âWhat?â
âItâs this heavy?â
Donovan couldnât believe this was real at all. With his cultivation level, he could at least lift items that
weighed tons with his arm. Even if the sword were to weigh ten or more tons, it should still move, even
just a little.
Nevertheless, it didnât budge one bit.
âThereâs no way. If it really is this heavy, how did Rockefeller use it? Besides, if the ground couldnât
withstand such weight, it wouldâve already sunkâ
âWhat is this?â Donovan was in shock, but he remembered how easy it was for Alex to swing it. He
refused to believe that Alexâs arm was this much stronger than his. Hence, the problem had to be with
the sword.
Taking a good look at the sword, he noticed an ancient word carved on it, the word âXavionâ. He felt as
if his heart was hit by a hammer, it started thumping very hard.
âXavion?â
âThis is the Xavion Sword?!â
âOh my god, this is what I call a true treasure! I have to get this.â
He was starting to regret that he didnât take much notice of this sword. That was why he was focused
on slaughtering the members of the Plenilune sect when Alex was being trapped in the tower.
âI shouldâve taken the sword for myself at the time, but nowâ¦â
âI refuse to believe that I canât move it!â
He then took a golden talisman and slapped it on his body.
It was a rare Strength Boosting talisman from ancient times. When activated, it could increase strength
by twofold for a short period of time. If one were to have the strength to lift ten tons, they would lift
twenty tons in ten minutes. One could carry boulders if one wanted to.
âArgh!!! Rise!â Donovan screamed, putting both hands on the hilt of the sword, using all his might to lift
it. Two harsh footsteps were imprinted into the ground, yet the sword remained on the ground, not
moving an inch. Donovan refused to accept this and continued trying to use brute force.
Suddenly, a loud noise came from behind. âPfft!â
Donovanâs face flushed red.
On the other hand, Hermione covered her nose and took two steps back, visibly disgusted. âUgh, how
disgusting. You farted in public.â
Donovan was quite frustrated as well, but he didnât want to give up. After taking another breath, he
used all his might once more.
Pfffft
However, he let out a louder fart, and his pants were almost ruined by this.
Serene couldnât take it anymore, let alone Hermione, who was just a few feet away from him. That was
because that was clearly a wet fart. They were worried that he might crap in his pants if he used too
much strength again.
Hermione started complaining. âHey, do you have any decency at all? Donât take a dump here at the
Plenilune sect! Even if you wanted to, you could just use the toilet. Are you trying to kill us with that
smell? Why would you sh*t in your pants?!â
Donovan wanted to bang his head to the ground. He had never been more humiliated in his entire life.
Boom!
Just then, Alex swung his golden punches towards an elderly Peak Lordâs forehead. This punch was
filled with Ksitigarbhaâs divine power, along with the strong energy of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. His
speed had even increased to being four times the speed of sound.
With an attack of such short-range, the Peak Lord couldnât escape at all. His head exploded from the
impact right there and then.
It was extraordinarily gory and terrifying. At this point, seven of the twelve Peak Lords were dead, and
one was severely injured.
The Peak Lords of the Sun Shrine werenât just a bunch of nobodies, after all. All of them were Peak
Imminent Immortals, yet they were being killed off as if they were mere livestock, dying from just one
punch.
All of the members of the Plenilune sect were shivering with fear as well. It reminded them about the
monk who tried to pretend to be the sect master and kidnapped Frostine, torturing her here, every
single day.