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David hovered in the air, his long black hair dancing wildly like wild dragons. Sparks of purple lightning started to emerge from his body; he was getting ready for a fight.

Given how the two cultivators from the Bald Monk Wine Shop behaved, the fight seemed inevitable.

He looked at Sebastian from the corner of his eyes and signaled him to move back.

It wasn't that David didn't believe in Sebastian's fighting powers, but he would only hinder him as there was no understanding between Sebastian and himself.

Sebastian also understood this point, so he immediately moved backwards, taking Lucas away with him.

Lucas wasn't a novice who needed to be told what was going on. Understanding the situation, he kept his mouth shut and followed Sebastian's action in retreating.

"Quite intelligent, aren't we?" The Bald Monk spoke coldly while glancing at the actions of David's companions.

At this time, the young monk, who seemed to be the old monk's superior, spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Why are you wasting time, you stupid old man? Capture and soul search him."

After being reprimanded by the young monk, the old monk's face turned ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The old monk turned his eyes and looked at David's figure calmly hovering in the wind. Pillars of purple lightning as thick as a grown adult's waist appeared and disappeared out of nowhere.

If you looked at the lightning closely, there seemed to be streaks of gray color filled with chaotic energy mixed in between.

The Old Monk's eyes turned even colder. Contrary to the look in his eyes, his bald head seemed to shine with greater intensity with each passing moment. His black robe glowed with an eerie, malevolent energy.

The aura of Nascent Soul radiated from him like a suffocating wave, freezing the very air around him.

David frowned as he felt the changes in his surroundings. He felt as if someone had suddenly placed a huge boulder on his shoulders.

With the Old Bald Monk as the center, an area of more than one kilometer seemed to have been enveloped by a domain. Everything seemed to have come to a standstill. Stay tuned for updates on m-v l|-NovelFire

However, the Young Monk didn't seem to be affected by the Old Monk's domain, his face not showing any emotion.

"Why is this guy not running?" Lucas suddenly said as he looked at David's back in confusion.

Sebastian ignored his words and focused on the fight in front. "The opponent was too ruthless, using the Domain as soon as he took action."

Facing the power of the Old Monk's domain, David wasn't worried; in fact, he was happy internally.

Judging from the length of the Old Monk's domain, he was nothing more than a weakling. So there was no need to worry about him.

'The length of a Nascent Soul realm cultivator's domain mirrored the length of their spiritual space.'

At this thought, David's eyes narrowed, and he took a deep breath.

In the next moment, the sky was torn open by thunderous roars, dark clouds swirling about like a Divine dragon. Bolts of lightning crackled in the sky. Witnessing the sudden change, the Old Monk frowned, not expecting the black-haired young man to be able to mobilize his mana while still being in his domain.

It was a well-established fact that a person could not even blink once he was inside a Nascent Soul Realm expert's domain.

Although surprised, it wasn't enough to make him afraid.

"Die!" The Old Monk's voice boomed like a judge pronouncing a death sentence. Around him, the very air rippled as his Divine senses cut through the air, moving at an extreme speed towards David.

In the next moment, David suddenly felt a stinging pain in his head, however only for a moment.

"What?" A voice filled with utter disbelief resounded in the air.

His Divine senses failed to penetrate a lowly Golden Core cultivator's head; how was that possible?

Even the Young Monk looked at David with shock in his eyes.

The Old Monk immediately tried again, his Divine sense gathering together in the form of a sharp sword and once again moving toward David at an insane speed.

But the result was the same; it seemed to have met an iron wall, unable to move forward even one inch.

David's lips curled into a smirk. "Alright, big fella, time to say goodbye to this world."

In an instant, David thrust his hand into the air, summoning the lightning to his aid. The clouds rumbled as dozens of lightning bolts responded to his call, descending upon the Old Monk like Divine punishment from the heavens.

The Old Monk stood still, not paying attention to the purple lightning that was moving toward him.

What could the attack of a Golden Core cultivator even do to him?

He could stand there all day, and still someone like David would not be able to damage the robe that he was wearing.

"Argh!" The Old Monk let out an agonizing roar filled with pain when the purple lightning bolt landed on his body.

His shiny bald head was charred black, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

"What is this power?" The Old Monk shouted, this time with a slightly fearful look on his face. He couldn't understand how…

"Greater Law," the young monk beside him suddenly muttered with narrowed eyes.

However, David wasn't going to give them time to think about anything else. Suddenly his body flickered out of existence, moving like a peerless assassin; he reappeared behind the Old Bald Monk, his fist wrapped in purple arcs of energy. Without making any noise, he drove his fist forward, aiming for the Nascent cultivator's back.

Neither the Old Monk nor the Young Monk were given time to react as David had moved too suddenly and too quickly.

The punch struck the Old Monk's head and sent him flying hundreds of meters in the air.

As the body flew through the air, the Old Monk's head slowly turned into small particles of sand and disappeared as if it had been erased out of existence by a divine eraser.

'The Greater Law of Annihilation had finally starting to show its effect,' David thought as he watched the otherworldly scene before him.

At this moment, the young monk's eyes suddenly narrowed. "How dare you!"

Following his words, the space around him was suddenly filled by a suffocating pressure, as his Nascent Soul energy condensed into a majestic dragon of black mana. The dragon coiled around him, its eyes filled with hunger for destruction.

"Kneel! You filthy bastard." The young monk's voice, filled with superiority, echoed. He didn't seem to care about the Old Monk's death.

David smiled while cleaning his hands with a neat handkerchief. "Make me, if you can."

At David's words, the Young Monk's face turned even colder.

"You truly believe your meager lightning can stand against me?"

Along with these words, the Young Monk's dragon surged forward, its gaping maw opening wide as it rushed towards David's figure, intending to swallow him. The black mana pulsed as it moved forward at breakneck speed.

David blinked and flickered out of existence once again.

The dragon's head hit empty air.

Just like the last time, David reappeared behind the Young Monk's figure and threw a punch at his back.

The Young Monk's eyes narrowed, his body shimmered in crimson light, and in a flash, he clawed a hand to intercept the blow. When their hands collided, an explosion of energy rippled outwards, shaking the earth beneath them.

"Impressive," The Young Monk muttered, his voice filled with disdain. "But it's still not enough."

Just as these words had left his mouth, his face turned ugly. His hand, which had clashed with David's punch, had started to break into numerous small particles and disappear.

Like a poison, the damage started to spread and make its way upwards. In the blink of an eye, the young monk's hand up to his elbow had disappeared.

Immediately, a ruthless light flashed in the Young Monk's eyes.

"Argh!" He decisively chopped off his hand and stopped the destruction.

Lucas watched this scene with an incredulous look in his eyes; a Golden Core Realm cultivator had defeated two Nascent Soul realm experts.

He felt as if he was dreaming. Suddenly, he raised his hand and lightly caressed his cheeks.

That day David had gone easy on him; otherwise, his fate might not have been different from the cultivators in front of him.

Beside him, Sebastian was also looking at this scene with utter seriousness, especially at the Young Monk's hand.

More than anything, he couldn't understand how David was able to comprehend a law with such destructive powers.

Suddenly he frowned and shouted, "Quickly finish him; he is going to escape!"

Just as these words had left Sebastian's mouth, an illusory shadow jumped out of the Young Monk's body and rushed towards David's head and disappeared.

The Young Monk had decisively given up his own body and rushed towards David with the intention of ending David's life from within.

At the Nascent Soul Realm, a cultivator's soul could finally jump out of his body and move unhindered through the world.

One could even possess the bodies of others.

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