Chapter 1782: Chapter 1782

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That was a spiritual tool’s fatal blow. Or rather, it might be an existence far greater than a spiritual tool.

Poof!

Alex spat out a mouthful of blood abruptly.

It was already a disadvantage to have the body to bear the mystic tool’s attack. On the other hand, the

owner who harnessed the lance was surely a cut above Alex in the cultivation base. After three

seconds of drilling, his Mystic Armor broke.

The long lance pierced into Alex’s back for a full three centimeters before it stopped.

Alex’s blood had sprayed all over Claire’s face. She was terribly frightened and did not know what had

happened. However, at this time, one of the walls at the villa’s main gate collapsed with a bang, making

a big hole in the middle that even a car could fit through.

At first, she thought that Alex, who had gone out of his mind, wanted to defile her after sleeping with

her daughter. But now, she was only left with worries.

“Alex. Alex, how are you?” She nervously looked at Alex as her face turned pale.

At this time, several people were suspended in mid-air in the night sky outside. There were three of

them: a woman and two men. The woman was the same woman who spoke to Spencer previously and

promised that she would guarantee the completion of the mission.

Whereas, the long lance belonged to the blood-boiled man next to her.

“Eh, Alex Rockefeller?”

“Shouldn’t that brat be at Flying Eagle Academy? Why is he here?”

The woman was Margaret Monroe. Her cultivation base was very high, and she was a Profound Mystic

expert! According to the cultivation stages, the Profound Mystic stage was only a hair breadth away

from the Spirit Severing stage, and they were realms after Nascent Soul. Dorothy was a Nascent Soul

cultivator but she even had to concede to this Profound Mystic cultivator… Moreover, Margaret brought

along two Left-wing Troop’s experts as well.

The man with the long lance said with a smile, “This is the Rockefeller who killed Maxwell? It’s great

that he’s here. We’d have scruples to make a move if he’s in the Flying Eagle. But since he has come

out on his own, Hades surely wants him to be dead by midnight!”

The last young man said, “I think there’s another expert inside the house.”

Margaret cruelly said, “Capture that Rockefeller alive, kill the rest and bring their heads back… I’ll deal

with Rockefeller while the rest are yours.”

She immediately made her move once she finished speaking. She threw out a punch in the air and

blasted the villa’s top.

The next second, the entire villa seemed to have been bombed.

Boom!

After a loud explosion, the villa collapsed.

Claire was extremely terrified. She could not help but hug Alex and let out a shriek.

Alex’s expression was as calm as water and his eyes were cold.

The person who came was decisive in his actions. He tried to kill someone without a single

explanation. Such a cruel person was definitely unkind. Besides, he could sense a slightly familiar aura

from the long lance, it was the demonic cultivation of the Blood Cult!

But now, he was only worried about Dorothy and the children in her belly.

“Dragon Tusk-Punch, Dragon Tusk: Cloud Piercer!” Alex roared furiously.

He forcefully shook away the fallen villa. Meanwhile, Claire fainted in the recoil of his blow. Alex held

her and rushed out of the ruins, but he could feel a divine consciousness that had locked onto him and

rushed towards him like a meteor.

It was a woman!

An unknown woman!

“Brahma’s Supreme Touch!”

Alex struck with full power without showing any mercy. However, the woman’s cultivation level was

much higher than his. With a lift of her hand, she broke his Brahma’s Supreme Touch and countered

him with an incomparably severe punch.

Alex’s heart skipped a beat while he was carrying Claire. He could take the attack blast at this level but

Claire would definitely die. Coincidentally, he saw Dorothy on the left from the corner of his eyes, so he

hurriedly threw Claire towards her.

He summoned the Sword of the Universe.

Galactic strike!

“Hmph, Light of the Grain!” Margaret coldly grunted while blasting her unchanged fist forcibly toward

the Sword of the Universe. She was going to block the sword with her flesh.