Grand Dad Is The Pervert God



The moment Eros heard the scream from inside, he wanted to turn about and rush in. But if he did, these people would follow and with the nobles running around, the Chaos was only going to result into many deaths.

All he could do was send instructions to Lady frostbite and Dan in his head to lay low and also ensure that Penny was safe.

Viscount giggled a bit, "I know right! You were not expecting this. Do you think we the Grand Order are so dumb as to not have a second plan? I'll advice you. If you know what is good for you, get the hell out of my way. If you hurry, you might still save some lives. In there is Clown, and the life of people and livestock are measured on the same scale in his head!"

Viscount was sure that with her words and threats, Eros would leave her path.

However, he did not.

She did not know that Eros could tell every thing happening in the Auction hall from where he stood.

After all, he knew that another formidable cultivator was there. Expecially with the kind of holy soul energy he felt from that person, he knew he still had Some more time.

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Meanwhile, in the Auction Hall....

Clown saw the young man before him.

Even with the scholarly appearance, Clown could sense that this was not someone that was ordinary.

For starters, he could not figure out the power level of the man before him.

"And who are you!?" Clown asked. Although Clown's face was well covered, his intonation showed that he was angry by the interuption.

After all, the Emperor's Tablet had been just at the tip of his fingers.

"I am Young master Jan. You are in my Earldom territory. I'm afraid that I'll have to revise your invitation in this lands."

"Hehehe!!!" Clown gave out his weird laughter, "an ordinary young master wants to stop me!? You are not even the Earl yet, and you claim these lands for yourself. Tell me, Young master Jan have you gotten bored with sucking on Daddy's Titties, now you want to suck on death's?"

*BOOM!*

The ground rushed behind him as he pulled forward in a forceful motion.

His body mimicked the motion of a bow that had let loose it's arrow.

His fingers formed a CLAW in the air as it brought forth the ferocity of his attack on Young master Jan.

*Pow!*

The blow was fierce, but unfortunately, it had not hit it's mark.

Clown watched, and his brows frowned.

"Not bad! It seems like the young master is not as useless as the rumours say. To be able to block a blow from me. I am truly impressed."

"Hahaha!" Young master Jan chuckled. He had blocked the attack with one hand while his other hand remained behind his back.

"You flatter me much. Then again, You know rumours can be very misleading sometimes."

Young master Jan moved.

His hands rushed at Clown. This was a purely physical exchange.

They was no display of soul technique between them.

Just pure, brutal fight of a decoration of punches, kicks and Slap attacks.

Young master Jan had made the first move for the fierce attacks.

This left Clown in a defensive position. However, it was not long before he immediately matched the speed of the Young master.

Both of them went hard at each other.

Every attack was meant to kill.

Although to them, they were engaging in a brawl, but to the rest of the people hiding, it was something else entirely.

Dan and Penny took cover together with Lady Frostbite using her soul energy to protect them in their corner.

Yet, they could still feel the thundering of each attack that the combatants launched at each other.

Every punch and kick that was parried sent waves of soul energy into the environment.

It was so fierce that it destroyed the tables and furniture.

The unseizing attacks even flushed the surrounding atmosphere of breathable air.

This showed that these two were high level fighters.

Without molding their soul energies into techniques, they already destroyed the surroundings with the waves from their every attack.

Clown got increasingly angry, every move he made was blocked, he could not even find the opportunity to get past Young master Jan.

The worse part was that the young master had a cocky smirk through out the entire process.

Clown gave a round horse kick and then he made some flips backwards.

"Not bad," young master Jan commended. "But you are not enough to make me let you take the Emperor's Tablet Clown."

"Not ENOUGH!? Are you sure about that? It seems like your eyes have escaped you of sight."

"Hmm!?" Young master Jan raised a brow at him.

However, he suddenly coughed out some blood.

This surprised him.

He looked at his body and he could see his skin peeling off steadily.

The peeled off skin folded and turned to dust even before it touched the ground.

"What sort of sorcery is this!?" Young Master Jan frowned.

"Hehehe!!!" Clown laughed, "this is my cultivation technique. It is a Mystic ranked technique. All the while, you parried my attacks, not knowing you have been parring your own death. Just a touch is all it takes to turn to dust and you my dear young master, had too many touches."

Young master Jan activated his soul energy, but it was of no use.

Like termites eating up dry wood, Clown's technique ate at his body and even his soul energy.

"Hehehe!!! This is my Technique. With it, I have ended an entire Town before. Your life will end in the same manner as those that have received my touch. In Death! Yes, this is the clown's Touch. I see you still use your soul energy. But not to worry, that will only hasten the process."

*Clown's Touch*

This technique was a very tricky and effective one.

The more it spread, the more it shall spread.

This was the reason why from the beginning of the fight, Clown had forced Young master Jan into close quarter combat.

Clown acted weirdly, but he was not a fool. He knew how warriors operated.

He knew that the moment he began his attacks with his fists, his opponent would want to continue with this.

After all, most cultivators were quite honorable.

They would not want to include Soul energy techniques until absolutely necessary.

In this manner, he had pulled many into his field of advantage and taken their lifes.

Regardless of cultivation level, if one was not careful, a strong technique could be the reason a person's death.

The was one such a thing.

"Hehehe!!!" Clown laughed continually. For him , this young Master was just another nameless person to his number.

However, he noticed something. According to what he knew, the young master supposed to have already turned to dust by now.

After all, how his technique worked was that it never stopped until the victim or object had turned to dust.

Yet, before his eyes, he could see that although young master Jan was hurt, and hurt so much that even his muscles turned to dust and he bleed, he still had not disintegrated.

What's more, young master Jan had a solemn look on his face.

He looked at himself closely

It was as if he was trying to observe the way his skin turned to nothingness.

"Oh! So that is how your technique works. No wonder it is a technique under the Mystic rank."

"HUH!?" Clown did not understand what the young master was rambling about.

However, young Master Jan was going to explain either way.

"Your technique is a very good one. It is really a mystic technique that matches your twisted and corrupted soul. However, it is rotten. Eating away at the soul energy of others just to satisfy your lack of proper peace. But no problem, I shall show you the right way."

Young master Jan suddenly wasved his hands and formed hand symbols before his face.

His hands formed a prayer position.

As he did this, he surprisly closed his eyes before his eyes.

Clown could clearly see that he was formulating a soul technique. He did not wait for him and attacked once more.

However, it was like he had hit a big strong wall.

Unlike before, he could not touch the young master.

Just then, he noticed that young master Jan's body shone in a low golden light.

It gave him an holy exterior. This made the people around feel the need to bow and worship the young master.

Clown was no longer laughing.

This time around, he looked on, and one could see terror in his eyes.

"You...you...he stammered. You are from that cursed place. You are from the Monastery of Heaven's Judgement!"

As he talked, the Young master floated into the air.

His hands were still in a praying position.

Slowly, he opened his eyes towards Clown, "If you know where I am from, then you already know that you do not stand a chance against me. After all, those of the Grand Order should fear the Holy Light!"

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