Chapter 158


    Chapter 158 Digging Your Own Grave


    Seeing Emrys‘ attitude, Zeke roared in anger. However, Erwin waved his hand, signaling him to step


    back. Then, with an amused look, Erwin turned to Emrys and said, “Young man, you seem to carry


    quite an air of arrogance, don’t you?”


    Emrys did not respond.


    Erwin continued, “It’s normal for young people to have pride, but excessive pride is like digging your


    own grave. Do you think anyone wille to save you today?”


    Erwin gave a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. He suddenly fixed a sharp gaze on Emrys,


    Emrys, however, seemedpletely oblivious. After a moment of contemtion, he asked, “Why


    should I wait for someone toe and rescue me? Can’t I save myself?”


    “Save yourself?”


    Erwin and Zeke exchanged a nce before bursting intoughter.


    Almost choking on hisughter, Zeke said, “Haha, kid, you’re really trying to make me die ofughter.


    You don’t seriously think your little tricks can match my dad’s skills, do you?”


    Zeke had witnessed Emrys‘ skills back at Tulip Valley, which were indeed impressive, but that should


    not have made him proud.


    Even if an ordinary person had exceptional fighting skills, in the face of a trained martial artist, they


    would merely be aughingstock.


    “Is it that funny?”


    Just when Erwin and his son thought they heard the biggest joke, Emrys‘ words made theirughter


    abruptly stop.


    “Ignorant child, now I understand why Lydia despises you so much. It’s because you are indeed


    ignorant and reckless!”


    Erwin’s gaze finally turned serious, revealing a fierce expression. The dominating aura that had pushed


    Richard back earlier surged forth again.


    Boom!


    In an instant, the hall seemed shrouded in a terrifying shadow. Even Zeke couldn’t help but feel his


    heart pounding.


    However, Emrys suddenlyughed.


    “Erwin, do you know why I asked Delia to leave just now? It’s because I was afraid that your blood


    would taint her beautiful eyes!”


    As Emrys spoke, he took a step forward. The imposing aura released by Erwin, instead of forcing him


    back, extinguished like a candle in the wind.


    Chapter 158 Digging Your Own Grave


    Then, with a thunderous sound, an even more terrifying and unmatched momentum surged out.


    However, this aura did not originate from Erwin, but from Emrys.


    “Y–You are also a martial artist?”


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    Erwin and Zeke were instantly struck with terror. If Erwin’s released aura earlier was like a mountain,


    the aura emanating from Emrys now was like the sky copsing.


    The difference between their strength was immense!


    “A martial artist?”


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    Emrys chuckled lightly, his palm forming a de to form a casual stroke in the void. A sharp de of


    energy burst forth in an instant. It cleaved through the air, severing one of Erwin’s arms, and even split


    the high–backed chair on which he sat, into two.


    Before Erwin could react, his arm was severed, flying through the air. Blood spurted out, sttering all


    over Zeke, who was standing next to him. Zeke was drenched in a gruesome shower of blood.


    “Ah!”


    Erwin fell to his knees with a thud, his screams filled with boundless terror. His son, Zeke, had long


    copsed to the ground in terror, unable to utter a word.


    Gathering energy to form a de and attack from afar.


    That showed he was a Manifestor!


    “A Manifestor grandmaster. Manifestor grandmaster…”


    Erwin’s head hung low, the pain from the severed arm barely registeringpared to the


    overwhelming fear in his heart.


    “A Manifestor grandmaster?”


    Erwin thought that this was the limit, but Emrysughed again. He pinched his fingers, and another


    burst of energy shot out, piercing Zeke’s shoulder and creating a half–inch wide hole.


    Zeke was not as resilient as his father. The force of this single finger strike was so powerful that it


    directly caused him excruciating pain, making him pass out.


    “You’re not a Manifestor grandmaster. You’re a cultivator!”


    Erwin’s eyes widened as if his eye sockets were about to split open. His eyes were filled with bloodshot


    veins, presenting a terrifying and ghastly sight.


    The difference between a Manifestor Grandmaster and a cultivatory in the fact that the former


    utilized strength, while thetter utilized energy.


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