Chapter 790: Chapter 790 Marquis Are Just Insects
The echo bounced through the fortress walls, lingering as the Martial Saint’s power completely merged with my body.
I remained still, eyes half-closed, absorbing this incredible strength.
"So this is what Martial Saint power feels like?" I murmured under my breath, making fists and sensing the overwhelming energy rushing through me like an endless ocean!
This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before—so intense it was almost addictive, impossible to resist!
Right now, I was dying to test out this Martial Saint strength.
I actually hoped the Purple Flame Sect would show up sooner.
"How are you feeling?" Tilda Maxwayne walked over and asked.
I gave her a nod. "Really good."
"That’s a relief," Tilda let out a breath, seeing how calm I seemed.
The circular platform in front of us started crumbling, collapsing into rubble within seconds.
I stared at the wreckage, confused. "Mrs. Maxwayne, was that young guy just now your family’s ancestor? He looked so young—nothing like what I expected."
Tilda clarified, "Most powerful cultivators in our family create a backup during their prime years to safeguard the family. You just saw our ancestor at his strongest."
I got it now.
They really planned ahead.
When people reached their peak, they usually didn’t think about what came next.
After we left the fortress, I walked with Tilda back to the Maxwayne family mansion’s main hall.
Inside the hall, the Averys sat waiting, clearly anxious.
When they spotted me, they all jumped to their feet.
Their eyes looked wary.
Even their whole vibe seemed off.
"Mason, how... how do you feel?" Herman Maxwayne asked carefully.
I bowed a little. "Mr. Maxwayne, I feel amazing right now."
Seeing my respectful attitude, Herman relaxed.
He’d been scared that once I got the Martial Saint power, I’d turn on them.
"Then... we’re counting on you to handle the Purple Flame Sect situation," Herman said.
I nodded. "Don’t worry about it."
Right then, Mr. Maxwayne asked seriously, "Mason, even with the Martial Saint power now, I still need to know—how exactly do you plan to keep the Maxwayne family safe?"
"Yeah, we all want to know," Herman agreed.
I settled onto the couch, stayed quiet for a moment, then looked around at everyone.
"There’s only one way to end this permanently," I said firmly.
"What’s that?" they all turned their attention to me.
Something fierce flickered in my eyes.
I said coldly, "Make every single force in Cordelia Kingdom bow to me!"
When they heard this, everyone sucked in their breath!
Getting all the forces to submit to one person? The idea was completely crazy!
"Mason, the different powers in Cordelia Kingdom have been established for years and never been united. You wanting everyone to submit to you is... basically impossible," Herman said.
I laughed. "It’s easy: if they won’t agree, I’ll kill them all."
Besides, I needed golden cores right now anyway, so wiping them out would solve my problem.
The people in the hall exchanged glances, getting a bit spooked by what I’d said.
I stood up. "Don’t worry, I gave the Averys my word that I’d protect this family’s safety."
"Mason, do you realize other forces might also have Martial Saint power?" Tilda warned.
I laughed. "Doesn’t matter."
"Then do you know how many Marquis exist among all the forces in Cordelia Kingdom? Combined, there are at least close to a hundred Marquis!" Herman said with a grave expression.
"One against a hundred? Mason, do you really think you can pull that off?"
I said casually, "The way I see it, today’s Marquis are just insects—not worth worrying about."
This was the confidence the Martial Saint power gave me!
As long as there were no other Martial Saints in this world, I didn’t fear anyone!
Everyone saw how confident I looked and didn’t know what to say.
"Let’s just wait for the Purple Flame Sect to appear," I laughed.
After saying that, I headed back to my place.
The second I got back, the guy with the mustache asked eagerly, "How’d it go? Did you get it?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I got it."
The mustached guy looked curious as he poked and prodded me, mumbling, "Doesn’t feel any different..."
I rolled my eyes. "I haven’t used the Martial Saint power yet; it only lasts a month tops, so I can’t afford to waste it."
For the next couple days.
I sat cross-legged in my room without stepping out, quietly waiting for the Purple Flame Sect to arrive.
Time passed quickly.
Before I knew it, three days had gone by.
On the third morning.
——
The Maxwayne family members all gathered in the courtyard with grim faces.
They stared tensely at the entrance.
Just then, engine sounds roared in the distance.
Soon, several cars drove straight through.
When the cars stopped, over ten Marquis got out!
Leading them was a man in black clothes.
The tall, good-looking man radiated an air of authority, and the faint Marquis presence surrounding him felt even more intimidating.
"It’s actually Carver Nox leading the group." Seeing the man, Herman and the others’ expressions shifted.
Carver Nox led his group toward Herman and the rest.
He looked down at Herman and said coolly, "Who’s running the Maxwayne family?"
"That’s me," Herman stepped forward nervously.
Carver Nox stared coldly at Herman and said, "It’s been three days since our Purple Flame Sect gave you the deadline, and that time is up. What’s your answer?"
Herman took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Nox, our Maxwayne family has always shown respect to the Purple Flame Sect. Do we really have to fight today?"
Carver Nox’s eyes narrowed as he said coldly, "Sounds like you’re not planning to accept our Purple Flame Sect’s generous offer."
Seeing this, Herman couldn’t help but say coldly, "Carver Nox, our Maxwayne family isn’t scared of you!"
Hearing this, Carver Nox burst out laughing!
His terrifying laughter rang through the Maxwayne compound for a long time, filling everyone’s hearts with deep anxiety.
"Foolish!" Carver Nox’s laughter cut off suddenly as he reached out to slap Herman.
Right then, a golden hand shot out and caught Carver Nox’s wrist.
The hand clamped down like a steel trap, gripping Carver Nox’s wrist so tight he couldn’t budge.
Carver Nox’s face changed as he asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"I’m your father!" Without another word, a golden palm swung out and smacked Carver Nox!
