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?”

Rowan could react, a cold, ruthless voice suddenly exploded in his

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overwhelmingly domineering force lifting him by the neck.

Boom!

suspended in mid–air, rapidly retreating before crashing harshly into an ancient, towering tree.

arm as hard as

was worn around the wrist,

use his internal

behind the terrifying power he had unleashed?

Could it be…

grew increasingly labored, his face flushing a deep red. Even his eyes began to fill with blood, turning a startling shade of crimson. Yet, he seemed to have forgotten his predicament.

enveloped and consumed by boundless

martial artist at all. Instead, he was

D*mn you, Gilbert!

your own life, so why did you have to drag me

wild roar echoed.

flushed, and his

had

no intention to resist.

wanted to resist, he

cultivator only meant awaiting death!

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barely save yourself, so how could you possibly

the verge of

he let

Bang!