Chapter 840 Grave Disrespect


    The moment the sword energy vanished, Peter couldn’t help but fall t on his rear, gasping for breath


    inrge gulps


    Even so, they didn’t miss a chance to tease Emrys


    With a meaningful look. Emrys asked, “Mr. Peter, have you ever met a prodigy?”


    Prodigy


    Peter paused for a moment, then confidently pped his sturdy chest and said, “Of course I have. I’m a


    swordsmanship prodigy myself. How about I show you a few moves?”


    A long sword materialized in his hand, and he was eager to make a show of it.


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    Emrys shook his head and said. “Prodigyes in two forms–ordinary and extraordinary. You, my


    friend, are just an ordinary prodigy, I believe that within Mount Kushburn, there are many others who


    are just as ordinarily gifted as you.”


    “Bullsh*t!”


    Upon hearing these words, Peter immediately became displeased.


    A prodigy is a prodigy, so what’s the point in distinguishing between an ordinary prodigy and an


    exceptional one? If one is truly a prodigy, howe could the term ordinary‘ ever be used to describe us?


    What’s the point of the term prodigy, then?


    With a swift roll. Peter stood up, his voice filled with defiance. “If even someone like me is considered


    an ordinary prodigy, then tell me, who is the extraordinary prodigy? Give me his name, and I will pay


    him a visit one day!”


    The fact that Peter could withstand such a powerful sword energy and ascend to the peak of Sword


    King Mountain clearly demonstrated his substantial strength.”


    In reality, he was a prodigy in swordsmanship from Soul Sword Sect.


    The sect leader was none other than Peter’s father.


    So, when Emrys imed that Peter was just an ordinary prodigy, thetter was naturally. displeased.


    He immediately demanded to know who, then, was the extraordinary prodigy.


    Pointing to his own nose, Emrys dered, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s me!”


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    Peter was rendered speechless.


    How shameless!


    Incredibly, there were people in this world who were more brazen than him.


    Peter retorted angrily. “Don’t think you can hide behind a mask and shirk responsibility for your words.


    Do you dare to remove that mask and repeat what you just said?”


    “Of course, but I’m not going to remove my mask.”


    “Then you’re just talking nonsense!” Peter retorted.


    He clenched the sword in his hand, seething with anger. He was sorely tempted to thrust his de into


    the audacious masked youth.


    Emrys cast a casual nce, smoothly changing the subject. “That’s a fine–looking sword you have


    there!” he remarked.


    “Nonsense. This sword of mine is truly exceptional, a gift from my father…”


    Peter was about to boast when suddenly he saw the masked youth in front of him sweep his hand. He


    didn’t know what had happened, but the exceptional sword he usually wielded with ease had


    inexplicably slipped from his grasp.


    “Come here, you!”


    Emrys abruptly seized the sword from Peter, which greatly infuriated him. However, upon witnessing


    Emrys‘ next move, his face dramatically changed color.


    “Stop… just stop!”


    With a loud roar, Peter watched in terror as Emrys seized his sword and swiftly thrust it toward the


    pristine white statue standing nearby.


    That was none other than the legendary Sword King of yesteryears!


    This mountain became a sacred ce for swordsmen, as it was imbued with sword energy, due to the


    Sword King practicing here year after year, and the name of Sword King Mountain originated from this.


    The members of the Three Sword Sects regarded the statue at the mountain’s peak with a reverence


    akin to that of a deity. Who would dare to disrespect it?


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    Only Emrys dared to do so,


    When he saw Emrys‘ reckless action, Peter was instantly filled with shock and horror. He lunged


    desperately, trying to reim his unparalleled sword, but he was still a moment


    toote.


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    The sh of the sword swiftly passed, leaving a profound mark on the chest of the statue.


    “Oh no!” Peter’s face turned deathly pale.


    In the next instant, the sound of cracking echoed incessantly. The sword wound on the statue’s chest


    tore open at an rming speed, spreading like a spider’s web. In a blink of an eye, it covered the entire


    statue.


    “Oh no, this is a grave disrespect!”


    Peter was already scared out of his wits.


    Boom!


    As the statue shattered, a terrifying surge of sword energy soared toward the heavens.


    Peter fell to the ground in an instant, much like a round ball of flesh, nearly shaken off the mountain’s


    sword energy. Fortunately, this sword energy only appeared for a fleeting


    moment.