Chapter 6767

James shrugged nonchalantly.

“Is that all you have? Shall we continue?” Marci squeezed out a few words through clenched teeths,

“How? How are you so strong? It’s not possible...” Mid-sentence, her eyes suddenly widened as a

realization dawned on her.

“Wait, you’ve received Emperor Yarden’s inheritance.

This is the Great Historial Land, where Emperor Yarden’s golden body resides.

You can harness his remnant power, making you invincible in the Great Historial Land.” With a fierce

glare, she added, “But outside the Great Historial Land, you would never be a match for me." “So?”

James urged her to continue.

“So...” Marci paused and swallowed her saliva.

Then, she said unwillingly, “What else can I say? You will never give me the chance to leave.

Now that I’m at your mercy do with me what you will.

“It’s a pity.

I am also one of the Chosen Ones, but I’ve been suppressed for so long.

I thought I could finally soar to great lengths, yet here I am, thwarted by you.” With that said, she closed

her eyes and braced herself.

She gritted her teeth and shouted, “Go on then, do it! If I flinch, I won’t be worthy of being the Great

Historial Land’s Chosen One.” Seeing Marci’s sorrowful appearance, James smiled gently.

Then, he flicked his robe and took a seat on the ground.

After a moment, Marci abruptly opened her eyes.

Puzzled, she frowned and asked, “What are you doing?” James said calmly, “Let’s set aside the idea of

killing for now.

I’ve already taken too many lives today and want a heart-to-heart chat.” Marci scoffed, “Who wants to

chat with you? If Emperor Yarden had not lost his mind and passed his inheritance to you, you’d be an

ant to me.” James was unfazed by her insult.

Instead, he smiled and nodded in agreement.

“You’re right, but ask yourself why master didn’t pass his inheritance to you instead?” Marci, teeth

clenched, protested, “I...L...If it weren't for that cursed witch from the Haurvatat Temple suppressing

me, I would have...” James interjected and said solemnly, “You really ought to thank her.

Without her assistant, you wouldn’t have managed to forge a golden body with only Historial Power.

Ascending to the Daeclon Rank would just be a dream to you.” Marci’s beautiful face was tinted with

shock.

“You...” Before she could finish, James thrust his hand forward, and Historial Power emerged from his

palm.

“You...you actually...” Marci’s eyes widened in disbelief.

James looked at her and said smilingly, “You’re surprised I uncovered your identity? Regardless of how

many different energies you incorporate, disguising your fundamental power is impossible.

You’re utilizing Historial Power.

“and the fact you keep calling me a lowly being is a clear sign of guilty conscience.” Marci lifted her

head and took a deep breath.

“Is that why you could have killed me at the Haurvatat Temple but chose only to inflict serious injury?"

James smiled lightly and responded, “I’m not as kind as you think.

I was curious how someone using Historial Power could so effectively integrate Clayton’s powers.

Marci inhaled sharply and asked, “How do you also know about this?” “You're not really at the Soma

Daeclon Rank, right? Who borrowed you their strength?” James revealed another secret.

Marci stared at him, her expression mixed with fear and awe.

“You ..how do you know so much about me? This...it’s impossible.” James responded, “Calm down.

How can you be so easily startled? I wasn’t sure, but after seeing your eight physical clones, I

confirmed you weren't at the Soma Daeclon Rank.

“However, I noticed part of your power bore a striking resemblance to the one that kidnapped my wife.

Tell me, whose power does it belong to?”