All Chapters of My Seven Gorgeous Women: Chapter 1511 - Chapter 1520

The scene left the Secret Sect disciples horrified.Who could have imagined that Chase possessed such godlike power? Even the strongest among the Secret Sect could not withstand a single strike from him.What kind of monster was this man, and where did he come from?"Kill him!"Suddenly, a furious roar echoed. A crimson war spear pierced the sky, hurtling toward Chase with lightning speed, closing the distance in an instant."Another insect," Chase said coldly.He raised his hand as he caught the spear mid-flight. His fingers clenched tightly.A surge of overwhelming power poured out, and the spear shattered inch by inch, disintegrating into iron fragments before exploding into dust with a boom!A Secret Sect elder staggered backward, coughing up blood. His face was etched with terror as he stared at Chase, his pupils contracting violently.How could anyone be this strong? It was as if a god or demon had descended upon the earth."This is bad—he's far too powerful!""Retreat

"Me?"Chase gave a cold smile and suddenly pressed his hand onto Elias' shoulder. Instantly, a surge of domineering energy condensed like a towering mountain and crushed down violently.The sound of bones shattering filled the air as Elias' entire arm was pulverized. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, he let out a wretched scream."W-Who are you?!" Elias shouted through gritted teeth, trying desperately to endure the agony while channeling his energy to resist the oppressive force."I'm Chase Collins. Today, I'll cleanse this sect and extinguish it!" Chase replied with an icy and grim expression.He raised his other hand, his palm radiating light as strands of energy coalesced to form a thunderous sword form. Its sharp edge seemed capable of cutting through anything.With a sudden motion, Chase swung the sword.The blade descended like a streak of lightning, moving so fast it resembled a meteor streaking across the sky. In an instant, it sliced through Elias' throat."I won'

Chase glanced at him coldly, then casually struck out with a palm. A purple dragon shadow materialized, transforming into a ferocious dragon-headed handprint that obliterated the man on the spot, leaving nothing behind.Gasps of horror rippled through the crowd.The sheer power of the technique was terrifying, like something out of a nightmare. The remaining onlookers trembled uncontrollably, their hair standing on end.This was supposed to be the Secret Sect's strongest defense, yet it had been destroyed effortlessly. At that moment, they fully understood what kind of monstrous enemy they had provoked."My friend, perhaps we can talk this through," came an aged voice that was calm yet deliberate.An elderly woman emerged from the depths of the Secret Sect. Her hair was white, her frame hunched, and she leaned on a cane, appearing frail and close to the end of her days.Despite her unassuming appearance, her slightly clouded eyes radiated wisdom, as though she could see through t

"Additionally, this Secret Sect Library contains numerous precious texts, including manuals on artifact refinement, alchemy, swordsmanship, and even divine martial arts techniques," the old woman explained slowly. "These are the very foundations that sustain a martial sect's existence."'So, that's it! No wonder the people of the Secret Sect are so eager to target me!' Chase realized.Martial techniques, divine abilities, cultivation methods, treasures—Secret Sect disciples who lacked talent could only choose techniques suited to their abilities, limiting their progress to higher levels of cultivation.Only through great fortune or direct inheritance could one hope to obtain advanced techniques and divine abilities. The Secret Sect was structured around this principle, fully aware of the limitations of their methods."You Secret Sect people are far too greedy, daring to set your sights on me!" Chase's anger surged.The sheer value of these cultivation texts was unimaginable. A sin

Suddenly, the void rippled as if disturbed by waves. Two large doors materialized and slowly opened. A hunched old man in gray robes stepped out from within, leaning on a cane. His presence exuded an air of ancient decay and twilight.Chase's gaze sharpened as he observed the elder."A stage-nine martial monarch," Chase murmured, his tone laced with surprise.The elder's appearance puzzled Chase. He had no recollection of this figure, only a faint impression of his withered and sunken face."Youth is a precious gift. To reach the early martial monarch stage at such a young age is extraordinary. If you're willing, join me, and I'll accept you as my disciple," the elder said as his gentle eyes rested on Chase.The elder's voice was calm and reassuring, as though he had long been acquainted with Chase."Apologies, but I'm not interested in joining any sect or faction," Chase replied flatly.Martial deity-level opponents did not concern him; he could fight them head-on. However, m