Apotheosis

"You don't believe me? When faced by demon soldiers, you have not dared to move. Tell me. Aren't you a good-for-nothing?" Zen sneered as he questioned Henry again.

Henry couldn't bear it anymore and yelled loudly, "I am not a good-for-nothing!"

Zen nodded and responded, "Since you say that you are not a good-for-nothing, prove it to me. Those demon soldiers are as mighty as people who have reached the nature level. They are even a little weaker than you. Fight and kill them. Even if you die in the battle, it would be better than submitting yourself to the demons without a fight."

In essence, human beings had infinite potential. Provoked by Zen, Henry bellowed and unsheathed his three-foot-long cyan-blade sword. His eyes turned red as he rushed toward the demon soldiers.

Now that Henry was on the verge of becoming an inner disciple, he stood out in terms of gift, talent, speed, and strength. In addition, he outperformed ordinary inner disciples. After Zen provoked him, Henry exhibited, harnessed, and exerted deadly strength.

Zen was stunned to see Henry stir up gusts of wind and thunder with his cyan-blade sword. He wielded his sword with the aggression of an angered God. At last, he sliced a demon to pieces.

After killing that demon, Henry stared at its remains. Henry's chest heaved, and his eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he had executed a demon.

Only after Henry had killed the demon was he relieved from his debilitating fear. Henry stood in a daze and grunted, "I've got it! I am no longer wreathed and badgered by the evil spirit. I have figured out why."

As he exclaimed, he switched his gaze to Zen.

By this time, Zen had been rushing toward another demon soldier. He spared Henry an apathetic glance before readying his broken flying knife for his next kill.

Zen had killed four demon soldiers.

Henry saw the power and ease with which Zen was killing the demons. He sighed at Zen's abilities and his speed. His envy for Zen had changed into admiration by now. Another sigh escaped Henry when he secretly acknowledged that he lagged behind Zen in terms of strengths. He knew that Zen should be ranked as the topmost outer disciple at Drizzle Peak instead of himself.

The fight was so fierce that Henry didn't have much time to get lost in his thoughts. Immed

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Cleve stared at his sword in dismay as it swayed to and fro. It had been dragged out of his hand by the demon general with such force that it had landed far from Cleve's reach. Before Cleve could think of a way to defend himself, the demon general extended another claw and aimed for Cleve's chest.

If he was unable to dodge in time, the claw would slice Cleve's belly open.

A malicious grin spread across the demon general's face as it prepared to kill Cleve. However, before its claw could slash Cleve's chest, the demon general roared in surprise and stepped back. He withdrew his claw like a streak of lightning. In the next moment, a broken flying knife sliced through the air between Cleve and the demon general.

The demon general's claw would have been chopped off by the broken flying knife had it not been withdrawn in time.

Cleve was stunned by his narrow escape. This demon general was not scared by his low-grade spiritual weapon, but why was it fearful of that broken flying knife? Cleve couldn't help but ponder upon this mystery. When Cleve turned to see where the knife had come from, he noticed that Zen was standing nearby. His arm was still extended as though he had just thrown the knife. Regret flashed in Zen's eyes.

"How cautious and agile it is. My flying knife even didn't hit him," sighed Zen as he straightened himself.

The demon general glared at Zen with its ugly and evil eyes. Fear was reflected in the demon general's eyes as it yelled in a shrill and horrible voice, "You...you are different."