Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Back to the situation on the ground floor of the store, the appearance of the old man with the aura of a demon king behind him was already deeply frustrated. He had used every trick he had to inflict damage on the elder, but none of them worked.

"Who is this person? What is happening?"

The old man thought hard in his heart. The elder before him had the same cultivation level as him, yet none of his attacks had any effect.

"No… I have to get out of here." He launched another attack, his instincts telling him he needed to leave this store immediately. If not, death would surely come for him.

"Pointless," the elder said again, repeating the same word he had uttered at the start. From the beginning, the store elder had already known the fate of the old man before him, who refused to offer compensation. There was no doubt in his voice, only a sense of pity and indifference.

"You cannot escape," the elder said lightly, then pointed his sword forward, straight toward the old man who now stared at him with a terrifying gaze.

When the sword pointed at him, the old man initially felt nothing. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and his body felt light. But in an instant, a brilliant light engulfed the entire area. The midday sun seemed dim compared to the light, which spread like waves across the entire city.

High above the sky, four massive cracks appeared rapidly. Thunderous rumbles echoed, like the sky itself breaking apart and yielding to a higher power. From within the cracks, giant golden swords with holy light emerged one by one, emanating a terrifying aura.

Each sword was like a heavenly tower descending from the heavens, slicing through the air and clouds, leaving anyone who witnessed it in awe and dread. Those underground could even see the reflection of the sword's light on the walls of the caves.

"Damn it… what kind of swords are those?!" muttered the old man in the dark robe. His voice trembled, his eyes staring upward in fear. His usually steadfast body now quivered slightly, like a leaf blown by a strong wind.

Some people around the store looked up at the sky, witnessing a scene they had never imagined. The swords continued their descent, slowly but surely, bringing an overwhelming pressure that made their breaths feel heavy.

"Its aura… isn't this equal to Guardian Aleron's aura?" said a middle-aged man in luxurious attire. Although his cultivation had reached the Spirit Integration level, he felt insignificant in the presence of the divine swords.

"Yes… you're right. In fact, I think its aura is even stronger," replied an old man in tattered clothing beside him. His dim eyes seemed to recall something from the past, a memory of power almost as overwhelming.

It didn't take long for the divine swords to finally touch the ground. As they made contact with the surface, waves of holy energy spread, creating a dome-shaped barrier between the three swords. The barrier appeared as a layer of transparent, golden, shimmering water, reflecting sacred light that gave off a sense of solidity and sanctity.

On the main floor of the seed store, chaos reigned. Thousands of talisman papers floated, as if they had lost their magical power. They shattered and scattered in the air, covering the floor like snow falling from the sky. The old man stood in the midst of the chaos, clutching more talismans in his trembling hands.

"No… why isn't it working?!" he screamed in a shrill voice, trying to activate the teleportation talisman again. His fingers moved quickly, channeling the last of his energy into the paper, but nothing happened. He gritted his teeth in frustration, his face turning red with anger.

Panic began to consume him. He was about to say something when suddenly his body stiffened. An extraordinary pain struck his chest, as if a giant hammer had smashed directly into his soul. He clutched his chest, which felt tight, and in an instant, fresh blood spurted from his mouth.

He knelt down, his body trembling, and his gaze fixed on the elder who still stood calmly. The old man's eyes were filled with deep hatred.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Damn it… what did you do to me?!" he said in a hoarse voice, full of anger.

However, the elder's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the old man like someone observing a stubborn child. His gaze was cold, filled with superiority, yet devoid of hatred.

Suddenly, a voice echoed within the old man's heart. A deep, majestic voice, like a call from something far greater than himself.

"GIVE ME YOUR SOUL, AND I WILL SAVE YOU."

The voice thundered in his mind, replacing panic with hope. His trembling body slightly steadied, drawn by the promise offered by the voice.

"Who are you? Is what you say true?" he asked, his voice full of doubt, but his eyes began to reflect hope.

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"YOU WILL KNOW WHO I AM AFTER YOU GIVE ME YOUR SOUL."

The words made the old man pause for a moment. His gaze was clouded, as if trapped in deep indecision. However, the despair enveloping him left him with no other choice.

"Fine… I agree."

As soon as those words were spoken, something inside him changed drastically. The energy that had long been depleted now returned with a massive explosion. The demonic king's aura behind him, which had previously been hovering, now entered directly into his body, merging with him.

The old man screamed loudly, his hands clutching his burning chest. His bones jutted out from his body, creating a horrifying sight. His body couldn't handle the massive power that suddenly erupted.

"Tch… a demon sect follower?" the elder muttered lightly, as if everything was predictable.

The old man continued to struggle. He clawed at his chest with his now elongated claws, resembling beastly talons. The pain worsened as the demon king's aura gradually took over his consciousness. His eyes, once filled with hatred, now turned deep red, brimming with madness.

The elder simply shook his head, appearing slightly bored. He raised his sword and swung it with a calm yet lethal motion. The slash was aimed directly at the old man's head, still in the process of merging with the demon king.

In an instant, the old man's head was severed and fell to the ground. It rolled a few times before stopping near his own feet. His large body collapsed to the floor, motionless.

The elder exhaled slowly, lowering his sword. He stared at the now lifeless body with an empty gaze.

"It's over?" he said lightly, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial task.