Apotheosis

A beautiful woman stood beside the young man wearing the coir raincoat. The woman's long dress was blindingly orange, and when it was ruffled by the wind, it seemed like she was engulfed in a dancing flame.

Both of them were mediocre in their cultivation level, having reached no further than the third stage of the Other Shore Realm. However, the auras they emitted were surprisingly strong.

Sparing the young man a short glance, Zen turned to Gant. "Let's go," he urged.

The two of them walked quickly along the street and passed by the young man.

Just as they passed him, however, he spoke. "Please stop."

Zen frowned, slightly annoyed. "What?" he asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Was the Sword-reading Liquid made by you?" the young man asked.

A realization hit Zen.

This young man was the one behind Fergus.

If not for his question about the Sword-reading Liquid, Zen would never have guessed this young man's identity. He had expected the person behind Fergus to be exceptionally cultivated and old, not a gangly teenager.

"So what if it is? Do you have a problem with that?" Zen retorted.

The young man did not flinch. "If you didn't make it, I'll kill you," he said simply, his eyes innocent like a child's. "If you did, I will consider sparing your life."

The incongruence between his wiry, youthful appearance and his words was almost comical. Zen snorted with laughter and indignation. Beside him, Gant looked furious. "This is the Dragon City. Who do you think you are? How dare you commit murder here?" he said icily.

Glancing at Gant, the young man clenched his fist.

Zen reacted immediately. This was not just an arrogant teenager. This was a formidable opponent. With a slight gesture of his hand, the Snow Sword appeared in it.

This sword exuded a ray of surging radiance that gushed towards the young man like a tsunami wave.

At the entrance to the Sword Tower, the Alliance Chiefs looked on with confusion. They did not know what had sparked the conflict. All they had seen was that Zen and the young man started fighting after their short exchange of words.

The young man looked completely harmless, a mere teen. Zen's attack surprised them.

However, the sword radiance of the Six Annihilation Strike only spread out eight inches from its source.

After the air in the young man's hand had dissipated, Zen stiffly withdrew the Six Annihilation Strike.

The Ways-blending Energy was violent and difficult to control. Embarrassing as it was to admit it, Zen

u will compensate me for this broken sword. And then, I will prove that you are wrong," said Zen, seething.

Milo turned his head to look at Zen, raising his eyebrows disdainfully. He obviously didn't take Zen seriously.

"He hasn't even answered your question yet," Kate whispered into his ear.

"I already know the answer," he answered simply. "He did make the Sword-reading Liquid. Otherwise, he would have died after taking three steps back."

"Three steps? But he retreated twenty steps!"

"Damn it. I hate to admit it, but I'm impressed!" said Milo, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I expected him to collapse after ten steps at the most!"

"It seems that you feel threatened. Hee hee!"

Milo sighed, a little embarrassed for showing his anger. "Yeah. Those two fellows from the top of the Oneness Mountain are not weak. And this man came to the Dragon City on purpose to thwart me," he said, rubbing his temples.

Zen and Gant stayed silent for a while.

Then, Zen looked down at his broken Snow Sword. What a sad sight it was! Shaking his head, he smiled bitterly, and handed it to Gant. "What should I do?" he asked humbly.

He had an affinity for the Snow Sword, and it had served him well. He hadn't expected it to break so soon.

"I can fix it, but it won't be easy," Gant said with a worried face.

Before the Snow Sword broke so suddenly, Gant had been confused about Zen's fight with Milo. He had thought Zen was jesting.

It was not until the Snow Sword was destroyed that he realized how much of a disadvantage Zen was at.

In his eyes, Zen was a formidable warrior, rivaled by no one. Milo, however, had succeeded in overpowering him.