Chapter 2800


    The man was the young master of the Lun 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.


    Bjorne


    Alex


    Julius gave a despicable expression and gaze.


    “So what if I did?” Bjorne’s was even more aloof than Julius. “You’re that bast*rd young master who


    stole your subordinate’s concubine? Your subordinates even betrayed you and called you a bast*rd


    behind your back. Are you that stupid toe here to avenge them?”


    Bjorne


    Alex


    “What are you talking about?” Julius’ eyes widened as he suppressed his anger.


    “Don’t you understand humannguage?”


    As the young master of the Lun Sect, Julius had always been on a high horse. Bjorne’s repeated


    humiliation of him caused him to fly into a rage. “Tell me. who the hell are you?”


    Bjorne


    Alex


    “I’m your grandpa!”


    Bjorne picked up the Xavion Sword and shed it at him.


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    Bjorne


    Alex


    ‘No matter what projection you are… All of you, just go to hell.’


    Swoosh!


    Not only could the Xavion Sword sever flesh, but it could also sever souls. Although Julius’s 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 rted to its main body.


    Before this mental projection was extinguished entirely, vicious words came out. “Aborigine, you’ve


    actually mastered the Xavion Sword. Very well. I’ll remember you. I’ll definitelye and find you.”


    Poof!


    Next, the mental projectionpletely 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 pped hard by the man a couple of times.


    That man was Julius Jackson.


    “Young Master. What’s going on?” an old man asked cautiously after rushing over.


    Julius’s had a cold face. “All of our disciples who crossed the boundary were wiped out in the sanctuary


    just now. They obtained nothing, too.”


    The old man was shocked. “How could this happen? Is it because of the mechanisms and traps in the


    sanctuary? Sigh. The people in the Wastnds 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.”


    Julius’s face was sullen. “It wasn’t mechanisms and traps. It was an aborigine. ”


    “What? An aborigine?”


    “That‘s right. It’s an aborigine. He has killed all our people and even destroyed my mental projection.”


    “…”


    The old man was shocked. The previous Wastnds were still forbiddennds. The aborigines over


    there were like birds with broken wings.


    ‘How could they still fly so high under such circumstances?’


    After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something and said, “Young Master, the spiritual energy


    and will of the Wastnds 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 energy…”


    Julius said, “It’s a young man. I can tell he’s not even fifty.”


    The old man’s mouth was agape, totally stunned this time.