t high, either.
Her face twisted with jealousy at the mere thought.
Why did Celeste Grant get to have all the good things? ’It’s not fair! It’s not fair!’
"So you really are Celeste Grant’s son."
’And to think she had wanted to recruit this boy for her own use.’ She burned with shame and rage. ’He did it on purpose! That brat must have been deliberately waiting to see me make a fool of myself! He’s just as treacherous as that bitch Celeste Grant!’
Hearing her words, Aaron Sinclair, who was hovering above the Open Sea, chuckled. "That’s right. The Javier Sinclair you were talking about? That’s my dear old dad. You’d already guessed, hadn’t you? You just didn’t want to admit it."
As he spoke, he reached up to toy with the ribbon on his shoulder and gave a slight smile. It was a smile identical to Celeste Grant’s—with the same roguish, self-satisfied glint.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Aaron Sinclair. I am the son of The Cultivation World’s Greatest Fiend, Javier Sinclair, and what’s more, the son of the Cultivation World’s number one beauty, Celeste Grant. I am their one and only, bona fide son. Only a mother as beautiful and fair as mine could give birth to a son as handsome and dashing as me. Oh, but forget it. A hag like you wouldn’t understand."
The number one beauty in the Cultivation World?
’Who? Celeste Grant? As if she deserves to be called the number one beauty in the Cultivation World.’
"Damn it, I should have realized sooner."
Jocelyn Grant’s expression became one of righteous indignation. "The son of a Demon has, as expected, grown up to be a ruthless and vicious monster."
Her heart ached as she thought of the slain Demon Cultivator, Nimbus. She could feel that the brand from the master-servant contract between them had vanished.
That could only mean his Divine Soul had been completely annihilated.
"Nimbus..."
’I will avenge you.’
With this thought, she glared angrily at Aaron Sinclair and said in a cold voice, "Do you really think you’re all that powerful? You’ve pushed me into a corner, so don’t blame me for what comes next. Today, I will cut you down and offer your life to appease Nimbus’s spirit!"
Jocelyn Grant was now just running her mouth, lashing out with vicious words. Perhaps because her Cultivation couldn’t compare, she was trying to win a victory elsewhere. That’s why nothing but venom came from her lips.
Aaron Sinclair retorted, "That snake’s Divine Soul was annihilated. What spirit is there left to appease?"
Jocelyn Grant: "Shut your mouth! So young and already so vile. It’s clear your parents never taught you any manners."
’My parents never taught me any manners?’
Aaron Sinclair’s smile vanished, his face turning ice-cold. In an instant, the Immortal Spirit Qi enveloping him transformed into swirling Demonic Qi.
