Violet slapped his hand away, her large brown eyes filled with fury. “All this time, I’ve never formally taken away your title as first place core disciple not because I couldn’t, but because I care little for the title. Since you want to lose the last bit of prestige you have, I don’t mind obliging.”
Arthurian lightly leaped backward. “Come then, little princess.”
“I don’t need your invitation, dwarf.”
When Arthurian heard this, his complacent expression darkened. What he hated the most was when people referred to his shortness. In a world where cultivators could reach up to seven, eight or even nine feet tall, where some people found it more convenient to report their heights in meters instead of feet, how could he be satisfied with his height? It was just another reminder that he had gotten the short end of the stick in life’s lottery.
“You’ll regret that.” A long knife appeared in Arthurian’s hand as his eyes reddened.
Violet snorted. Her long brown hair began to wave in the air as rivers of water appeared around her.
Seeing this, Arthurian’s serious expression couldn’t help but deepen. Violet was yet another talent more outstanding than him, despite being barely over 200 years old, she had already mastered her water will to the 2nd intent level.
However, Arthurian had a full 800 years of experience over her. Even if she was more talented, what did it mean in face of his absolute power?
Arthurian’s body shimmered and disappeared, deploying his Caedes family’s Heaven level technique.
The surroundings seemed distorted from reality, bending to his will.
By all rights, a 98th ranked quadrant shouldn’t have a family with a Heaven Level technique within it. Unfortunately for others, this 98th ranked quadrant was once ranked 20th. How could its ancient families not have resources surpassing the norm?
What was up became down, and what was left became right. Violet’s senses distorted, unable to grasp a solid hold of what was happening.
At that moment, Violet’s arrogance was doused with cold water. Although she was an unprecedented talent of their quadrant, able to rank 6th among core disciples at only 200 years old, Arthurian was almost 1000 years old!
Her water will began to struggle to properly solidify. Even her attempts to probe the surroundings with her senses came up empty.
Suddenly she felt a blade glide across her skin.
She leaped backward, thinking she dodged just in time. But that was when Arthurian’s laugh brought her back to reality.
“What beautiful skin, I wonder how much I have to expose before you start begging for mercy?”
Violet’s face paled when she looked down to see the sleeve of her disciple robes cut, exposing the side of her undergarments.
Rage welled up in her heart. But, now wasn’t the time to act like a dainty and innocent girl. If she didn’t focus, Arthurian would do much worse to her.
Arhurian’s laughter continued to echo. “I heard that that Dyon character is your boyfriend?” Arthurian sneered. “I’d like to see the look on that bastard’s face when he realizes how I took his woman’s honor. It’s too bad no one will ever know what happened today.”
Another knife sliced forward, cutting Violet’s other sleeve. Before she could spin and react, yet another stabbed forward across her back, exposing her entire torso.
Violet’s undergarments were split in two, releasing a pair of delicately formed breasts with gentle pink slopes gracing their centers.
“I’LL KILL YOU!”
“Tsk, tsk.” Aruthurian shook his head, involuntarily licking his dry lips. “Such a fiery temper. Would it still be so fiery if I started carving that pretty face of yours?”
Violet’s first instinct was to cover her chest. But, if she really did so, how would she continue fighting? She could only try her hardest to wrap a layer of water around her to obstruct the view, but she was finding it more and more difficult to manipulate her wills in within this technique.
However, her instincts were telling her that Arthurian couldn’t keep this up for long either. A heaven level technique should have massive consumption requirements. Considering Arthurian became a saint with 80 or so meridians filled, he didn’t have the capital to be so wasteful. The fact he was toying with her would be his downfall.
Suddenly, Arthurian’s laugh became louder. “I know what you’re thinking. You must be biding your time, thinking I’ll run out of energy, hm?”
Violet froze. There was only one reason he’d say this: he had a solution!
At that moment, what seemed like a smoke bomb exploded in front of Violet.
Her face distorted, but it was too late. She had already breathed smoke in…
In an instant, her body weakened. “Meridian Constricting Powder!” She shouted out weakly. “You shameless bastard, you went to Poison Tower?!”
Arthurian sneered. “This poison was supposed to help me steal a relatively powerful inheritance. But, you pathetic so-called geniuses of the outer ring earn inheritances too rarely, so I never found anyone suitable. You’ll be my consolation prize.”
Violet lost control of her water will, causing splashes of liquid to fall onto her already exposed body.
At that moment, Arthurian appeared before her, reaching out and caressing her breast, completely ignoring the look that could kill even demons Violet was giving him.
“What do you think I should do to you before I kill you, hm?” Arthurian asked, teasingly.
His hands reached down, ripping away the rest of Violet’s clothing.
At that moment, the three disciples that Arthurian had sealed involuntarily gulped, their eyes unable to stop greedily taking in the sight. Since they were definitely going to die anyway, what qualms did they have remaining?
Violet grit her teeth, her eyes almost spitting fire. But, she was still slammed to the ground facedown, exposing her most delicate regions for all to see.
Her cheeks became coated with tears and unwillingness. However, there was nothing she could do as Arthurian kneeled down behind her.