Apotheosis

A peculiar scene was unfolding in the yard.

There were ten ranks within the nature level. Huge gap existed between each two of these ten ranks.

For instance, Roger, White Fiend, and Black Fiend, who had all just reached the nature level, were at the first rank.

Cultivators at the nature level were able to generate life vitality. They could use this life vitality as weapons to kill their enemies quietly.

Randall and Jon, the best of the Imperial soldiers, had already reached the fourth rank of the nature level. They possessed great mastery of life vitality at this rank.

That would give Randall a significant advantage if he fought against Roger or the others.

Another fact that gave Randall an edge was that he had mastered the chill intent, which could give his opponent's soul frostbite in the blink of an eye.

Jon's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He had agreed to help simply because he wanted to do Roger a favor. Otherwise, he would rather not make a dangerous enemy like Randall. He and Randall were both at the fourth rank, but Randall's mastery of chill intent made things different. If they fought with each other, Jon would have to pay a great deal of attention to Randall's intent. It would be a tough fight.

But what on earth was going on here? Jon found himself utterly at a loss of the situation.

If he wasn't mistaken, the youngster following Roger wasn't even near the threshold of the nature level. This kid was still at the marrow refining level. He couldn't even discharge life energy yet, let alone generate life vitality.

Where did he get the nerve to challenge Randall? How did he dare say something like 'you are brin

at he had been publicly humiliated by this brat, a kid at the marrow refining level!

Jon had witnessed all this. He might tell the soldiers. If that happened, Randall's authority would be destroyed.

He must kill this brat to redeem himself!

As Randall got to his feet, life vitality surged through his body. The air in the yard cooled instantly. Although it was a hot summer day, all onlookers felt chilled to the bone. The temperature must have dropped by dozens of degrees.

"You do have a death wish, don't you? But I'm afraid you picked the wrong way. You pissed me off, and you will regret it. There is going to be a hell lot of pain waiting for you before you die," Randall growled at Zen. A terrifying pressure radiated from Randall's body as he spoke. In the next instant, the force was directed at Zen.

Zen's body tensed. The pressure was like a massive iceberg. Once it fell on him, he would be crushed to pieces. Randall's force was indeed extraordinarily powerful. He was not a common body refiner at the nature level!

"Jon?" At this point, Roger called out and gave Jon a look.