Apotheosis

Yves stood stock-still in the smog when suddenly a peal of sharp laughter rang out of him. He sounded like a doxy. "Ah-hahah! Nobody has dared to speak to me in this manner since long ago. A young-ling just half-step into the nature level, saying this to me! Hilarious! If you don't tell me your name this instant, I will cut you a thousand times. I will carve out a thousand pieces of flesh from your body. Would you tell me then?"

The black fog rolled over Zen once again, and suddenly, he sensed a fierce killing aim at his back that would rush straight to his heart.

Zen's soul was exceptional. Some powerful men of the Illuminating Soul Realm could not be left standing as his opponent. Yves was just a nature creature. Zen discerned his opponent's position easily, perceiving from the killing aim that Yves was coming up with behind him.

Zen made a show of facing the front, as though confronting a formidable enemy there. He intentionally tried to trick Yves into thinking he had made a mistake as he prepared to strike his opponent once attacked from behind.

"Die!"

Zen felt the killing aim at his back grow even stronger. He figured that Yves was close at hand, so he waved the broken flying blade, showing Yves the back of his hand.

Poof!

Zen felt the blade hit someone and assumed its razor-sharp edge had stabbed Yves.

In an instant, another person materialized in front of Zen. It was Yves!

"Ah-haha!" Appearing out of nowhere, Yves lifted his snake-shaped dagger to cut at Zen's chest before retreating into the black fog. H

d found out in their own ways that Zen was only half a step into the nature level. He was not even worth mentioning in their eyes, so why would they send several others to take him on?

There was only one person here, Yves. So the two people who appeared on his left and right just now...

Comprehension dawned on him in a flash, as if he was struck by lightning.

"Don't brag," Zen sneered. "You really think you'll get the chance to cut me a thousand times?"

"Why won't I get the chance? You've already been cut by me twice... Only 998 slashes are left. I have plenty of time to play with you..." As Yves finished talking, the black fog rolled forward again. It appeared he would launch a third attack at Zen.

This time, Zen stood there blankly and waited for Yves to approach him.

Yves had a special plan of attack, and it always swung in his favor. This time, however, he had encountered Zen.

Zen's intuition sensed everything. He felt the same killing aim come from his left, front, as well as from the back.