How is this possible?
Elliott Taylorâs face gradually darkened as the Transcendent Breath around White Mitchell grew increasingly intense, even overbearing Benjamin Mitchell.
At that moment, Benjamin Mitchell sensed the change in White Mitchell and was immediately filled with rage.
âHeâs just a discarded child from the Mitchell Family. How dare he compare himself to me? Iâm the first genius recognized by the Eight Sect in the Mitchell Familyâs history. No one can surpass me, nobody!!!â Benjamin Mitchell screamed inwardly, his face filled with humiliation and anger.
If he were to lose to White Mitchell, wouldnât that mean the Mitchell Family made a wrong choice back then? That he was inferior to White Mitchell?
This was something Benjamin Mitchell couldnât accept.
He was so proud, hailed as a prodigy, acknowledged as the True Dragon of the Mitchell Family. Even in the Eight Sect filled with geniuses, he stood out, becoming a disciple of the Eight Sect chamber in one fell swoop.
Who else in the Capital City could match such glory, such talent?
And White Mitchell? He was merely an abandoned child from the Mitchell Family and only five years ago, he was the adopted son of a small family in Sayon.
How could such a person be mentioned in the same breath as him?
He does not even qualify to be my lackey!
Thinking of this made Benjamin Mitchell even more agitated, and his inner strength began to surge wildly without any control.
This is terrible!
Upon seeing this, Elliott Taylor instantly furrowed his brow.
He knew that in this state, Benjamin Mitchell could only unleash about seventy to eighty percent of his strength.
Because his heart was in chaos!
This was a grave mistake. Regardless of oneâs cultivation level, a lack of inner resolve would greatly hamper strength.
On the other hand, White Mitchell had always been calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.
This was the difference between the two!
Benjamin Mitchell became famous at a young age and had never encountered any setbacks. Even when he entered the Eight Sect, he smoothly ascended due to Elliott Taylorâs care, facing hardly any obstacles.
White Mitchellâs story was different. His youth was fraught with hardships and his journey filled with thorns, having undergone countless life-and-death tests.
His heart had long hardened into an unshakeable rock.
Compared to him, Benjamin Mitchellâs heart was undoubtedly fragile.
Although Benjamin Mitchellâs cultivation was superior, White Mitchellâs monstrous comprehension ability, coupled with his unwavering heart, could make up for the difference in cultivation levels.
Looking at this, Elliott Taylor seemed to see White Mitchell walking down an extraordinary path, a path of Transcendence that belonged only to White Mitchell!
If this trouble is not removed early, it will bring endless problems in the future, endless problems!
At this moment, Elliott Taylorâs intent to kill was incredibly strong. He no longer wanted White Mitchell to be a stepping stone for Benjamin Mitchell. He just wanted to quickly end White Mitchellâs life to avoid future trouble.
Bang!
But just as Elliot Taylor was about to make his move, a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, heavily crashing into the crowd.
âBenjamin!!!â
Elliott Taylor rushed over in a panic.
âImpossible, impossible, I am a Transcendent, I am a Transcendent! How can I lose, how could I possibly lose!!!â Benjamin Mitchell was staring blankly, muttering to himself, looking like a soulless shell.
The next moment, with a retching sound, Benjamin Mitchell spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face instantly turning pale.
Ahhhh!!!
White Mitchell!
I will kill you!!!