"Impossible! This is impossible!"Ellen Stark screamed.It had never occurred to her that she would one day meet a man more powerful than Jerome was and that man was right in front of her!Chase grabbed Jerome by the neck and crushed it."A martial arts saint is weak!"Chase kicked Jerome into the air like a ball, sending him crashing into a stone tablet. Jerome kept coughing up blood.Chase was not in a hurry to kill Jerome. It was because he knew very well that there was still use for Jerome. It was not the right time to kill him."Who exactly are you?!"The expression of the Starks changed. Chase was more powerful than they imagined. Jerome was a martial saint but he could barely fight Chase."You ask too many questions." Chase shook his head and strode forward. Every step he took caused a wave in the air that made others anxious."Get out!" someone suddenly said. There was a sinister look in Ellen's eyes. She shouted daintily and pointed her pretty finger into the air. Tw
The stick had been stained with blood. Chase had picked it up from the ground.At this moment, when Chase pulled the stick out of Jerome, Jerome fell limp to the ground. This martial arts saint was maimed.All of the other Starks were scared silly as they screamed. Did their martial arts saint get defeated just like that?Chase remained composed. He swept a glance at the rest of the Starks, and his gaze finally fell on an old woman dressed in black.The old woman was hunched over and looked haggard. There was no light in her eyes. She looked like a frail old woman, but Chase noticed that every time he looked at her, her dim eyes would suddenly brighten.Chase realized that she was hiding her cultivation.Ellen's weapon was not to be trifled with, and even Chase was wary of its threat. If he had defended himself with just his pure physique, he would have ended up getting hurt.However, the Starks seemed to have mistaken Chase for using pure strength to destroy the weapon. Chase
A deafening roar erupted as violent energy waves swept in all directions, resembling a catastrophic landslide and tsunami. Ellen's face lit up with a triumphant grin—she was convinced Chase was doomed.Yet Chase remained calm. His expression betrayed neither fear nor anxiety. With a swift motion, he reached out and snatched the wooden staff from its wielder before swinging it powerfully.A sharp metallic resonance echoed through the air. Chase moved with blinding speed, his footsteps as quick as a thunderbolt. He swung the staff in a wide arc.Bodies exploded one after another, blood splattering everywhere. Each victim's skull shattered, painting a horrific scene of carnage.The onlookers drew sharp breaths as their faces pale with terror."No… That's impossible!" Ellen screamed, her voice trembling with disbelief.Chase was like a butcher on a rampage. Alone and wielding just a wooden staff, he had brutally slaughtered three martial arts saints."No, you're a demon!" Jerome shr
In an instant, spiritual energy surged around Chase like a tide before converging at his fingertip. A brilliant golden light burst forth, sharp and dazzling like the edge of a blade."Finger Sword!" he intoned, his voice calm yet commanding.With a simple thrust of his finger, blood sprayed out as it pierced straight through the forehead of an elder. The man's eyes widened in disbelief before he collapsed lifelessly to the ground, not even able to scream.Meanwhile, the remaining two elders launched simultaneous attacks from above.Chase raised the wooden staff to block a spear strike, its impact reverberating through the air. At the same time, his left hand shifted into a palm strike that landed squarely on the chest of the second elder.A dull thud echoed as the elder's internal organs shattered into pulp. Blood oozed from his orifices, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground.Throughout the skirmish, Chase remained rooted to his spot. With nothing more than a wooden staff
As Isaiah's words fell, he suddenly surged forward with his steps accelerating sharply. He threw a devastating punch, his fist glowing with runic markings that amplified its power severalfold. Clearly, Isaiah had employed some kind of secret technique to boost his strength."Hmm?" Chase frowned but remained calm. He raised his palm and met the blow with a steady strike.The moment their attacks collided, Isaiah stumbled back several steps, his face pale and drained of color."How is this possible?" Isaiah gasped in disbelief. "I activated a secret art! My strength now surpasses that of an ordinary martial arts saint. Why can't I defeat him?"It defied logic. Though Isaiah was young and had reached the martial arts saint level, his achievements were not entirely due to raw talent.The Stark family's unique cultivation techniques artificially elevated their martial arts practitioners, requiring all martial arts saints within the family to study their inherited methods. Without these
Isaiah stared at Chase with wide, terrified eyes. His entire body was trembling. He tried to plead for mercy, but as he opened his mouth, his tongue slipped out and fell to the ground.Ellen froze momentarily, then realized what had happened—Isaiah had gone mad from sheer fear."Y-You actually scared him insane?" she stammered, her voice shaking with disbelief.Isaiah, insane? Whether it was true or not, this incident would undoubtedly create an uproar. The Stark family, one of the most powerful martial arts families in Capital City, had been utterly humiliated. This was a severe blow to their reputation."Chase, you should leave now! The elders will return at any moment," Ellen shouted urgently, her voice tinged with panic.Chase simply shook his head. There was a faint, calm smile playing on his lips. He showed no intention of fleeing. The Stark family might be a towering entity in the eyes of others, but to him, they were insignificant.If he so wished, a mere flick of his fin
"Heh, you can try," Chase said with a faint smile, turning to step back into the room.As he crossed the threshold, a sudden crack resounded. Easton had smashed a wooden table with his hand, his expression turning icily cold."Young one, you shouldn't be so arrogant," Easton said with a chilling tone. "At such a young age, you refuse to repent, and you even dare to provoke the authority of the Secret Sect. You're courting death!"His piercing gaze seemed to freeze the air around him as the temperature plummeted. Easton extended his hand, and a gleaming dagger appeared in his grip. It emanated a sharp, chilling aura that locked onto Chase."Your strength isn't bad," Easton sneered. "But compared to the high-tier techniques of the Secret Sect, you're leagues behind!"With a flash of light, Easton darted forward, with the dagger aimed directly at Chase's heart. His confidence was unwavering—he was certain Chase could not evade this strike. The dagger moved so quickly that it reached
"No need for your reminder," Chase said indifferently, casting Easton a fleeting glance before turning to push open the door and leave the courtyard.Once Chase stepped out of the residence, Ellen seemed to snap back to reality. She shrieked, "Stop him! Don't let him get away!"Two Stark family guards bolted from the courtyard in pursuit. But in a flash, Chase's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace."Useless!" Easton bellowed angrily."Mr. Easton…" One of the guards hesitated. "That man is strange. His cultivation level is clearly below yours, but the power he displayed surpasses even yours. I suspect he's using some secret technique or specialized martial arts.""Hmph, it doesn't matter what he's practicing. Tonight, he won't escape the Stark family's grasp!" Easton sneered. "Spread the word—dispatch a squad to hunt him down! Killing the son of the Starks is an unforgivable crime, and we'll deliver justice!"Hearing this, Ellen let out a sigh of relief."Still
Meanwhile, Chase was glowing in gold light, looking like a God of War.He was dressed to hunt, and there was a cold look in his eye. He displayed no emotions, acting like all he had done was kill an ant.Chase pulled out his sword, where blood was dripping down the blade.He turned to leave and headed to look for the Webers. Now that he was done with the Starks, it was time to take care of the Webers.Chase thought about this as he walked there. The Starks were one of the most wealthy families in Capital City. It did not bother him to destroy the Starks, but he had to find a good reason to do so or it might make others suspicious."Forget about it. I'll destroy the Weber Secret Sect first before thinking about this."Not long after, Chase arrived at the door of the Weber Secret Sect. He pushed the door open and strode in.The guards of the Weber Secret Sect saw Chase barge in and shouted, "Who dares come into the Weber Secret Sect?!" Chase kept silent as he continued walking i
"Who exactly is that young man? Why haven't I heard of him? The Starks are finished for making such a powerful enemy."Chase was decisive and resolute. He was ruthless, which frightened many of the Starks' guards.He closed his eyes to rest. Thin, black smoke began wafting out of his body and it eventually covered everything around Chase. No one was able to get near him.This was a lonely mountain peak that was far away from the bustling city.After some time, a car came by and parked near the mountain."Bastard!"Someone roared in misery. Theo Stark jumped out of his car. He was furious and roared with great anger.He looked at the abandoned house in front of him. Sorrow, fear, and revenge consumed him. His roars echoed all around."Chase Collins! Where is my son, Tank?!"He ran toward the ruins crazily.Just as Theo was about to get inside, he suddenly sensed a great danger. The next thing he knew, the mountain began shaking. It felt like the sky was about to fall. Theo was
Something sped by in the air, and several powerful auras were coming in close."Who are you? How dare you slaughter the Starks?"The man in the lead grunted coldly. He had a spear in his hand and came speeding over in a flash to stab Chase in the back.Chase did not look back. He raised his left hand and flicked his finger. There was a loud bang, and the spear broke into pieces. Turning back, he waved his hand. The dagger shot out midair and stabbed right between the man's eyes."H-How is this possible…" The man's eyes widened as he looked at Chase in disbelief. His mouth moved as if trying to say something, but his body gradually turned cold and stiff. This happened in a flash.By the time the other powerful auras appeared, the man with the spear was dead."Who are you?!" The two men were shocked. They were looking at Chase in great astonishment."I should be the one asking who you are," Chase sneered, his eyes narrowing.The two old men stepped forward and said in a deep voic
Chase saw that the entire living room was covered in blood. The walls were filled with various frightening torture tools."Is this how the Starks treat their guests?" Chase's expression was cold. He said this slowly and carefully, making sure every word was heard.The Starks!They were crossing the line!"Who's there?!"An angry voice was heard from deep inside the house. It was followed by violent coughing.A young man with messy hair struggled to stand. He was covered in blood. An arm fell limply below his shoulders. The cut on it was clean, and it was a horrifying sight to see.His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Chase. "You worthless ant, you—pfft!"He only managed a few words before his throat caught something and he coughed up blood."Who are you? The Starks have never crossed paths with you. Why do you want me dead?!" He was a member of the Starks, and he questioned Chase with clenched teeth.A name immediately appeared in Chase's mind at the sight of this Stark fa
The elder was furious with what the Gold Devouring Voodoo Bug did."Damn it! You destroyed everything I had!"He was filled with anger. His eyes were red as he yelled hysterically. His voice was shrill, and it sounded like the shrill of a banshee."Did you think you were the only one who knew how to use voodoo?" Chase grunted coldly."Impossible! How could you know restricted mystical techniques?" The elder was in disbelief. Only a direct descendent of the clan was qualified to cultivate the Gold Devouring Voodoo Bug."Nothing is impossible in this world," Chase said with conviction.He flicked his fingers after that, and a green talisman appeared. It exploded with a loud bang and formed into a burning ball of flame.Two balls of flame came flying over and sat on each side of Chase's shoulder. The flames burned furiously as they formed into fire armor that covered him. His defense increased."You must die…"The elder laughed crazily.He waved his hand, and two wooden puppets
Chase's eyes narrowed as he observed the mountain of gold and jewels gleaming before him. They were treasures of immense value.He cast a cold glance at the glittering heap and shook his head. "These baubles are worth less than your pitiful insects. They don't even qualify to buy your life."Before his words faded, Chase extended his hand, unleashing a sharp burst of sword energy.The sword energy tore through the treasure, shattering the gold and jewels into dust, leaving not a single piece intact."I told you, you'll die a miserable death." The elder clenched his teeth while his fists trembled with rage.Suddenly, the space around them became distorted. A strange and eerie energy weaved itself into a cage that encased Chase."Devouring Spirit Ghost Domain!" the elder roared, his bloodshot eyes wide with madness. "You're doomed! I'll make you suffer every imaginable torment before you die!"Chase felt the oppressive atmosphere around him intensify, the air thick with the mournf
"You're doomed!" the elder spat venomously, his eyes ablaze with hatred.The Gold Devouring Voodoo Bugs were not so easily eradicated. Their corpses would transform into sustenance for dormant eggs within them, allowing the swarm to regrow stronger and more voracious than before. Eventually, they would consume their hosts' life essence entirely."I'll make sure you'll die without even leaving a corpse behind!" the elder bellowed, his voice tinged with madness.The desolate front yard crumbled under the destructive force of their battle, leaving not a single brick or stone intact.The elder's tattered robes fell apart, revealing a body covered in deep sword wounds. Blood gushed out from every gash. Yet he persisted, his resolve remaining unshaken. He believed Chase was merely a newly-ascended peak semi-saint, far from being a match for him."You won't win—not while I have the Gold Devouring Voodoo Bugs!" he roared, his bloodshot eyes burning with frenzy. "As long as they exist, I'l
A golden rune floated in Chase's palm, shimmering with radiant energy.The rune collided with the rusted blade, scattering dazzling sparks into the air."What?!" the elder exclaimed, his pupils constricting."Do you think a piece of worthless scrap metal can harm me? How laughable." Chase shook his head. He flicked his fingers, and the golden rune expanded to the size of a hand. In an instant, it transformed into a blazing flame that radiated intense heat. It spread in all directions."What kind of technique is this?"The elder's face twisted in fear. He leaped back, trying to escape, but the golden flames spread rapidly as they devoured everything in their path. Grass and leaves turned to ash in moments, and even the soil melted under its heat.When a single ember touched the elder's body, smoke began to rise from his flesh, causing him immense pain. The flames were not just hot—they burned through flesh and blood with ease."No! This fire is too dangerous. I can't let it touch
The elder was utterly astonished, unable to believe what he had witnessed.The Nine Dragons Shield was a forbidden technique that consumed immense amounts of vital energy to activate. Even martial arts saints who used it would suffer grave consequences, potentially causing their cultivation level to permanently regress."Who are you?" he demanded."Who I am doesn't matter," Chase replied, his tone calm yet piercing. "What matters is that I can kill you."Another bolt of lightning crashed down from the heavens.Chase stood still, unmoving, letting the lightning strike his body.Blood spattered as his clothes were shredded. His shoulders and back bore scorch marks from the impact. He smirked and said, "Not bad. This level of lightning barely affects me."As soon as he spoke, Chase launched a punch. The force of his strike condensed into a tangible blast. It was like a meteor crashing down, slamming into the elder's chest.A dull thud echoed as the elder's body convulsed violently