Apotheosis

Zen was a disciple of the Flow Sword Sect. Konnor and the other Flow Sword Sect disciples had invited him to attend the Seven Mountains Meeting.

Eventually, Konnor bit the bullet and said, "Young Master Marco, Zen is an elite disciple of the Flow Sword Sect. He is here to take part in the Seven Mountains Meeting. You have no right to chase him out like this."

"Cut the crap!"

Marco did not care to hear any of Konnor's words; he had no time for them.

He would not only chase Zen out, but also find a chance to beat him up.

It might have seemed a rash decision, but Marco was a smart and calculated man.

Dorothy was destined to find a husband, and although the Oneness Sky Palace was large and filled with talented disciples, all those worthy of pursuing her were all gathered here.

Marco was determined to stake his claim today. He would have it known that anyone who dared to woo Dorothy would be crossing not only him but the Vastness Mountain too.

And when his father put pressure on the Origin Mountain again, they would have no choice but to let Dorothy marry him.

"If you had just left yourself, you would not lose face. But since you refused, do not blame me for what happens next."

The aura gathered within his body suddenly burst forth. His arms reached out with his hands closing in fast on either side of Zen.

His Soul of Light had reached Stage Thirteen of the Lust World. He had also absorbed a powerful Other Shore Token. The force his hands unleashed reached two hundred divine megatons.

Marco intended to crush Zen's arms and toss him down the mountain. The building might not have been on the edge of the mountain, but it wouldn't be difficult for Marco to throw him many miles away.

"Marco is going to throw that man out!"

"That guy is probably going to die."

"He is only in the fourth stage of the Other Shore Realm and not even close to Marco's level. Why is he being so stubborn? He should have just admitted his mistake and left peacefully. How stupid is he?"

"Zen, be careful! Jermain, help him!" Dorothy yelled, distress in her tone.

As the second largest mountain of the Oneness Sky Palace, the Origin Mountain naturally had many outstanding disciples. Dorothy had called for Jermain Song's help. He too w

ne. I will deal with him on my own. You need not confront him."

With that, he walked past Konnor and Jermain Song and stood in the open space in the hall.

"Zen..."

Dorothy's eyes were slightly red. She saw Zen as too confident in himself. Marco was a direct descendant of the Vastness Mountain's head, and his talent and strength were both incredibly formidable. He was a tough opponent that could not be underestimated.

But Zen was confident and felt he did not need any protection. Dorothy didn't dare to force him. She knew there was no changing his mind now.

Many people shook their heads when they saw that Zen intended to face Marco alone.

"Marco was careless; that's the only reason he was caught off guard and thrown out."

"Does this bloke really think he has the ability to stand up to Marco?"

"If Marco takes this seriously, this guy will pay with his life."

Before long, a horrifying aura emerged from outside the building.

Marco appeared at the gate. He was covered in dust and rubble, looking a real mess. But the expression in his eyes was sharp and murderous and filled with fury.

He was thrown out by a nobody in public.

As the son of the leader of the Vastness Mountain, he was humiliated. This could not stand.

Swoosh!

With a crisp sound, Marco drew his sword.

The green sword shone coldly. Three dots of light began floating out of his head like ghosts. They circled gently several times, like little butterflies, before landing and merging into his sword.