The Pinnacle of Life

“Who are you? What right do you have to fight me?”

Eustace’s gaze was hostile as he stared at the man on the wine gourd. Although their cultivation levels were on par, Eustace was absolutely confident. He had the Umbrella of Destiny in his hand coupled with many trump cards. He could definitely take down this guy within five minutes.

‘A seed? Hmph. All of you fake seeds have to yield to me. When the time comes, all of you shall become my slaves.’

He envisaged a certain possibility on a whim. He would get all those so-called seeds from other sanctuaries over and sign Soul Contracts with them to make them into his henchmen. Then, his strength would rise greatly, and he would create an invincible team to sweep across America.

Even if those geezers beyond the sky were to descend, he would kill them to the point that they fled helter-skelter.

At that thought, Eustace was excited.

Looking at the man on the wine gourd, he felt he was looking at his livestock. He then immediately said, “Why would I not dare to compete with you? However, it’s really child’s play to carve ‘fake’ on the laser’s forehead. Even a three year old kid doesn’t want to bet on that. Bet bigger if you want to.”

the wine gourd said,

the

the wine gourd

his surprise, such a huge bet had been placed. It

said nothing. She was also sizing up the man on the wine gourd because she had never seen this man either… The seed of each sanctuary was different. All of them basically hid in the forbidden areas of the sanctuaries and focused on cultivation, so they had no interaction with each other. Most of them had never stepped out of the sanctuaries in the past three

had no idea of the man’s identity

his feet was a yellow flag that supported him

unusually handsome young man in an ancient outfit with fluttering long hair, emanating the vibe of archaic vicissitudes all over his body. Floating in the sky, he looked at Eustace and said, “Why don’t

looked at that

recognized that man. At that time, he trembled all over. “You are… The young sect master from Warren’s Heavenly Palace,

me. It’s been three millennia.

“You’re really Nikolai Jovorich?”