The Adventures Of The Young Master

The smoke was thick enough to cover the entire vision of the sky. It was pitch-black smoke with heavy fluctuations happening around.

Everyone held their breath as they watch the battlefield.

Who won that bout? Judging by the massive force of power that could eradicate the entire world, they knew that it was the systems of their strongest tier.

These two were top beings of their league. Thus, if the two of them fought in actuality in a mortal world, they would surely annihilate every living beings all around the planet.

The teachers and the headmaster from the academy were clenching their wrists. They tried to peek into the smoke but it wasn't effective. All they could do was hope that the victor would be their ancestor.

Because if not, their academy was truly done for. After all, who's going to save them? Fortunately, the good news was it looked like the students had been completely evacuated into a safe zone. With this, even with the worst case scenario, the headmaster could fight in peace. The same went to the teachers of the academy.

After a few minutes, the thick smoke started to dissipate. Everyone focused their eyes in this. They wanted to know what happened there.

"Cough! Cough!" Next, everyone saw the ancestor coughing up blood for a couple of times. Her face was white and pale, as if she was losing blood in a fast pace.

Blame, the old man, was standing there with his eyes fixated on the ancestor.

"Ancestor!" This scene made the hearts of those in the academy sank. All their hope was lost and now, the entire fate of their academy would be on the palm of an evil person.

"You lost, Fellow Daoist." Blame smiled and said with a soft tone, "I'll give you another chance because I don't want to kill a being of your level, give the item to me and we're good."

He paused for a moment and added, "This is the final warning. The last concession I will make to express my acknowledgement to your strength."

It was his actual feelings. Blame knew that the two needed many capable people to defend a calamity that had been predicted for millions of years now. Thus, killing a person of this level would be a huge loss to the God's Realm.

If he could help it, he wanted to avoid it.

"A person who cultivated the evil dao has no right to say this to me." The ancestor said as she caught her breath, "We are different."

"Good or evil, it has nothing to do with the right you are talking about. The bigger fist says it all. The winner is the king while the loser is the thief." Blame retorted, "So tell me, what right do you have to say that?"

"..." The ancestor couldn't help but grit her teeth. Indeed, the old man was right. This was a cruel world with the strong could stand at the peak while the weak could only wait to be preyed.

"Then kill me." The ancestor opened her mouth and said with such braveness, "You can kill me, but you can't take the item."

She promised to Chaos Origin to take care of that item. She couldn't just let others take it to satisfy their own greed.

"I can kill you, and at the same time, we can also take the item. I dare you to believe me." Blame laughed, "We have a lot of resources. We can turn this academy upside and down to find the item. That might take time, but we will surely find the item in your vast land."

The ancestor knew that the old man was telling the truth. The Black Cloud had always been successful when they raid a place. So, they had a lot of experiences to speak of. Not to mention, the abundant amount of resources they accumulated over the years.

"Laughable." The ancestor laughed in a mocking tone, "You can use a lot of resources but I will use every ounce of my remaining life to keep it from your hands!"

"Boom!" Then, the academy shook violently and a pillar of dark light shot up towards the sky. It pierced through it and lightning coiled around.

Next, a figure flashed towards Blame in a terrifying speed which caught the old man off guard!

"Boom!" Blame was thrown away madly and created large cracks on the ground.

Everyone looked at this figure who just took down the old man in a single move. He was wearing a dark robe distinguishable by the academy. His face was very handsome and his eyes were chaos-black. Though he appeared like only a soul, the power during his peak was there, astonishingly powerful and more terrifying than the old man!

"Our founder!" The academy's people recognize this face very well and shouted while kneeling down in joy. His face was immortalized in all places of the academy so that everyone would be aware of the appearance of their progenitor.

He was one of the strongest progenitors of all ages.

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"It's a mistake that you antagonized my academy, old man." Chaos Origin's deep voice reverberated.

Everyone watched this scene with bated breath, not daring to give a sound and breath loudly!

"I didn't expect that you left a strand of your will here in the academy. That's surprising." Blame got back up and looked at Chaos Origin, "After all, I thought you have already cut your connections with the academy."

"..." Chaos Origin didn't comment about this and resumed staring at Blame.

"However," Blame paused and added, "You are just a strand of your power. If you are here in actuality, we will really not dare to attack. However, you are nothing but a piece of a will of the original. Nothing worthy to mention."

Hearing this, everyone didn't know what to say. They didn't know if Blame was bluffing or what. Though the strand of a will was not as strong as the original, it still contained the dao and strength of the owner.

How confident, or how powerful was he, to say this?