“Arthurian! Do you think that you can do whatever you want just because of your Caedes family?!” An inner disciple of Soul Rending Peak cried out with exasperation as she looked at her killer, completely un-resigned.
The sword wound had caused irreparable damage to her heart. Almost as soon as she shouted out these final words, she fell, her life hanging on a string.
Arthurian didn’t even bother to respond to the girl, instead looking down on her with disdain and rage. This was his final chance to achieve something. He would be 1000 years old in less than three years, when that happened, he wouldn’t be able to enter the tower anymore and everything would be over.
However, even after two months of practically begging every statue he could come across in the outer ring, he hadn’t received any legacies. By the end of it all, he had completely given up and started to walk around aimlessly.
It was then that he came across this inner disciple, sitting cross legged before a statue.
Arthurian became filled with jealousy, and before the statue could warn her chosen Legatee, he had drawn a sword through her back.
“You’re a mere inner disciple from a nameless family and you dare to think of accepting a legacy when even I couldn’t? HOW DARE YOU?!”
Arthurian seethed with rage, wanting to trample everything in sight.
At first he had thought that he could steal the legacy away after killing her, but it turned out that the girl had already fused with it and was only comprehending what she could while waiting to be teleported out.
She had been exceptionally careful. She heard the words of the elders, but she felt complete disdain for them. How could a pitiful quadrant like their own possibly have enough resources to properly compensate her for a Legacy? She knew from the very beginning that their sect had only planned on taking advantage of them.
So, being the cautious person she was, she disguised herself. It wasn’t until Arthurian attacked her that her disguise faltered.
That was how exceptionally disgusting Arthurian’s character was. He hadn’t even known that she was a member of his sect when he attacked, he just hated any and everyone who could have what he couldn’t.
The spirit looked at Arthurian, filled with unwillingness and disgust. She had finally found a suitable disciple after millions of years, yet she was taken away. The body of an essence gatherer was far too fragile, it wouldn’t be long before her soul dissipated, and her life truly came to an end.
“What? Are you mad? Blame yourself for choosing such a trash Legatee!” Arthurian was maddened with rage. He didn’t want to be the King of a puddle, he wanted to be a Sea King in the vast ocean!
Yet, he wasn’t even the best in his family. Some bullshit son from a branch family had become the Legatee of his Soul Rending Peak, while his own cousin was far better than him, having been born with an Earth Constitution. Let alone Sea King, he couldn’t even be the King of his own puddle anymore!
The spirit’s features twisted with rage, but in the end she could do nothing. She was still constrained by the rules of the tower and unlike the Holy Princess, she wasn’t willing to be erased from existence just for revenge.
“Arthurian, what did you do!” Suddenly, a voice appeared from the dense fog and a very familiar figure appeared with three disciples following behind her.
Violet’s features trembled with rage when she saw the girl bleeding out on the ground.
She sprinted to her side, feeding her the best healing pills she had. However, because Dyon was taken away by Clara, she wasn’t able to enter the Duke floors, so the pills she had were mediocre at best. No where near good enough to heal such a chest wound.
“You fiend!” Violet screeched. This girl was a relatively young talent of their sect, Sophia. The reason Violet was so enraged was because this very girl was a part of her faction, yet Arthurian actually attacked to kill her!
The three disciples behind Violet had enraged expressions on their faces as well, but they didn’t dare to so blatantly denounce a member of the Caedes family. Not only were they too weak, their families were too weak as well.
Arthurian’s features twisted with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. He could ignore the other three disciples, but Violet was the daughter of the sect master. If she told him what happened here, he would definitely be severely punished. ‘Unless…’
His anger dissipated, replaced by a cruel smile.
The aura of a saint erupted from him, causing the disciples that followed Violet here to tremble and fall to the ground.
Without allowing Violet to react, he sealed their movements, restricting both their cultivation and action.
Violet’s frown became fiercer. “What are you trying to do here? Do you think you’re a match for me?”
Arthurian laughed. “You think that just because I gave up the first-place palace to you that you’re stronger than I am? Did we fight? Did you witness my battle power? The only reason I didn’t say anything when you won that bet is because your father isn’t to be trifled with. Even my Caedes family is forced to show him respect. But, where is he now?”
He kneeled down, picking up Violet’s lovely chin with a single finger while exuding his Viscount level Presence. “What a little ignorant princess you are? You really believed that I bowed out because I was afraid of fighting you? How laughable.”