Mrs. and Mr. Smith
Chapter 2216

Chapter 2216: Chapter 2214: Blood Sect Chapter 2216: Chapter 2214: Blood Sect Gradually, the cultivators at the Moon Pavilion began to notice something strange.

Some who were cultivating realized that the spiritual energy in the space had been drained completely at some point. Even some cultivators absorbing their inner core had a portion of their spiritual energy forcibly plundered.

“Who's stirring up trouble!”

“Who's cultivating here and pulling all the spiritual energy from the entire space?”

“What a domineering cultivation skill!”

…

The cultivators within the Moon Pavilion buzzed with chatter.

Meanwhile, the Traceless Heart Lection was running wildly within Ethan Smith's body, speeding up more and more.

“Explode!”

Ethan felt he was just a hair's breadth away from entering the True Saint Third Grade realm.

He suddenly crushed over thirty inner cores, and a torrent of spiritual energy as thick as liquid poured into the top of his head.

As time passed, streams of light rotated around Ethan, and beneath his golden skin lurked an energy that resembled the ferocity of a tiger.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, the formation in front of his room was abruptly destroyed by someone.

Soon after, his wooden door was kicked open with force.

“So it's you, kid, who's been stealing my demonic qi. You've got some nerve.”

A burly drunk man staggered inside, supporting two women on either arm.

*Fury surged through Ethan's mind. During this period of enlightenment with the Traceless Heart Lection, his understanding had further deepened.*

*Over the course of this last half a month, he had entered a state of selflessness. If only he had been given more time, he might have directly broken through.*

*But now, this immense disturbance could very well lead him into demon-invading madness.*

“Get out!”

Ethan kicked the burly man squarely in the chest, sending him flying across the room.

“Mr. Smith, you need to leave quickly. He's the Demonic Beast Turtle, Deondre Martinez, who inherited the blood of the Divine Black Tortoise. Within Lorncloud City, he's virtually unbeatable.”

Kennedi Evans said with a grave expression.

“Leave? Leave where?”

Deondre brushed the dust off his clothes.

He struck down with a palm toward Ethan. Ethan raised his hand, firmly catching Deondre's wrist.

A massive force emanated from the spot where their hands gripped, and Ethan narrowed his eyes.

He smashed a fist toward Deondre's head with sudden force, but Deondre parried with a palm strike.

Pa!

The earth-shattering sound echoed for hundreds of meters, reaching far-off listeners.

A violent shockwave burst forth from the collision, shattering several nearby rooms into rubble.

“Interesting, quite interesting.”

Nearby, in one of the remaining rooms, a beautiful yet slightly eerie man chuckled.

Behind him, nearly twenty formidable cultivators bowed, standing like submissive slaves.

Ethan's upper garments exploded away, revealing a physique built with muscle blocks as solid as calves, as the raw strength of his physical body erupted entirely.

The two men punched relentlessly, their blows landing flesh on flesh in a furious, no-holds-barred exchange.

“Hahaha, for a human to refine their flesh to this extent isn't bad. Still, it's far from our Demonic Beast bodies.”

Deondre bellowed with laughter, his wounds healing visibly within the span of a single breath cycle.

“Shut up, you old turtle. You've lived thousands of years and this is all you've got? Go home and feed the baby turtles!”

Ethan retorted coldly.

“You're courting death!”

Deondre's eyes flashed with lethal intent as his body swelled rapidly.

An icy sensation swept through Ethan's body as Deondre partially transformed into his true form.

His enormous size instantly destroyed six or seven levels of the building.

With a claw that carried the ominous weight of a towering mountain, Deondre aimed for Ethan's head.

Ethan's expression shifted drastically as he prepared to activate his holy body.

*If he didn't use his spiritual power right now, he feared he might be crushed into a paste.*

Huh?

Deondre abruptly retracted his claw and reverted to his original form.

“Hmph. You're lucky, kid. Unleashing my full form has drawn the attention of those deadly bastards in Lorncloud City,” Deondre said with a cold snort.

Ethan felt a massive divine thought sweep past him, a sensation similar to facing Crossing Tribulation Cultivators from the Black Platform Continent. However, this divine thought was far more heartless and terrifying.

“Old turtle, wait for it. I will definitely avenge this grudge for ruining my cultivation today,” Ethan said coldly.

“Arrogant brat, I won't forget you!”

Deondre roared in fury. Being called “old turtle” repeatedly was simply unbearable.

“Impressive, kid. To rely on sheer physical strength and stand toe-to-toe with Deondre,” Kennedi said, walking over with unconcealed astonishment.

In Lorncloud City, few dared to provoke Deondre. Having cultivated for nearly five thousand years and bearing the Black Tortoise bloodline, he might stand still and True Saint Realm cultivators wouldn't even dent him–yet today, he's been forced into retreat.

“Old turtle, I'll butcher him sooner or later,” Ethan sneered.

“He has a multitude of Demonic Beasts loyal to him. You're being way too conspicuous. You haven't even been here long, and already you've offended so many people. You might not survive this,” Kennedi said maliciously.

“Kid, you've caught my eye. I'm taking you in,” the eerie-looking man stepped forward.

“Greetings to Blood Sect Young Master Zendaya Reed,” Kennedi bowed lightly and then turned to leave.

“Any benefits? Like gifting me one or two Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials?”

Ethan grinned.

This man had quite the presence, with cultivators behind him all of notable strength bowing and displaying great respect.

“No benefits. But I can make you my steed. Your physique seems just perfect for carrying me around. If you agree, I won't hold you accountable for stealing my spiritual energy this past month.”

Zendaya smiled mischievously.

“Why don't you go find a horse to carry you?”

Ethan had seen arrogant people before, but never one this brazen.

“Wrong answer. What a pity, you missed your chance,” Zendaya said, wiping his lips with his hand and then lightly licking them.

A grand, soul-chilling aura suddenly slashed out like a knife from the Sea of Knowledge of a nearby cultivator, stabbing directly into Ethan's head. Almost simultaneously, another cultivator burst forth with True Saint Fourth Grade momentum, aiming a gigantic ax at Ethan.

A divine thought swept past–the two attackers were instantly obliterated.

“Run all you want, but where can you hide? My Blood Sect has endless people at its disposal. In Lorncloud City, one strike per person–no matter how tough your flesh is, what good will it do?”

Zendaya chuckled.

“Search!”

“Young Master, we cannot find him. He surely has some artifact to conceal his aura, and it's not of a low grade,” an elder said, shaking his head. His powerful divine sense extended outward but found nothing.

“Useless!”

Zendaya's expression darkened, and he slapped the elder across the face.

The elder trembled as he knelt, not daring to retaliate.

At this moment, in a corner of Lorncloud City:

A man radiating demonic qi strolled casually as if shopping. Ethan had used the gem acquired from the Black Tiger King, allowing him to evade the elder's search.

A massive gash sliced across his chest, with blood dripping continuously.

Despite enduring the full-force strike of a Fourth-grade True Saint, relying purely on his physical strength, Ethan's resilience was awe-inspiring.

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