Chapter 1699
At that moment, the Hellfire Sword radiated a blinding sword light, and destructive power gushed
forward.
James smiled faintly as he raised the Primordial Dragon de to resist the Sword Energy. The moment
he deflected the Sword Energy, Zekiel moved at an extraordinary speed and appeared behind James.
Then, the Hellfire Sword pierced through James’ body.
“What?”
The crowd eximed.
“Is James defeated?”
Just as everyone thought that James was defeated, his body that was pierced through began to
disintegrate.
1-It’s an afterimage!”
“He moves so fast that only an afterimage remains!”
Zekiel was stunned.
Just as he was stunned, a sword was pressed against his back.
He turned stiffly.
James was pointing the Primordial Dragon de at him.
After momentarily freezing for a few seconds, he recollected himself and said smilingly, “You truly are
impressive, James. I admit defeat.”
Zekiel conceded defeat.
He was no match for James. If James fought seriously, he would be killed.
James pulled back his sword and said smilingly, “You went easy on me.”
“You’re too strong and too fast. My eyes can’t even follow your movements.”
Disappointment was written on Zekiel’s face. He thought he could spread his name far and wide with
the Pris Sword Art and the Hellfire Sword. However, he was defeated after only demonstrating his
Pris Sword Art. Meanwhile, his Hellfire Sword did not stand a chance against the Primordial Dragon
de at all
Many gathered in the distance and spectated the show.
They anticipated the castle’s destruction. However, they never expected James to be so strong that he
could defeat Zekiel in just a few moves. Besides, it was obvious he went easy on Zekiel. Otherwise,
Zekiel would have been dead.
Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor’s expression turned grim.
This was beyond his and the Blood Race’s expectation. They intended for the Solean martial artists to
turn against each other.
However, this was no longer important. These people before him were simply a bunch of insignificant
creatures. To him, only ninth-ranked grandmasters were worthy of his attention. As long as they
concealed their strength and remained in the crowd, the Blood Race would not gain the opportunity to
capture them all in one fell swoop as they were weakened.
“James is getting stronger…”
The First Blood Emperor murmured.
He remembered that James was significantly weaker than he currently was while they were in Malgudi.
However, he managed to be this terrifying in such a short amount of time. He knew that he would
not be able to deflect Zekiel’s move head-on. However, James managed to do so with ease. He even
appeared behind Zekiel at lightning speed. If James had fought seriously, Zekiel would have been
dead.
In the rubble…
James scanned his surroundings and said, “Archbishop Pris of the Pris Sect has been defeated.
Is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?”
James’ voice boomed.
Everyone looked at one another.
The vast majority of people here came here to watch the show. The influential martial artists, on the
other hand, chose to bide their strength upon witnessing James’ brute strength. They waited for others
to step forward to challenge James so that they could make a move when James was injured.
Time passed.
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Soon, five minutes passed.
“No one?”
James said.
“I’d like to challenge you.”
Just as everyone was waiting in anticipation, an elderly man stepped forward in the distance. He wore
an ordinary costume and a bamboo hat.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the man.
James stared at the man.
The man was around seventy years of age and had a mustache. He looked like an ordinary man and
did not exude any aura.
The elderly man walked over to James and removed his bamboo hat, sping his hands and saying.
“I’m the Spirit Master of the Heaven and Earth Sect…. Please, do not go easy on me.”