Chapter 828: Chapter 828 A Saint Without Power
When Saumel Baton heard my words, a slight smirk crossed his face.
"Mason Raymond, are you always this careful?" Saumel Baton asked.
"After getting burned before, I have to be," I didn’t hide my worries.
Saumel Baton paused, then said, "Alright, I’ll snap a picture with my phone and send it over."
"Thanks." I bowed slightly to show my appreciation.
After that, I didn’t stick around. I said goodbye to both of them and left the Green family, rushing toward the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.
Even though I trusted the Pavilion Master and Paul Randall, I couldn’t shake the worry that someone might steal my reward.
Before long, I reached River Town.
The moment I stepped off the carriage, I knew something was wrong.
Everything looked calm on the surface, but I could feel danger hiding under that peaceful facade.
I narrowed my eyes and said coldly, "You’re already here, so why keep hiding? Show yourselves."
As soon as I finished speaking, several figures stepped out from the shadows.
"Mason Raymond, we meet again."
The voice belonged to Cooper Hill, an elder from the Michelle Sect!
Four people flanked him!
These four didn’t have overwhelming auras, but something strange pulsed from them with every movement.
"Cooper Hill, you ran away last time, and now you dare come back." I said coldly.
Cooper Hill laughed, "I underestimated you before, but this time we’re ready."
"Is that right?" My expression grew colder.
"Mason Raymond, our Michelle Sect is still very interested in you. The offer stands - join us, and you can be with Mabel Sean again. What do you say?" Cooper Hill smirked.
I couldn’t help but scoff, "A bunch of backstabbing liars. I gave you a chance, but all you did was plot against me. You really have the nerve to say that?"
"Well, aren’t you suspicious of us too?" Cooper Hill snorted.
"Mason Raymond, as long as you agree to join us, I can make the call and give you three Mystic Realms!"
"With your current condition, what you need most is qi, right? The Mystic Realm should be pretty important to you, shouldn’t it?"
I thought it over and said, "You’re right, the Mystic Realm is important to me."
"If I had three Mystic Realms, that would be enough to push me into the Half-step Martial Saint Realm."
"But even when seeking wealth, an honest person finds the right path. As for your sect, I don’t see any reason to work together."
Cooper Hill’s face went stiff at my words.
"Then no more talk - hand over Mabel Sean and Leigh Simpson!" Cooper Hill commanded coldly.
"In your dreams." I shot back with a mocking tone.
While I spoke, my aura quickly rose.
The Power of the Martial Saint burst out without holding back.
"Perfect timing to test a new technique I learned on all of you," I said, squinting.
But then Cooper Hill stepped back.
"Mason Raymond, I’m not stupid. You have Martial Saint Power, so naturally I’d have to back off for now," Cooper Hill said coolly.
"These four will be your opponents."
The second he finished speaking, the four stepped forward.
They gave off a weird aura that felt heavily oppressive.
Then each of them pulled out a token!
The tokens had complex talisman symbols carved into them, shooting out beams of bright light.
In seconds, the space around me became strangely warped.
Even the spiritual power in my body got suddenly suppressed!
I frowned and asked coldly, "What kind of technique is this?"
Cooper Hill burst out laughing, "This technique was made specifically for Half-step Martial Saints. In this space, your aura gets suppressed!"
"In other words, in this space, you’re just an ordinary person who can’t use any spiritual power!"
My brows furrowed as I clenched my fist and tried to use my technique, but nothing happened.
"There’s actually such a strange technique?" I couldn’t hide my shock.
Cooper Hill sneered, "The Michelle Sect has been around for hundreds of years - its foundation is beyond what you can imagine!"
"Move now, kill him!"
Following Cooper Hill’s order, the group quickly charged at me!
They used killing techniques from tricky angles, going straight for my vital spots!
The four were extremely fast, leaving me nowhere to run!
"Boom!"
The four techniques slammed hard into my body!
Thick smoke billowed up, blocking everyone’s view!
"Hmph, he doesn’t know when he’s beaten." Seeing this, Cooper Hill let out a cold laugh.
"Bring his body back - the boss wants it."
The moment Cooper Hill finished speaking, his face changed dramatically.
He saw the four men get thrown back. Their chests were crushed!
"How is that possible?! Did the technique lose its power?!" Cooper Hill yelled in horror.
"Did you think that by suppressing my spiritual power, I’d just let you butcher me?" I said coldly.
"Elder Hill, his physical strength... it’s too terrifying!" One of them struggled to speak.
Cooper Hill’s face darkened even more.
Even though these four weren’t top experts, they were at the peak of the Military Marquis Realm!
Four at the Peak of the Military Marquis Realm couldn’t even beat a suppressed me?
"True, my spiritual power is suppressed, but my physical body hasn’t changed," I clenched my fist.
"Just relying on these weaklings, I doubt they could kill me."
Cooper Hill squinted and muttered, "The Power of the Martial Saint probably transformed his physical body."
Cooper Hill was right - my physical body had now become as strong as a Martial Saint’s!
"Lucky for me, I came prepared." Cooper Hill’s lips curved into a cold smirk.
He reached out, and a broken blade appeared in his hand.
"Martial Saint Weapon?" My expression shifted slightly.
With my spiritual power suppressed, I’d have trouble fighting off a Martial Saint Weapon.
Especially when the person wielding the Martial Saint Weapon was a Half-step Martial Sage!
Cooper Hill gripped the sharp weapon and said calmly, "This isn’t just any Martial Saint Weapon. It’s a killing weapon - its power far exceeds ordinary Martial Saint Weapons!"
I sensed real danger.
My eyebrows knitted together as I clenched my fist, trying to break this formation!
But the formation couldn’t be broken. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t use even a bit of my inner spiritual power!
"Die!"
Cooper Hill roared furiously. He gripped the broken blade with both hands and poured his surging energy into it!
The blade immediately got wrapped in an extremely dominating murderous aura!
This murderous aura was terrifying - it even carried a thick smell of blood!
"Die!"
Cooper Hill grabbed the broken blade and slashed fiercely toward me!
Countless bright streaks mixed with Martial Saint Aura and murderous intent rushed at me!
