Apotheosis

Fergus swung his gaze to Galen, eyes narrowed as he asked, "Do you know this brat?"

"Of course I do!" Galen said, his eyes becoming hard and cold. "He's a new Flag Master. He had yet to even reach the Other Shore Realm when he passed the Sword Wall. He slaughtered my family under the Sword Wall." His voice had become a low growl.

"Truly?"

Fergus wasn't sure if he felt the urge to laugh or cry at the news that Zen was just a mere Flag Master. "Usually, in cases such as this, a nobody like him would already be dead. Why then is he still living?"

"Master Fergus, you don't understand. I have tried to find the perfect opportunity to kill him, but that day he was accompanied by a woman. Where she comes from or who she is, I don't know, but she seems to have some special background. The owner of the Truth Library even assisted her. On top of that, I was warned by the Dragon City's lead guard," Galen groused, a scowl firmly in place.

After that particular incident, he had decided not to take any action against Zen.

He didn't fear Zen, not at all, but he was wary of that woman. He knew better than to offend her in any way and risk her rage.

"And what is so special about this woman?" Fergus questioned with a single brow raised.

Galen felt his heart stutter in his chest, and he just barely refrained from rubbing it to help alleviate the discomfort.

He might be afraid of the woman, but Fergus was different.

The man had lived in the Dragon City for many years, and had refused the entrance test of Oneness Guards each time. He'd only been here to handle the Sword-reading Liquid business for someone in the Oneness Sky Palace.

It was common knowledge of how powerful one had to be to craft the Sword-reading Liquid.

No matter how powerful an Alliance Chief believed themselves to be, they wouldn't dare to speak or act arrogantly in front of Fergus. Everyone within the Dragon City walked on eggshells around the man.

Zen would not stand a chance against Fergus, Galen was sure.

Galen spoke once more to Fergus. "No matter the woman's identity and what she can do, she cannot compare to you, Master Fergus. This one called Zen is particularly hateful."

Fergus glanced at Galen and said indifferently, "Do not try to woo your way into me dealing with the little cretin!"

All the Alliance Chiefs were cunning and quick witted. It was easy for them to see the hidden intent behind Galen's words. He wished to kill Zen with a borrowed blade.

Galen huffed a laugh. "I apologize, Master Fergus. It's just that I want this brat killed, but I am unable to do so." The others were surprised at his honesty.

Fergus showed no reaction to the statement. "I'm in a terrible mood today, Ioan. Let us call it a day." He turned to walk away, but cast a q

ut, horrified at the scene before them.

As a Grand Flag Master, she was not weak. Monica proved her strength by struggling to her feet, panting through the pain.

"How are you still alive?" Fergus was shocked that this woman could withstand his attack. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist, and swung towards her.

The invisible force came barreling towards her again, and she knew her body might get pulverized into dust this time.

Before the attack made contact with her, a figure stepped up to her side.

There was a muffled clang that rang throughout the sky. It seemed as if Fergus' attack had struck a steel wall.

Zen couldn't help the slight smirk that shook the corner of his lips. It was easy to block the attack.

Galen cursed silently in his head before pointing out to Fergus that the man was in fact Zen.

Fergus sized up his opponent, a moment of surprise flickering in his eyes. "You are Zen? Tell me, where did you get the Sword-reading Liquid?"

Fergus wasn't just here to kill Zen. He needed to know the origin of the Sword-reading Liquid they had.

He had helped someone sell the Sword-reading Liquid. One would assume he was quite rich, but the fact of the matter was, ninety-nine percent of his income had fallen into that person's pocket. If there was a cheaper way to obtain Sword-reading Liquid, he wanted to know.

Zen ignored the question for now, bending closer to Monica to make sure she was okay. The blow had not been too powerful, but still caused a lot of damage. Her bones were broken and her elixir field was messed up. He was just glad she had survived.

He gently put a pill into her mouth before turning to Fergus with a cold glare. "You want to know where I got the Sword-reading Liquid?" he scoffed. "If you roll along the ground and make it to the entrance of the Dragon City, I'll tell you."