Alex let out a sigh of relief.
âIt looks like the great Genbu is really reliable. It doesnât matter who you are, not even this Yavda
Akaaran Buddha, the great Genbu would make your attacks seem feeble.â
However, just as he was about to smile, the monk vanished from the carriage, appearing right in front
of Alex in a blink of an eye. Then, with a dark golden fist, he swung harshly toward them.
It was way too fast for the naked eye. This was, in fact, the power of regulation.
Before Alex could realize it, that strong wave of power landed right on his Mystic Armor.
Clang!
It didnât break.
Clang!
It still didnât break after the second punch.
âNice.â
âBut⦠This is just so frustrating. Why is this happening? Apart from blocking him with my armor, I really
donât have anything else or energy left to fightback with.â
âWhat a tough turtle shell. Letâs see how many more times you can take my attacks!â
Boom boom boom!
âOh, and call that lady in your head to come out here! What? Is she cowering from seeing my true
form?â
âCome out, come on! Come out and fight me if you dare!â
Boom boom boom boom, boom boom boomâ¦
Back then, when the monkâs divided soul had been destroyed, he was still able to hear the lady telling
him to get lost at the very last moments. Hence, that was why he knew that there was a soul of a
powerful woman within Alexâs body.
Alex finally understood that he was utterly helpless under the monkâs attacks. This was his domain,
after all.
His fists were hard and heavy as if he had turned into the Hulk. Every punch felt like a large boulder
crashing down, making Alex feel as if his organs were about to burst, giving him tremendous pain.
All his 110 golden cores were quivering from the impact, forced to retreat. The divine power within his
core was frozen in place as well.
As blood kept spilling out of his mouth, he thought. âHow frustrating!â
Since he hasnât achieved Immortalization, the Genbu turtle shell wasnât enough for him to bring out his
trump card. His powers were nothing compared to that of an Immortal Monarch.
âAm I going to die?â
âI was too self-confident! I shouldâve run just now!â
Many members of the Plenilune Sect were watching Alex being beaten up outside of the scaffold, his
blood drenching his clothes.
âWeâre done for!â
âThis monk is too strong. He doesnât stand a chance!â
âHermione, your masterâs husband is at his limit. Heâs going to be beaten to deathâ¦â
Hermione couldnât say a single word. âOh no, my only hope is going down.â
On the other hand, Neela was surrounded by all the corpses, lying flat on the ground. She was even
being stepped on, unable to lift her head.
Seeing her master being beaten up like this, she couldnât help but cry due to their helplessness. She
thought they wouldnât survive.
Some were starting to whisper amongst themselves, not knowing what was going to happen next. Yet a
ray of purple light radiated from Alexâs chest as a womanâs voice filled the air.
âIf you want to see me that much, then I shall grant your wish.
âUhmâ¦â
Alex was able to hear it very clearly. This voice was the same as that woman before, calm yet cold and
indifferent towards everything.
âYouâre⦠My past self?â
âCouldnât you have been of another gender?â Alex was slightly conflicted.
He had hoped that he misheard last time, but now it was clear that the person inside him was a
woman. The soul in his chest did nât reply. Instead, a ray of light rushed out of Alexâs body.
The light was merely a figure, wrapped in a divine glow. Hence, no one was able to see their real face.
Despite this, their presence was enough to show how powerful they were. It felt invincible, infinite and
unexplainable. However, it was apparent that this wasnât a man.