Aaron Sinclair snorted.
"Ignoramus."
’To reach the Divinity Transformation Stage as a teenager... With such incredible Cultivation Talent, he’s probably the only one in the entire Cultivation World, right?’
’She’d heard people say that bitch Celeste Grant’s son had extrely high Cultivation Talent. But now, looking at the boy before her... what was Celeste Grant’s son compared to him? This was a true chosen one.’
Jocelyn Grant looked up at the boy opposite her, her heart a tangle of emotions.
’She had to admit, she was intensely jealous.’
’But... if she could make this boy work for her, make him listen to her... With his Cultivation Talent, in less than a hundred years, who in the Cultivation World could possibly be his opponent? When that day ca, even if that Demon Javier Sinclair himself arrived, it would be uncertain who would die.’
At this thought, Jocelyn Grant smiled and said, "So you’re still so young. You might have misunderstood . I just feel a sense of kinship with you, as if you were my own little brother. That’s why I wanted to get to know you."
Before she could continue, Aaron Sinclair cut her off with a dismissive wave. "Stop smiling. It’s hideous. And don’t even think about cozying up to . I’m not buying it. Really, the uglier the person, the more drama they create."
’When his mother and Aunt Nerida smiled, they were fair-skinned and gorgeous, like a breath of fresh spring air. But this Jocelyn Grant’s smile was just plain ugly. It really goes to show, without comparison, there is no pain.’
’Soone should show her what a real beauty looks like. A real beauty is soone like my mother or Aunt Nerida.’
In a way, The Little Fiend had inherited at least a little of The Archfiend’s venomous tongue.
Jocelyn Grant’s face stiffened.
"I’m... ugly?"
Jocelyn Grant felt her composure crack.
’It had been a very long ti since anyone had called ugly. Damn it all. Is this boy blind? I’ve never had any doubts about my appearance, yet he’s actually calling ugly.’
’And his tone... it felt so familiar. I can’t help but think of Javier Sinclair. That Demon said sothing similar once, didn’t he?’
She felt upset and furious inside, but her face showed a hurt expression.
"I don’t believe I’ve offended you. We’ve only just t today, young man. Why do you have such hostility towards ?"
Before she could keep rambling, Aaron Sinclair held up a hand, making a cross gesture to cut her off. "Back up, back up, back up! And shut up. My mother only gave birth to . Who are you calling your little brother? Just go and die."
As he spoke, Aaron Sinclair, who was hovering in mid-air, simply raised and waved a hand. Below, the sea churned, and a massive wave surged straight toward her. The wave, shaped like a Water Dragon, froze solid as it flew through the air, hurtling at her with lethal intent. Its power was so imnse that for a mont, it seed as if the entire Open Sea was coated in a layer of ice.
Jocelyn Grant flew backward in retreat.
She quickly gathered her Cultivation to counter the attacking ice dragon. The two forces collided. In an instant, shards of ice exploded outward, one of them slicing open her cheek. She was sent flying backward so distance before she finally managed to stop.
Blood trickled from her face.
The frosty aura assaulted her cheek, and even Jocelyn Grant couldn’t help but feel the chill.
She raised a hand to touch it and her fingers ca away covered in blood.
’Such powerful Ice Magic... Just who is this person?’
’To have this level of Cultivation and such incredible Cultivation Talent, he must have a Top-grade Ice Spirit Root. In the whole Cultivation World, the only person I know of with an Ice Spirit Root is Celeste Grant’s son.’
’This boy in front of ... he looks so much like Javier Sinclair.’
’And his age fits.’
’I didn’t notice it before, but looking closely now, his eyes and brows even look a little like Celeste Grant’s.’
’A suspicion began to form in my mind.’
’Could he be the son of that Demon, Javier Sinclair, and Celeste Grant?’
’No... impossible. It can’t be such a coincidence.’
’That last attack was so powerful. I actually struggled against him. How is that possible? I’m at the Late-stage Divinity Transformation!’
"Just who are you?"
"None of your damn business. You sure ask a lot of questions. Just because you ask, I have to answer? You’ve got a lot of nerve."
Hovering in the air, Aaron Sinclair conjured a greatbow from currents of water while several ice arrows materialized in his other hand. He then nocked an arrow, braced the bow with his foot to draw it taut, and took aim at Jocelyn Grant and her companion.
"Hey, hey, listen up. You’d better be ready to catch this, or I’ll be very disappointed."
’I’m concentrating my Cultivation into a single point, multiplying its power several tis over. This is a move I’ve worked on before. It’s perfect for dealing with these two.’
At this mont, Jocelyn Grant didn’t dare to be careless.
"Jocelyn, I’ll help you."
The Demon Cultivator with Jocelyn Grant looked at her with concern and quickly moved to help. His figure flashed, and he threw a punch straight at Aaron Sinclair.
He shouted, "Brat, you dare to injure Jocelyn’s face? I’m going to kill you."
’Seeing how devoted Nimbus was, Jocelyn Grant felt a stir of emotion. Even though he was a Demon Cultivator, he was always so good to . I know how he feels about , but... should I accept his affections? The thought of his true form—a giant snake—made her recoil internally.’
But now was not the ti to worry about such things. She just wanted him dead.
"Nimbus, I want him dead."
"Yes, Jocelyn. We’ll kill him together."
Even if Jocelyn Grant hadn’t said it, the Demon Cultivator nad Nimbus had no intention of letting Aaron Sinclair go.
’A teenager at the Divinity Transformation Stage. In the future, the Cultivation World will have another Javier Sinclair on its hands. This boy must not be allowed to live. And more importantly, Jocelyn actually seed interested in him earlier. That’s even more reason he has to die.’
A smirk tugged at the corner of Aaron Sinclair’s lips, and a sinister smile spread across his face.
"You two think you can kill ? Go to hell."
As he spoke, he released his hand. In that instant, several ice arrows shot through the air, carrying a powerful killing intent as they flew straight toward the two of them. The swirling power seed to tear space itself apart.
The ice arrows were incredibly fast. Two of them pierced the chest of the Demon Cultivator who was attacking him, while the others flew toward Jocelyn Grant.
"No... How can you be so strong?"
Aaron Sinclair scoffed. "Is it my fault I’m strong? ...No, no, actually, it’s just that you, you little earthworm, are too weak."
The Demon Cultivator was only at the Early-stage Divine Transformation. He was killed by Aaron Sinclair’s single attack—killed so thoroughly that even his Primordial Spirit was annihilated.
He let out a roar and reverted from his human form to his true body. A giant black snake roared in the sky, its body coiling and thrashing before it slowly fell into the sea.
"Heh, and here I thought you were so tough."
’And he was still talking so tough. Did he think I scare easily? Growing up, the only person I’ve ever lost out to is my own dad.’
"You couldn’t even take one of my arrows, and you wanted to kill ."
This Demon Cultivator was only at the Early-stage Divine Transformation. To Aaron Sinclair, killing him was as effortless as killing a dog.
Although Aaron Sinclair was at the Late-stage Divinity Transformation, his actual combat prowess was so great he could even take on a cultivator from the Void Refinent Realm.
As for Jocelyn Grant, she managed to block the arrows, but she still coughed up a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward before she could stabilize herself.
"Not bad. As expected, you’re a little tougher. Again."
Aaron Sinclair extended his hand, and several more arrows appeared in it.
He braced the bow with his foot, drew the string, and shot the ice arrows straight out.
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