Chapter 3224 Backer
Zen had not been present in the Mighty Sword Hall during the argument between Yasamine and Flamine.
It thus puzzled him to see Yasamin's hostile attitude towards Flamine. He assumed they must have some longstanding grudge against each other.
As for the tickets to the Chaotic Source World, Zen didn't know their value, so he did not see it as a big deal when Flamine offered to give him many tickets. He was more curious as to why Yasamin and Flamine were fighting over him. He wondered what that was all about.
"What do you mean?" he asked Dorothy, hoping to make sense of everything.
She smiled at him playfully. "She wants you to be her son-in-law!"
"What?"
Zen asked incredulously. His jaw dropped.
He had only met Flamine one time. It had been a memorable encounter, and she had been very friendly towards him, but to marry her daughter? What the hell was this?
"Are you tempted?" Dorothy teased. She could see his reaction and deliberately sought to provoke him further.
Zen could see what Dorothy was doing, so he modulated his response. He put on a helpless smile and said, "I don't know Elvinia all that well, and we don't really have anything to do with each other. If Lady Flamine said that, perhaps she was just joking."
Was he serious? Did he really believe Flamine was just kidding around?
Dorothy stared at Zen, her eyes wide with disbelief.
She was very young and naturally shy, so although she wanted to press him, she decided to stop asking further questions. She was worried that others would think she was jealous.
After they left the Mighty Sword Hall, Athemar took out a massive sword, motioning for everyone to come closer. They all stepped on the sword and it lifted them into the air. They flew quickly away from Vastness Mountain, eager to be done with the whole ordeal.
Back in the Mighty Sword Hall, Gethin walked to the golden throne and sat back down.
Natasha clapped her hands. Green light curtains covered the entire hall.
Gethin's gentle manner had changed completely. His sharp eyes became ferocious, like those of a furious beast.
"How many words did you get from him?" he roared.
Natasha and the two leaders of the intelligence agency looked tense. Their efforts with Zen had been cut short by the arrival of representatives from Origin Mountain and Oneness Mountain, which was a great shame. It explained why Gethin was so angry.
"About a hundred words—" Natasha began.
She was cut short by an energy that lashed out at her with a sharp, cracking sound.
She let out a croak of pain.
An invisible hand reached out and grabbed Natasha by the throat, strangling her. She was dragged b
Source World had carved out their own exclusive territory. It was rare to see different races living together on the same land.
"We've already arrived at Black Mountain Guild..."
Shera murmured to herself. She put one hand on the rail while she dragged something with the other hand.
There was a whoosh, and a man was pulled out of the Black Ship. He slammed onto the deck with a muffled thud.
The Evil God stood up from the deck, his face full of displeasure. "I was cultivating! You interrupted me when you dragged me here."
Shera was not bothered by his irritation. "There is a more suitable place for you to cultivate," she said, pointing downwards.
The Evil God looked down. There was a strange, eerie aura emanating from the mountain below them. He could sense that this was not a good place.
"Below us is the Black Mountain Guild, which is comprised of over 800 races. The competition among the people of that sect is very fierce. It's almost impossible for someone to succeed without a backer. You must be constantly on your guard, even among people of your own race. Not every human can be trusted," Shera said in a clinical, analytic tone, as she gazed down at the mountain.
"Backer?" The Evil God looked disdainful. "I don't need anyone to back me up. I'm my own backer!"
By now, Shera was used to the arrogant manner of the Evil God. This man's talent had surprised her again and again. Still, he had just reached the Other Shore Realm, so she thought his arrogance in this instance was unfounded and a bit annoying.
She curled her lips at him. "Fine. You may go down there now."
A bang sounded.
The Evil God suddenly fell, as though a heavy and irresistible weight had been strapped to his body. He dropped from the sky like a stone.
It thus puzzled him to see Yasamin's hostile attitude towards Flamine. He assumed they must have some longstanding grudge against each other.
As for the tickets to the Chaotic Source World, Zen didn't know their value, so he did not see it as a big deal when Flamine offered to give him many tickets. He was more curious as to why Yasamin and Flamine were fighting over him. He wondered what that was all about.
"What do you mean?" he asked Dorothy, hoping to make sense of everything.
She smiled at him playfully. "She wants you to be her son-in-law!"
"What?"
Zen asked incredulously. His jaw dropped.
He had only met Flamine one time. It had been a memorable encounter, and she had been very friendly towards him, but to marry her daughter? What the hell was this?
"Are you tempted?" Dorothy teased. She could see his reaction and deliberately sought to provoke him further.
Zen could see what Dorothy was doing, so he modulated his response. He put on a helpless smile and said, "I don't know Elvinia all that well, and we don't really have anything to do with each other. If Lady Flamine said that, perhaps she was just joking."
Was he serious? Did he really believe Flamine was just kidding around?
Dorothy stared at Zen, her eyes wide with disbelief.
She was very young and naturally shy, so although she wanted to press him, she decided to stop asking further questions. She was worried that others would think she was jealous.
After they left the Mighty Sword Hall, Athemar took out a massive sword, motioning for everyone to come closer. They all stepped on the sword and it lifted them into the air. They flew quickly away from Vastness Mountain, eager to be done with the whole ordeal.
Back in the Mighty Sword Hall, Gethin walked to the golden throne and sat back down.
Natasha clapped her hands. Green light curtains covered the entire hall.
Gethin's gentle manner had changed completely. His sharp eyes became ferocious, like those of a furious beast.
"How many words did you get from him?" he roared.
Natasha and the two leaders of the intelligence agency looked tense. Their efforts with Zen had been cut short by the arrival of representatives from Origin Mountain and Oneness Mountain, which was a great shame. It explained why Gethin was so angry.
"About a hundred words—" Natasha began.
She was cut short by an energy that lashed out at her with a sharp, cracking sound.
She let out a croak of pain.
An invisible hand reached out and grabbed Natasha by the throat, strangling her. She was dragged b
Source World had carved out their own exclusive territory. It was rare to see different races living together on the same land.
"We've already arrived at Black Mountain Guild..."
Shera murmured to herself. She put one hand on the rail while she dragged something with the other hand.
There was a whoosh, and a man was pulled out of the Black Ship. He slammed onto the deck with a muffled thud.
The Evil God stood up from the deck, his face full of displeasure. "I was cultivating! You interrupted me when you dragged me here."
Shera was not bothered by his irritation. "There is a more suitable place for you to cultivate," she said, pointing downwards.
The Evil God looked down. There was a strange, eerie aura emanating from the mountain below them. He could sense that this was not a good place.
"Below us is the Black Mountain Guild, which is comprised of over 800 races. The competition among the people of that sect is very fierce. It's almost impossible for someone to succeed without a backer. You must be constantly on your guard, even among people of your own race. Not every human can be trusted," Shera said in a clinical, analytic tone, as she gazed down at the mountain.
"Backer?" The Evil God looked disdainful. "I don't need anyone to back me up. I'm my own backer!"
By now, Shera was used to the arrogant manner of the Evil God. This man's talent had surprised her again and again. Still, he had just reached the Other Shore Realm, so she thought his arrogance in this instance was unfounded and a bit annoying.
She curled her lips at him. "Fine. You may go down there now."
A bang sounded.
The Evil God suddenly fell, as though a heavy and irresistible weight had been strapped to his body. He dropped from the sky like a stone.
RECENTLY UPDATES
Fantasy
Action
Eastern
Contemporary Romance
Action
Action
Contemporary Romance
Action