Apotheosis

The wide, white ship blended in with the clouds, flying up steadily before dashing towards the north.

Back then, Athemar had eyed Seven-Star Province as an appropriate site to hold the Lofty Sword, for the purpose of building a direct path from the south to the north. Of course, Ingram would now choose to head north.

Some disciples in the ship were in anguish, knees dropped to the floor.

Although Sword Light Palace wasn't known to be a great force in the human race, the Seven-Star City was their home.

Leaving their family burning was nothing but pure horror, and yet escaping was the only choice they had.

Faegan sat still in a corner, a dull look in his eyes. Nobody could read his expression.

Suddenly, a figure darted across the room and grabbed him by the neck. Faegan's back slammed against the ship, a loud clunk ringing in everyone's ears.

Elgin tightened his grip around Faegan's throat. His voice, laced with ferocity, echoed across the room. "It's all your father's fault! He did all of this to us!"

"That's right!"

"What Reynald Qiu did is unforgivable!"

"Let's kill his son!"

The disciples of the Yuebai Clan and the Qiu Clan were indignant. Grief filled their hearts with nothing but retaliation. And who was more fitting on the receiving end than Faegan, the perpetrator's son?

The whole atmosphere turned tense. For a moment, it really seemed that they intended to kill him.

Just then, Elgin felt a fist strike hard against his chest. The force was enough to briefly halt his breathing.

The punch sent Elgin flying across the length of the ship. He could do nothing as he collided against the reinforced wall, creating an even louder, resounding thud.

As he held the baby in one hand, Zen looked indifferently at Elgin, who grasped his stomach in extreme pain. In a low voice, Zen addressed the room. "I don't know this feud within the Sword Light Palace, but Faegan is not at fault here. If anything, he is also a victim."

Faegan resigned to the floor, making no effort to compose himself. "If my death means the safety of the Sword Light Palace, then by all means, please kill me," he said, voice trembling.

As he heard Faegan's defeated voice, Zen felt immense sadness.

The prosperous Sword Light Palace was eradicated overnight. A place that had been a peaceful, stable home for many was no more—even the disciples had to flee.

The human race was truly too weak.

At the ship's bow were Ingram and Laura. They both sighed and shook their heads as

d the strength to contend against Other Shore Realm warriors.

At that moment, Zen sensed a trace of space fluctuation from above.

He looked around and spotted Kenelm flying near him. Eyebrows raised, Zen shouted at him, "Kenelm, catch!"

He threw the baby in his arms to Kenem, and then a long sword materialized in his hand.

Not far away, a slender arm stretched out from the space wave and tried to grab Beldene.

Zen, who had been falling rapidly, caught sight of the trouble. He stomped lightly, and all of a sudden, he halted mid-air. Ways-blending Energy simultaneously began to burst out of him.

"The Ways-blending Strike!"

Swish!

A gleam of sword radiance shot out.

Crack!

The sword radiance cut off the arm cleanly, as if it could have just easily split heaven and earth.

The Black Armor man came out of space screaming. He had never thought that these disciples could hurt him, much less cut off one of his arms. He shrieked, "Brat! You're wishing for death!"

Zen did not stop after striking. He activated Grand Teleportation, then went into the jungle below.

They were not in the divine land. With his current strength, it would be difficult to battle against powerful warriors at the Other Shore Realm.

However, he had another advantage he could rely on: the Imperial Sword Seal, courtesy of Athemar.

Athemar had told him that the power of the Imperial Sword Seal depended on the sword's grade. As such, Zen wondered how powerful it would be if activated by the Soaring Snake Sword.

However, the Soaring Snake Sword was too valuable to unveil in front of others. It was thus a last resort, saved for the most desperate moment.