The two simple words from Jason Ji made everyone's eyes twitch, even surprising Quentin Wei. Who would have thought that their prince consort would, without hesitation, slap a member of the esteemed Haoyi Alliance's Twenty-Eight Stars in front of his subordinates?
Carl Zhao seemed dazed for a moment, the sting of Jason's slap spreading across his face. His expression twisted with fury. "You… dare… to die!" he spat, each word laced with killing intent.
But before Carl Zhao could finish his threat, Jason's eyes turned icy. He raised his right hand and delivered another slap, sending Carl Zhao flying back three meters. A vivid red imprint burned on his cheek.
"Die, you mongrel!" Carl Zhao roared, his blood-red eyes brimming with fury. Seven stars aligned above him as a formidable aura surged around Heartbreak Cliff. He raised his blood-red blade, his star power swirling around him as he brought it down upon Jason.
"Damn, this is bad!" Quentin Wei's heart clenched as he recognized the seven-star power Carl Zhao wielded. While Jason was no ordinary person, he was exhausted from his recent battle with the legendary Netherworld King. In his weakened state, could he withstand the strength of a seven-star cultivator?
Just as Quentin Wei was about to intervene, Jason's lips curled into a subtle smile, his clear gaze glinting with silver light. "Tang Sect's secret weapon: Rain of Blossoms Needles!"
A glimmer of silver filled the air. To everyone's shock, Jason suddenly transformed into a menacing figure with countless phantom arms, each unleashing a flurry of weapons—golden needles, silver needles, throwing darts, flying stones, knives, spiked chains, and heart-piercing spikes. In an instant, dozens of different hidden weapons filled the sky, spiraling and striking with precision. All aimed at one target: Carl Zhao.
The East Emperor Iron Guard watched, their jaws dropping in awe. Who could have imagined such a flawless weapon technique existed? This level of skill—who outside of a legendary realm could even survive it?
As the storm of hidden weapons subsided, Carl Zhao stood frozen, his body impaled by countless blades. His eyes remained wide open in horror. From his aura, it was clear he had already taken his last breath. The once-imposing blood blade now lay shattered at Jason's feet.
While Hannah Ye was shaken by Jason's power, a wave of satisfaction and relief washed over her as she looked at Carl Zhao's defeated form. Finally, her vengeance was beginning to be repaid.
"Monster!" Li Wen, the Eccentric Scholar, gasped in terror, retreating as fast as he could. He had just witnessed the brutal way Carl Zhao was taken down by Jason's hidden weapons. He didn't doubt for a moment that Jason could easily do the same to him. The only reason Jason hadn't killed him yet was that he simply didn't want to.
Jason raised an eyebrow, forming a hand seal. The weapons embedded in Carl Zhao's body shimmered and flew back to Jason's hand, disappearing as if they had never been there.
Watching Jason retrieve the weapons with such ease, Quentin Wei swallowed hard, at a loss for words to describe their prince consort.
Jason merely chuckled, unfazed by the terror around him.
At that moment, Li Wen seemed to realize who he was dealing with. To command the East Emperor Iron Guard, to defeat a seven-star cultivator effortlessly, to possess such astonishing abilities—this could only be the newest sensation of the Azure Sky Ranking, the Dong family's prince consort, Jason Ji.
"You… you're Jason Ji?" Li Wen stammered, swallowing hard.
Jason's raised brow was the only confirmation Li Wen needed, his face paling further.
"T-this is a misunderstanding, Lord Ji!" Li Wen stammered, bowing deeply. "Our alliance leader, Shawn Xie, has always spoken highly of you, praising your unmatched talent. Had we known it was you, we would never have dared to act so recklessly."
Jason's face remained expressionless as he coldly asked, "Leave or die?"
Li Wen froze, then quickly nodded. "We'll leave, of course…"
Bowing again, he signaled to the Haoyi Alliance disciples, and they fled with haste.
The three thousand iron-clad soldiers watched with pride as these normally arrogant cultivators scurried away, thinking to themselves, so this is the power of having strength.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]