LOGINIt was clear that Chris’s expression was genuinely displeased.
The reporter was stunned, and everyone else seemed awkward, especially the Remington family members who were accompanying Chris. The Remington family had always been the face of LA , and whenever there was an important public event, Mr. Remington William would inevitably become the center of attention.
But today, Chris, who came from New York, immediately put them in a tough spot.
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Carl's thin lips curved slightly; he, too, had not expected Isaiah to appear at that moment.The guardian bowed and replied, "Master, for a thousand years, the Nightshade Secret Realm has remained peaceful. However, not long ago, I had just awakened from slumber when I sensed a fluctuation of Zen Aura lingering around the Nightshade Secret Realm, as if probing for a weakness in the restrictions."Amelia's brows furrowed slightly.Zen Aura fluctuations?It seemed that someone had already come to explore the Nightshade Secret Realm ahead of time. Since there was something inside related to herself, she had no choice but to enter the Nightshade Secret Realm.She lifted her gaze, looking toward the depths of the rift in the Nightshade Secret Realm, where mist swirled. Her voice was cool, yet carried an inexplicable authority: "In that case, open the entrance to the Nightshade Secret Realm."Upon hearing this, the guardian quickly stepped aside a
Isaiah sat paralyzed on the ground, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, his entire body frozen.His mouth was wide open, yet no sound came out. His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the guardian kneeling before Amelia. The madness and pride that once filled his gaze had completely vanished, replaced by a terror and confusion that seeped into his very bones.Master?Amelia was the guardian's Master?How could that be possible?The guardian of the Nightshade Secret Realm had existed for a thousand years, his strength unfathomable. He never regarded anyone with respect, let alone showed such deference to anyone. When had anyone ever seen him act this way?Amelia's strength was nothing compared to his, and judging by her appearance, she was only in her early twenties. How could she possibly be his Master?Isaiah's mind felt as if countless thunderclaps exploded within it, buzzing incessantly. He recalled Amelia's casual remark
He paused, looking at Amelia and Carl: "I haven't seen these two fellow cultivators before. How should I address you?""Amelia.""Carl.""Indeed, the younger generation is truly full of talent," Nathanial said with a smile. "It seems this is your first time coming to Mount Wraith for the Cultivation Summit."Amelia lifted her gaze, a faint smile on her lips: "It is indeed our first time. If it weren't for Master Cloudwalker, we wouldn't have been able to enter."Nathanial nodded, then turned his gaze to Cloudwalker: "Fellow Cultivator Cloudwalker, later you'll need to take these young people to the Nightshade Secret Realm. If you have time now, come with me to the tea room. I have something to discuss with you."Cloudwalker paused: "Alright, you go to the tea room first and wait for me. I'll come over in a moment.""No problem," Nathanial replied, turning around. "I'll go ahead then."After Nathanial left, Cloudwalker looked at
The speed was beyond imagination, as if it were teleportation, leaving only a faint white shadow at the original spot.Isaiah was still struggling in the excruciating pain of his shattered Nascent Soul when he suddenly felt an invisible pressure envelop him. He did not even see Amelia's movements; he only felt a sharp pain between his brows, and a pure, fierce aura, like a needle, instantly pierced into his sea of consciousness."Ah!"A scream even more tragic than the shattering of his Nascent Soul echoed through the sky. Isaiah clutched his head with both hands, his body curling into a ball as he rolled frantically on the stage. Within his sea of consciousness, the place where his spiritual resolve resided was being violently torn apart by an irresistible force.That was the foundation he had cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, the capital he prided himself on, the faith that had supported him all the way. Yet at this moment, under Ameli
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertip aimed at Amelia's back. The Silence Needle, under the afterglow of the setting sun, flashed with a barely noticeable cold gleam."Amelia... go to hell for me."Isaiah murmured in a low voice, using the last bit of his strength to shoot the Silence Needle toward Amelia's back.The Silence Needle moved at an incredible speed, like a ghost, slicing through the air without making a single sound.Most of the cultivators below the stage were still immersed in the shock from earlier, and no one noticed the disturbance happening in this corner.Only Jalen's eyes remained fixed on Isaiah, filled with delight.Cloudwalker was just about to step forward to say something to Amelia and Carl.Carl's gaze was still resting on Amelia, gentle and lingering.No one noticed that the Silence Needle, laced with deadly poison, had already quietly approached Amelia's back.An extreme joy erupted in Isai
"Th...this is impossible?"Amelia gave a faint smile, her voice light: "Isaiah, your sword is too slow."Too slow?Isaiah felt a surge of blood rush to his heart. He stared at Amelia like an enraged beast, bit through the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence, splattering it all over his sword.Ever since he arrived in this world, he had never suffered such humiliation!"I! Want! You! Dead!"As the Blood Essence merged into the sword, the blade instantly burst forth with dazzling light. The Zen Aura fluctuations multiplied several times, faintly exuding the pressure of the Heaven Spirit Phase. This was the Palmer family's Forbidden Arts—burning Blood Essence for power at a tremendous cost. But Isaiah no longer cared; he could find a way to recover from the price later. Right now, he had to kill the woman before him, or she would become his inner demon, forever blocking his path to further advancement.He ch







