The Pinnacle of Life

The man was the young master of the Lunula Sect, Julius Jackson. Presently, he was in soul projection form, hiding in the body of the disciple who had just died.

Alex locked eyes with him.

Julius gave a despicable expression and gaze.

“So what if I did?” Alex’s was even more aloof than Julius. “You’re that bast*rd young master who stole your subordinate’s concubine? Your subordinates even betrayed you and called you a bast*rd behind your back. Are you that stupid to come here to avenge them?”

“What are you talking about?” Julius’ eyes widened as he suppressed his anger.

“Don’t you understand human language?”

As the young master of the Lunula Sect, Julius had always been on a high horse. Alex’s repeated humiliation of him caused him to fly into a rage. “Tell me. who the hell are you?”

“I’m your grandpa!”

the Xavion Sword and slashed it

you are… All of you, just go to

Swoosh!

could also sever souls. Although Julius’s projection was not even a soul, it shattered and split in half after the sword went through it. It seemed the projection was still somewhat related to its main

out. “Aborigine, you’ve actually mastered the Xavion Sword. Very well. I’ll remember you. I’ll definitely come and

Poof!

the mental projection completely shattered and

***

terrifying aura. On it, a young man was furiously smashing the table and chairs around him. A trembling maid stepped forward to clean up, only to be slapped hard by the man a couple of

was

old man

had a cold face. “All of our disciples who crossed the boundary were wiped out in the

mechanisms and traps in the sanctuary? Sigh. The people in the Wastelands have long received the news and have made preparations

“It wasn’t mechanisms and traps.