Chandler went pale in the face, realizing that the spiritual energy in his body was actually draining out of him and entering the dagger.


    He was unable to absorb the energy within the dagger. Instead, he was going to be drained of his own spiritual energy!


    "What''s happening, Mister Seamus?" Chandler asked, terrified.


    Seamus stood with his hands behind his back. "This is the Flying Dagger, a treasure my ancestors left behind for me. Only a Rocher can absorb its energy."


    "W-Why did you do this to me?"


    Chandler knew that something was incredibly wrong then. The dagger seemed to be sucking away at his spiritual energy, strength, and even his life force by the second. He would be a corpse in a matter of minutes if this went on.


    Seamus sighed. "My apologies. The Rochers cannot meet their demise because of me. I have to use your powers to activate the energy in the dagger, and then try to control it."


    "How could you, Seamus Rocher!" Chandler roared. "I was willing to die for your family, and swore on my life to be loyal to you, yet you plotted to kill me?"


    Chandler understood then that Seamus had no ns to make him a Super Sanctuary level cultivator in the first ce.


    Instead, Seamus was nning to use Chandler''s powers to activate the dagger


    and absorb its energy to be an elite himself.


    Chandler had underestimated how cunning Seamus could be.


    Seamus let out a sigh as he looked up. "I didn''t want to do this either, Elder


    Fornst. This is a matter of life and death for my family, and I had to go about it this way. Please don''t fault me, and may you rest in peace."


    "Seamus Rocher, you bastard!"


    Chandler was physically beginning to dry up from having his literal life sucked out of him.


    He found that he could not let go of the dagger, either.


    The dagger was clinging on to him instead of the other way around, slowly draining him of everything.


    The rest of the Rochers stared on in terror.


    They finally understood Seamus'' real intentions then.


    He had been using Chandler all along


    Chandler had been working for the Rochers for twenty years. Despite the fact that they paid him handsomely for it, Seamus'' move still sent a chill down everyone''s spine.


    The next second, however, that chill disappeared.


    This was just how the world worked. It was every man for his own.


    If Seamus was able to be an elite, Chandler would have been a worthy sacrifice. He was, after all, an outsider.


    He was hardly importantpared to the glory of the Rocher family.


    The family members even grew excited at the thought, especially Sawyer.


    If his father were to really be an elite and defeat Wilbur, the Rochers would be untouchable.


    Sawyer looked at his father hungrily, hoping that Seamus would give the chance to him. Sawyer would have the world wrapped around his finger, bing the elite of elites.


    The thought made his expression turn crazed.


    Just then, the glowing off the dagger was all the more dazzling as Chandler slowly dried up.


    He copsed to the ground within a few minutes,pletely drained.


    Before he fell, he used thest of his strength to say, "You won''t get away with doing this, Seamus Rocher. I might be dead, but I''m cursing your entire family to suffer a terrible fate."


    "Rest in peace. I''ll remember what you did for us, but I wouldn''t worry about the Rochers if I were you. We would have died a long time ago if karma was real," said Seamus.