Apotheosis

Zen's words stunned everyone in the audience.

When they heard Fergus ask Zen where he had gotten the Sword-reading Liquid, they thought that Fergus might let Zen go after knowing the answer.

After all, it was not easy to get the Sword-reading Liquid. They guessed that maybe Zen was selling the Sword-reading Liquid for some big shot who had the perfect compatibility degree.

If Fergus didn't want to offend the big shot behind Zen, he might not do anything to him and might even spare his life. That way, Zen would be truly lucky!

But in reality, Zen was so bloody arrogant to the extent that he even tried to provoke Fergus.

'Zen is digging his grave.'

'There's no way Fergus would let him go.'

'There would have been a small chance Fergus would have let him live, had he knelt down and begged for mercy at the beginning. But now there is no hope at all. What could we say! Zen's arrogance will lead to his death.'

These were some of the thoughts of the people there, but they could never say them out loud given that there was a group of Alliance Chiefs floating in the air above them.

All of a sudden, a gust of chilling air spread out slowly.

Fergus' slightly obese face turned as pale as a ghost. He used to be a short-tempered man, but the years he spent in the Dragon City had changed him a lot. He was so changed that he thought he was now an even-tempered man. However, he just realized that he was even-tempered because no one dared to anger him.

A cold aura spread out, and even the several Alliance Chiefs retreated. They knew that Fergus was already furious, and they didn't want any part in this.

"What did you say?" Fergus asked and suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Are you deaf or what? Anyways, I repeat. If you roll along the ground and make it to the entrance of the Dragon City, I'll tell you. If you refuse, I will take that as a sign of not being sincere enough, so I'm not going to tell you," Zen said indifferently.

"Hahaha..." Fergus broke out into an angry laugh. "There are many ways to seek death, but I've never met someone seeking death like you are doing!"

"My pleasure. And I've never met a guy as arrogant as you," Zen said, shrugging his shoulders.

At this moment, Galen approached Fergus and said, "Alliance Chief Fergus, I know this guy has a bitter tongue. Don't bother yourself talking to him anymore, and let me handle him."

"Fuck off!"

With a loud smack, Fergus sent Galen flying backwards. Galen dropped to the ground heavily and landed into a Flag Master's territory.

After sending Galen away, Fergus couldn't compose his anger any longer. He moved towards Zen like a lion heading to its prey.

'So he is using the Might Godly Way, ' Zen thought.

His eyes

expression, their hearts skipped a beat.

The whole thing was awkwardly weird.

Zen had just reached the first stage of the Other Shore Realm, and yet he had the force of twenty divine megatons. He had infinite potential. According to the rules of the Dragon City, he should have been sent to the Oneness Sky Palace already.

In retrospect, it became obvious that Zen was sure to win against Fergus, or else he wouldn't have acted so calm all this time.

Walter and the other Alliance Chiefs exchanged looks and wanted to give Fergus a heads-up.

From the looks of it, Zen had obviously provoked Fergus on purpose just now, which meant that he probably had some other purpose. But Fergus was so angry at this moment that he wouldn't have listened to them.

"How arrogant you are! I just underestimated you,"

Fergus said. He was a proud man who had just been beaten by a mere Flag Master. This was sheer humiliation that he had to make up for.

As he shouted, he stood up from the ground and stretched out his hands; a large white sword with broad blade appeared in front of him, out of the blue.

"Wild Snow Sword!"

As Gant saw the sword, his heart skipped a beat.

This sword was also a premium Profound Blood Treasure. This sword and the Snow Sword that Zen had bought were forged by the person Gant knew. He had no idea that the sword was bought by Fergus.

After thinking for a while, he found that it made sense. The sword price was about nine million divine crystals. Not every Alliance Chief could afford to buy such an expensive sword, and since Fergus was probably one of the richest Alliance Chiefs, this was a no-brainer.

"So you are finally going to take this fight seriously, huh?"

Zen taunted. When he sensed the constantly increasing aura from Fergus, his face revealed a trace of satisfaction.