Elven cultivators

Chapter 103 Burning Blood

The convoy moved slowly, the sound of horses' hooves was muffled, and the rumbling of wheels rolling over the gravel road was mixed in with the noise.

Looking into the distance, in the center of the procession was a black carriage, the carriage made of dark hardwood, with copper decorations inlaid at the four corners, and a flag on the roof with a dark gold dragon emblem embroidered on it.

It is the symbol of Cresol Dragon City.

More than twenty dragonborn cavalrymen riding fire-mane beasts guarded the carriage, moving slowly forward with it, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

At the end of the procession followed hundreds of fully armed Greyscale soldiers.

Anton's gaze fell on the carriage, but he only looked at it from a distance and did not penetrate it with his divine sense.

Gold-level experts generally possess perception far exceeding that of ordinary people. Although their divine sense is formless and intangible, rashly probing will still likely be detected by the other party, thus allowing them to prepare in advance.

The convoy moved slowly along the valley road, completely unaware of the danger ahead, and soon entered Ash Valley.

When the convoy reached the middle of the canyon, Summers raised his hand and made a gesture.

The next instant, the five men sprang up from their hiding place almost simultaneously.

Scott raised his sword and swung it, and a pale blue crescent-shaped sword aura shot out from the blade.

Summers swept his longsword horizontally, and a silver-white sword beam flew out from the blade as well. Fine arcs of electricity could be faintly seen jumping around the edge of the sword beam, emitting a crackling sound of electricity.

Bazel and Vaughn simultaneously swung their battle axes, unleashing two axe beams of different colors, both sharp and menacing.

All four chose to unleash their highly condensed magic power, and their targets were all the same: the carriage in the very center of the group.

Only Anton remained calm. With a slight thought, a silver-white sword light leaped from his chest, tearing through the sky like lightning and disappearing into the void.

The sword light was so fast that it arrived first despite being launched later, striking the carriage almost simultaneously with four other ranged attacks.

boom!

The carriage exploded instantly!

The two fiery-maned beasts pulling the cart were thrown out by the shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground with terrified screechs. They twitched a few times and then went still.

The dragonborn cavalrymen beside the carriage were also thrown off their mounts by the shockwave, rolling around on the ground several times before regaining their balance.

Dust billowed and stones flew everywhere, turning the spot where the carriage had been into a complete mess.

"Hahaha! You hit it!"

Vaughn's three heads simultaneously roared with joy.

Bazel's face also lit up with joy.

Scott and Summers, however, remained serious and rushed toward the carriage without saying a word.

Scott then retorted irritably.

"Fool, it's too early to be happy. Hurry up and catch up."

Anton's expression remained unchanged.

The moment he made his move, his divine sense had already locked onto the people inside the carriage.

It was clear that the people inside were completely unharmed.

The attack just now did not cause any damage to the opponent.

Sure enough, the next instant, a figure burst out from the dust and swung his sword at Scott and Summers who were charging towards him.

Clang!

A crisp, metallic clang suddenly erupted, and in the blink of an eye, the three had already exchanged blows no less than ten times.

Scott and Summers were clearly at a disadvantage.

If Anton's sword light hadn't arrived in time and distracted Marcus, the two of them would likely have suffered a minor loss.

The two sides separated immediately upon contact.

Scott and Summers stood apart, staring intently at Marcus not far away, their expressions solemn.

Although they knew Marcus was strong, the power he displayed in that brief exchange was still somewhat beyond their expectations.

If Canglan hadn't been involved in this operation, the success of the ambush would have been questionable.

Anton appeared beside the two of them at some point, his eyes fixed on Marcus.

For some reason, he sensed a familiar feeling from the other person.

Barzel and Vaughn had also arrived by then.

The latter stared wide-eyed at Marcus and clicked his tongue: "Are all pure-blooded dragonborn so thick-skinned? You took a hit from all of us and you're acting like nothing happened."

Apart from Barzel, the other three were too lazy to answer the question.

They never expected the attack to be effective.

To think that a sneak attack would be enough to defeat a pure-blooded dragon descendant who has risen to the rank of Gold is to underestimate their strength.

The purpose of the ambush was simply to eliminate Marcus outside Bluewater Harbor.

"I thought it was some audacious guy, but it turns out it's you guys."

Marcus recognized the newcomer, his gaze suddenly turning icy, his face revealing undisguised contempt.

"A bunch of rats hiding in the ditch actually came out."

"Who are you calling a rat?" Vaughn shouted from the middle of his head.

"You yourself hide in the base all day and never come out, yet you have the nerve to criticize us?" He made a face at him with his left side.

"You bastard!" The right side of the head clearly knew exactly how to insult the dragonborn most effectively.

Marcus's face darkened instantly. He glared coldly at Vaughn, ignoring the guy who looked like he wasn't quite right in the head, and turned to look at Anton.

"Canglan, you really are a member of the Fallen Dragon Society."

"Knowing that Dragon City has a bounty on your head, you still dare to show your face in front of me."

"Alright, I'll take care of you and these rats together today, so I don't have to look for them one by one later."

Even though he was the one who had been ambushed, Marcus showed no sign of panic. Instead, his face revealed a hint of arrogance and contempt.

It was as if the members of the Meteor Dragon Society were the real prey who had fallen into the trap.

This unusual scene made Scott and his companions feel uneasy.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and could not be held back; they had no other choice now.

"Let's do it!"

Summers winked at the others and charged toward Marcus first.

Scott followed closely behind.

Vaughn and Bazel were eager to try, but they followed their previous plan and charged towards the dragonborn cavalry and greyscale soldiers who had already reacted, prioritizing the elimination of these minions.

Anton stood motionless, while the silvery-white light floating beside him emitted a clear hum, and lightning struck Marcus.

The battle broke out again.

However, this time, Scott sensed something was wrong as soon as he and Summers exchanged blows.

The moment their swords clashed, both men suddenly felt a surge of heat, their blood boiling as if being burned by flames.

An unbearable burning pain quickly surged from my chest, spreading along my blood vessels to my limbs and bones.

Their skin flushed red at a visible speed, and sweat evaporated into white mist rising from their pores, making them feel as if they had been thrown into a steamer.

"this……"

Scott's face contorted, as if he had just realized something, his eyes widened in horror, and he blurted out:

"The power of laws!"

Summers quickly realized it, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

The two looked at each other, both seeing shock and fear in each other's eyes.

They never expected that Marcus would awaken the power of laws without anyone noticing.

They understood the difference between peak Gold-level experts and ordinary Gold-level experts better than anyone else.

That's not just a difference in the accumulation of magic power, but a difference in the essence of power.

The power of laws is the highest level of power in this world, a power that transcends ordinary cognition.

Even the lowest level of law is enough to crush any Gold-rank cultivator who has not awakened the power of laws.

A peak Gold-level expert can easily withstand the combined attacks of three or four Upper Gold-level opponents without being at a disadvantage.

Facing Marcus, who had awakened the power of laws, the five of them were simply no match.

For a moment, everyone's hearts sank.

Seeing the shock on everyone's faces, Marcus burst into laughter.

He no longer held back, unleashing his full power, and a faint red glow immediately emanated from his body.

The red light wasn't intense, but it gave people a sense of unease, as if it contained a power capable of burning everything.

The scorching heat spread outwards like waves, distorting and deforming the air within a radius of tens of meters.

"Surprised?"

Marcus looked down at the five men with a smug and triumphant gaze.

He has been stuck at the Gold rank for decades, trying every possible way to awaken the power of the laws, but he has never been able to find a way.

Unexpectedly, after arriving at Azurewater Harbor, the hatred he harbored for his rivals, the Meteor Dragon Society, and even the Silver Moon Clan inadvertently resonated with a certain temperament, and soon awakened his own power of law.

"Burning blood! This is my law!"

Marcus raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a wisp of crimson light condensed in his palm, like a flame compressed to its limit.

Staring at the ball of red light, Scott and Summers felt their blood boil intensely, as if it were about to burn and evaporate them completely. In horror, they quickly looked away.

"Use anger as a catalyst and murderous intent as fuel to burn everything and consume the enemy's blood."

Marcus's voice carried a hint of manic excitement, and his vertical pupils burned with intense fighting spirit.

His gaze swept over the five people below, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

"I've only recently broken through, and I'm in need of a few worthy opponents to test the power of my laws."

"You delivered yourselves to my door, saving me the trouble of searching everywhere."

Scott and Summers were pale and their palms were sweaty.

The last shred of hope in their hearts was shattered at this moment.

They originally thought that the five of them could easily defeat Marcus by ganging up on him, but they didn't expect that he would awaken the power of law at this critical moment.

Now, let alone killing Marcus, even escaping unscathed is a problem.

That's incredibly bad luck!

Just as they were at a loss, a calm voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"You're really making yourself look good."

Scott and Summers looked in the direction of the sound and were met with Anton's still calm face.

Even when facing a terrifying enemy who had awakened the power of laws, he showed no sign of panic or horror on his face, only looking at Marcus with a mocking gaze.

"You're making a low-level law sound like a high-level law. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd awakened the power of fire element."