The man was the young master of the Lunula Sect, Julius Jackson. Presently, he was in soul projection
form, hiding in the body of the disciple who had just died.
Bjorne locked eyes with him.
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Julius gave a despicable expression and gaze.
âSo what if I did?â Bjorneâs was even more aloof than Julius. âYouâre that bast*rd young master who
stole your subordinateâs concubine? Your subordinates even betrayed you and called you a bast*rd
behind your back. Are you that stupid to come here to avenge them?â
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âWhat are you talking about?â Juliusâ eyes widened as he suppressed his anger.
âDonât you understand human language?â
As the young master of the Lunula Sect, Julius had always been on a high horse. Bjorneâs repeated
humiliation of him caused him to fly into a rage. âTell me. who the hell are you?â
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âIâm your grandpa!â
Bjorne picked up the Xavion Sword and slashed it at him.
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âNo matter what projection you are⦠All of you, just go to hell.â
Swoosh!
Not only could the Xavion Sword sever flesh, but it could also sever souls. Although Juliusâs projection
was not even a soul, it shattered and split in half after the sword went through it. It seemed the
projection was still somewhat related to its main body.
Before this mental projection was extinguished entirely, vicious words came out. âAborigine, youâve
actually mastered the Xavion Sword. Very well. Iâll remember you. Iâll definitely come and find you.â
Poof!
Next, the mental projection completely shattered and was extinguished.
***
On the edge of the moon outside the atmosphere, a blood-red demonic mountain floated with a
terrifying aura. On it, a young man was furiously smashing the table and chairs around him. A trembling
maid stepped forward to clean up, only to be slapped hard by the man a couple of times.
That man was Julius Jackson.
âYoung Master. Whatâs going on?â an old man asked cautiously after rushing over.
Juliusâs had a cold face. âAll of our disciples who crossed the boundary were wiped out in the sanctuary
just now. They obtained nothing, too.â
The old man was shocked. âHow could this happen? Is it because of the mechanisms and traps in the
sanctuary? Sigh. The people in the Wastelands have long received the news and have made
preparations in those ancient sanctuaries. Those whose cultivation levels remained might not escape
unscathed, what more disciples whose cultivation levels have been reduced.â
Juliusâs face was sullen. âIt wasnât mechanisms and traps. It was an aborigine. â
âWhat? An aborigine?â
âThatâs right. Itâs an aborigine. He has killed all our people and even destroyed my mental projection.â
ââ¦â
The old man was shocked. The previous Wastelands were still forbidden lands. The aborigines over
there were like birds with broken wings.
âHow could they still fly so high under such circumstances?â
After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something and said, âYoung Master, the spiritual energy
and will of the Wastelands has been resurrected, and the tide of spiritual energy has even erupted.
This is spiritual energy condensed in the universe, so its significance is extraordinary. Some old
geezers have very likely awakened during the tide of spiritual energyâ¦â
Julius said, âItâs a young man. I can tell heâs not even fifty.â
The old manâs mouth was agape, totally stunned this time.