695: Chapter 220: The Arrival of the Master of the Dark Tower (Part 1)_1 695: Chapter 220: The Arrival of the Master of the Dark Tower (Part 1)_1 Maximo was stunned, and so were the powerful figures from Landias around him.
As the core of the empire, they all knew Sura’s true identity, and what did those two words she uttered prove now?
The person who appeared before them was none other than one of the Masters of Faran’s Seventh Tower, one of the seven most powerful Holy Sorcerers on the Ryuzakinus Continent, the Master of the Dark Tower, Slone.
Slone’s deathly and sinister gaze was fixed on Sura as he coldly said, “Do you still remember you had a teacher like me?”
Sura looked at Slone with fear; her heart kept contracting.
It was all over, everything was over.
She never imagined that her teacher would appear at this time while Faran was sealed away.
She would rather die than meet Slone.
“Teacher, I beg you.
You can punish me however you want, just as long as you spare him,” Sura pleaded.
Looking at Sura’s terrified pleading, Slone sneered, raised his right hand, and lightly brushed his index finger over the wound on Sura’s neck, smearing a drop of bright red blood into his own mouth.
And the tiny wound, which should have been unhealable under the curse of Angel’s Sigh, just disappeared like that.
“The blood of the phoenix has changed its taste, and all of this is because of the man down there.
Do you think I would spare him?
I’ve told you before, when you left Landias Palace with me to enter the Dark Tower, your life and spirit already belonged to me.
What right do you have to negotiate terms with me?”
“No, Teacher, I beg you,” Sura shrieked desperately, but her body couldn’t move at all.
She couldn’t even mit suicide; she was utterly helpless in front of Slone.
“Don’t beg him,” an angry voice erupted as a purple shadow suddenly floated up from below the platform.
A pair of huge golden-red wings unfurled in the wind, making the proud figure hover opposite the high platform’s peak.
Ye Yinzhu’s samurai garb he wore during the petition had vanished, revealing the Divine Source Magic Robe underneath.
Holding twin swords and with golden-red wings spread behind him, he hovered opposite Sura and Slone, gazing at the pale-faced Master of the Dark Tower.
Deep purple flames burned continuously around his body, and with them burned his formidable spiritual power.
Taking flight under Slone’s oppression was a very difficult feat for Ye Yinzhu.
Slone, as the Master of the Dark Tower and second only to Tower Master Aubrey of Faran’s Seventh Tower, was incredibly powerful.
Every move he made brought pressure that made the magic elements in the air stagnate.
Looking at Ye Yinzhu, who was flying in front of him, Slone’s eyes flashed with surprise, “No wonder you are so arrogant; you do have some abilities.
Such a mutated Red Essence is rare indeed.
Unfortunately, none of this can prevent your fate.”
Ye Yinzhu snorted coldly, “My fate is mine, not yours.
If you want to kill me, then e.
But release Sura first.”
Sudden intense emotions flickered in Slone’s lifeless eyes—Ye Yinzhu’s spiritual power was immense, and to his surprise, it was jealously.
“I spent more than a decade cultivating Sura into a Zi rank Martial Artist and gradually activating the true phoenix bloodline in her body.
I didn’t expect my carelessness to benefit you, kid.
Without the Phoenix Red Pill, how could you possibly have reached the peak of Zi rank at such a young age?
Now that she has lost the Red Pill, she is useless to me.
She did not follow my mand and lost the Red Pill; I will make her suffer the greatest agony in death.
In front of her, I will tear you apart bit by bit,” Slone said.
His voice was eerily calm, scaringly so; Sura, who knew him well, understood that at times like this, Slone was in extreme rage.
It was truly over, pletely over.
Sura’s mind was blank.
“Yin Zhu, go, hurry and leave!” Sura summoned strength from somewhere, her pure purple Douqi forcibly breaking free from Slone’s pressure, and she suddenly stood in front of him.
Surprise showed in Slone’s eyes, apparently due to Sura’s substantial increase in strength, but the next moment, Sura was back by his side.
This time, she had even lost the ability to speak, only able to watch in terror.
There was indeed a momentary gap when Sura blocked Slone, but Ye Yinzhu had not chosen to leave.
He knew that even if he ran, he couldn’t be faster than Slone.
“You’re not running?” Slone looked at Ye Yinzhu with a cryptic smile on his face.
Ye Yinzhu asked indifferently, “Why should I flee?”
Sloan laughed, a joyous look in his eyes, “Good, good.
It’s been so many years since anyone has spoken to me this way.
You’re impressive, very impressive.” His aged voice, contrasted with his youthful appearance, made him look even more eerie.
“Praise Falan, greetings, respected Master Sloan,” came up the voice of Maximo from below.
After his daughter’s suicide attempt, stopped by Sloan, and the sudden change presented by Ye Yinzhu appearing before Sloan, it was only then that Maximo awoke from his shock.
Every word from Sloan was clear to him—apparently, the Master of the Dark Tower intended to deal with not just Ye Yinzhu, but his daughter as well.
Sloan glanced down, “Maximo, you needn’t say anything more.
In light of the good relationship between Falan and Landias, you may take your people and leave.”
Maximo swallowed hard.
Since being emperor, he had never felt so powerless as he did now.
He was well aware that this seemingly young man before him was actually several centuries old and a Holy Sorcerer capable of easily annihilating the entire Landias City.
And behind him stood even more terrifying entities from Falan.
However, for his daughter’s life, Maximo mustered the courage, “Master, could you please spare Phoenix.
Whatever the cost, Landias is willing to pay it if you will release her.”
Smiles deepened on Sloan’s face, “It seems that Falan’s decision to choose you as a partner may not have been correct.
It appears I need to consider finding someone else to work with.
Maximo, haven’t you always prided yourself on being cold-blooded and cunning like an eagle?
What now?
Would you sacrifice Landias’s future just for a daughter?”
“I…” Maximo’s heart grew cold.
Yes, he could give up some things for his daughter, but he could never give up Landias.
Only recently had Landias gained the chance to unite the continent and emerge as the true hegemon.
How could he, a cunning leader, willingly give that up?
Moreover, he could not bear to watch Landias be destroyed by his own hands.
As an emperor, one often had to let go of many things.
“Crespo Brothers, Cruz, execute my mand: all personnel are to leave the training ground, deploy the army to oversee the citizens’ return to the city.
As for today’s events, anyone who dares to discuss them—kill them without mercy.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the Crespo Brothers acknowledged the order together and immediately departed.
Everyone wished to be as far from Sloan’s oppressive presence as possible.
The other ministers of Landias fled like stray dogs.
Only the three Grand Sorcerers remained, looking at Sloan with reverence.
The Master of the Dark Tower, after all, was one of the true symbols of Falan’s power!
Sloan nodded in satisfaction, “Now you’re behaving a little more like the cunning leader you claim to be.
Rest assured, I won’t kill your daughter just yet.
She can’t die now; I’ve spent so much time on her, I need to see some returns on that investment.
Let’s start with the spirit of a Peak Zi rank person.”
As he spoke, Sloan unexpectedly raised his left hand toward Ye Yinzhu, and a milky white light shot straight for Ye Yinzhu’s chest.
Through the sensation of his spirit, Ye Yinzhu clearly detected that what was approaching was not simple magic or Douqi; it was a nearly perfect bination of the two.
Within the Douqi lay a massive swarm of magic elements.
His heart sank; not only was the Master of the Dark Tower an incredibly powerful mage, but he also had the support of Douqi—and had even reached the heights of the Sub-God rank with it.
“Unexpectedly, Sloan hasn’t forgotten the teachings I once gave him, and the words I spoke to him I have also spoken to you.
Lock your spirit and give it your all,” the voice of Phil Jackson timely rang in Ye Yinzhu’s mind.
Without the Soul Bead, the Grand Sorcerer, despite facing his detested apprentice, dared not reveal himself.
Although Sloan lacked the ability to devour his spirit, should he be sealed again, Phil Jackson knew he would never again see the light of day.
He was uncertain whether Ye Yinzhu could withstand Sloan’s attack and could only silently pray.
Ye Yinzhu’s eyes suddenly brightened, a faint golden flame seeming to burn within them.
On another level, visible only to him and Sloan, a golden figurine flashed out from between Ye Yinzhu’s brows.
The golden light burst forth, instantly erasing all traces of the soul breath from the Douqi emitted by Sloan.
“Eh—” Sloan was taken aback, and upon seeing the golden figure, he was briefly surprised before delight enveloped him.
What did the gold represent?
The spirit of the Unity of Heaven and Man realm, a level he had practiced for so many years and still had not reached.
If he could devour this spirit, the benefits to his cultivation would be greater than even those of the Phoenix Red Pill.
Therefore, although the soul energy he had casually released was erased by Ye Yinzhu, he was not angered but rather overjoyed, his gaze on Ye Yinzhu shifting from icy cold to burning hot.
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