Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180: Holy Power Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180: Holy Power Looking at the broken sword in his hand, Jocelyn Field's face suddenly turned extremely ugly!

“How… how is this possible! You… you were hiding your real strength, weren't you?” Jocelyn Field was horrified.

Ethan Smith snorted coldly, he ignored Jocelyn Field and looked at Chase Field who was standing in the sanctum.

At this moment, Chase Field had picked himself up from the sanctum, a radiant glow enveloping his body.

The light interwove around his body, like a layer of Armor.

This was clearly some protective magical artifact, but even with it, Chase Field was having a hard time.

Even standing, his body was helplessly bending down.

“Bastard, I will kill you!” Chase Field roared angrily.

“If you dare, come over, let's have a duel in the sanctum!”

Ethan Smith lifted his eyebrows and sneered, “Really?”

Chase Field cruelly said, “You think I'm joking? Are you scared?”

“Alright, then I can only follow your orders. ” After saying this, Ethan Smith took a step towards the sanctum.

“Fell into my trap!”

Seeing this, Chase Field was ecstasy!

This sanctum was filled with overwhelming Holy Power, even he, with the help of the protective magical artifact given by the elder, could barely support his body!

If Ethan Smith stepped into the sanctum, he would probably be crushed to pulp instantly!

“Brat, you're going to pay for your arrogance!” laughed Chase Field in his heart.

Soon, Ethan Smith reached the edge of the sanctum.

“Come up, come up!” Chase Field screamed madly in his heart.

He was staring at Ethan Smith with his eyes wide open, and even sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

Under his gaze, Ethan Smith leapt up and landed on the sanctum.

But the scene of his body being crushed didn't occur as he had imagined, on the contrary, Ethan Smith seemed quite relaxed.

“How…how is this possible!” Chase Field's face instantly changed!

Even though the sanctum's Holy Power is far from the real pressure emitted by an Ancient Saint, it is surely something that a Martial Saint can't resist!

“Hmm, normal people probably can't bear the pressure here.” Ethan Smith said, opening his palm.

The veins on Chase Field's forehead throbbed angrily, a hint of horror flashed in his heart!

Who on earth is this brat? How can he be so terrifying?

“Haha, Ethan Smith, wait for me!”

Just then, Frederick Cohen also shouted loudly, marching quickly towards the sanctum.

Seeing this, a cold smirk again hooked up at the corner of Chase Field's mouth.

“Killing this burly man is also good, at least it can save some face for me, I don't believe….how is that possible!”

Chase Field hadn't even finished speaking when he gawked!

Frederick had also jumped onto the sanctum, and he was likewise unscathed!

“Hmm? There seems to be some pressure on the field, but it's not a big issue.” Frederick Cohen mumbled.

“Indeed, this is after all not the real Ancient Saint's might, just a sanctum.” Ethan Smith nodded slightly.

Hearing their conversation, Chase Field felt like dying!

Are these natives all psychos?!

“You guys don't try to follow us, just wait for us here. Your bodies won't be able to handle this level of pressure,” Ethan Smith told his disciples.

After saying this, Ethan Smith looked at Chase Field.

“Didn't you challenge me to a battle of life and death? I am here, take your move.” Ethan Smith walked towards Chase Field.

Chase Field's forehead was streaming with cold sweat, and he was full of bitter regrets.

At that moment, it was a dilemma for him, he was in too deep to withdraw, and didn't know what to do.

“Forget it, this is after all, an Ancient Saint's sanctum, it's disrespectful to the Ancient Saint to fight here, ” said Frederick Cohen.

“Okay.” Ethan Smith nodded slightly.

Chase Field on the side heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to utter some face-saving words but when he met Ethan Smith's eyes, the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

“Come on, take us to find the Ancient Saint Treasure.” Ethan Smith glanced at Chase Field.

Chase Field snapped back to reality, he patted his chest, fearing inside.

Is this ancient star really a place where geniuses are born, as the elder said?

Shortly after, Jocelyn Field also walked up.

She also had a protective magical artifact that could resist this pressure.

Ethan Smith sniffed and whispered, “The dark energy here is too heavy, it seems my spiritual power has been suppressed a bit.”

“Hmm, indeed.” Frederick Cohen followed and nodded.

“But… this is a good place to train for me.” Ethan said, smiling.

Then, Ethan Smith's gaze fell on Chase Field and Jocelyn Field.

“Since you guys were able to unearth this Ancient Saint Tomb, it is certain that you must know how to find the treasure, right?” Ethan Smith asked.

Chase Field didn't utter a word, but on the side, Jocelyn Field said lightly, “We can find it, but what happens after we find it? How will it be distributed?”

Ethan Smith and Frederick Cohen exchanged a glance, then laughed, “You think that just the two of you, still have the right to negotiate?”

“Why not?” Jocelyn Field snorted, “If we get nothing, why take the risk to find this so-called Ancient Saint Treasure?”

“Because this can save your lives.” Ethan said lightly.

“Then kill us. I would rather die than accept this humiliation,” Jocelyn Field said coldly.

Ethan Smith chuckled, he glanced at the shivering Chase Field, and said, “You are quite courageous, but I can't say the same about your junior.”

Jocelyn Field's eyebrows furrowed, she hastily signaled to Chase Field with her eyes.

Baring his teeth, Chase Field said, “I…I also feel the same! Either we share, or you kill me!”

Ethan Smith couldn't help but chuckle.

“You guys really think that I necessarily rely on you?” Ethan Smith's eyes narrowed, he concentrated and a bright light began to flash from his eyebrows.

A beam of light shot out from the desolate divine eye in his eyebrow!

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