Chapter 712 True Identity


    White quickly stepped forward, full of assurance. "Sir, rest assured, my error was due to underestimating him. He''s just a bumpkin, and if I take him seriously, I''ll make sure he begs for mercy on his knees!"


    After ck''s attack failed to reach its mark, the two brothers conferred and prepared tounch another attack. This time, for safety, ck and White decided to strike together.


    White gave ck a signal, and ck immediately understood. After grasping White''s n, ck started moving quietly to position himself behind Daniel and began murmuring softly.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    He was chanting a spell-Soul Take, one of the most ancient incantations in the USA, used by warlocks and part of witchcraft.


    On the surface, ck and White might appear as Level Six Martial Arts Masters, but in reality, they were warlocks. ck was among the elite, a Shaman Warlock!


    And White, though not as strong as his brother, was a powerful warlock in his own right, a Junior Shaman Warlock.


    A Soul Take spell chanted by a Shaman Warlock could even snatch the souls of Ninth Grade Martial Arts Masters. Daniel was merely a humble country bumpkin, far from the power of a Ninth Grade Master.


    Thus, ck was confident that a mere fragment of the Soul Take spell would be enough to seize Daniel''s soul.


    From the very first moment Danielid eyes on the brothers, he sensed something off about them; they didn''t seem like genuine martial arts experts but more like warlocks. And now that ck was openly casting Soul Take, Daniel had his proof-these aged men were indeed warlocks, and adept ones at that.


    Yet, no matter how fearsome the warlock, even a Shaman Warlock, they were only a step abovemon folk.


    Daniel was the Son of the Seven Dragons, the future Lord of the Seven Dragons, the ruler of the realm of gods. Therefore, the Soul Take had no effect on him.


    ck''s chant had gone on for quite


    some time, and if his target had


    been just an average person, it would have been all over by now. Yet there Daniel stood, hands in his pockets, chuckling as if untouched by the spell.


    "ck, so you''re a warlock? A Shaman Warlock, no less! Before trying your Soul Take on me, did you by any chance use it on The Spirit Cat too?"


    Daniel''s question shocked ck to his core. He stood frozen, looking at Daniel with disbelief. "What are you?"


    "What am I? I''m just a bumpkin. An unknown, insignificant speck of dust that everyone steps on without a second nce."


    Traditionally modest Daniel suddenly embraced humility.


    Being humble and keeping a low profile was a virtue. After all, being too high-profile only made one a target for adversity and, quite possibly, a lightning strike.


    Humility and discretion were the keys to winning in the end.


    That''s why Daniel was fond of these blind fools who called him a bumpkin. Those who addressed him as such gave him no reason to show mercy when it was time to strike back.