Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 593 A Cultivator

Emrys unsheathed the Ice Luna Machete, gripping it with a single hand as it was embedded diagonally in the ground. His fingers glided over the chillingly cold blade. He sneered and remarked, “It’s laughable that you all would consider such worthless trash as a treasure!”

As soon as his words left his mouth, Emrys flicked his finger, setting off a series of crackling sounds. The Ice Luna Machete, cherished by Gilbert, began to shatter from the hilt, inch by inch, until the cracks reached the tip of the blade.

“Is this trash even worth my time to kill and loot?”

With a commanding shout, Emrys forcefully flung the cracked Ice Luna Machete aside. Countless fragments of the blade instantly pierced into the earth, leaving only a severely damaged hilt embedded in the ground.

The Ice Luna Machete is shattered?

Everyone’s pupils constricted.

For a moment, they were unable to react.

This was also true for Rowan.

Despite his cultivation being at the middle phase of Venerable Being, which was quite powerful, the idea of shattering the Ice Luna Machete with such ease seemed impossible.

How did Emrys manage to do it?

Just as Rowan was taken aback, a figure appeared before him in an instant, moving with incredible swiftness.

It was Emrys.

Emrys had taken the initiative to launch an attack.

Moreover, his move was accompanied by a terrifying momentum, akin to a thunderbolt. In less than half a breath’s time, he had torn apart the storm in front of Rowan.

“Upholding justice?”

cold, ruthless voice suddenly exploded in his

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domineering force lifting him by the neck.

Boom!

mid–air, rapidly retreating before crashing harshly

an arm as hard as iron, leaving his entire body suspended, unable to move.

was worn around the wrist, emitting no

not use his

the terrifying power

Could it be…

his face flushing a deep red. Even his eyes began to fill with blood, turning

already enveloped and

bracelet didn’t light up, indicating that Emrys was not a martial artist at all. Instead, he was a cultivator who had surpassed the limitations of the worldly and

D*mn you, Gilbert!

why did you have to drag

Rowan, a wild roar echoed.

and his breathing became

felt as if he had

was no intention to resist.

wanted to resist, he couldn’t.

a cultivator only meant awaiting

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how could you possibly uphold

as Rowan felt he was on the verge of

he let ge

Bang!