Apotheosis

Kate seemed unfazed by Milo's willfulness. She even smiled at him. "Zen is right next door. If you want to know, you can ask him yourself."

There were only a few independent houses in the Flow Sword Sect, and all of them were located in the same area. Milo's house was only a few steps away from Zen's.

Milo hesitated, and then made up his mind. "All right. I'll go and visit Zen."

The Truth of Eternal Sword Intent was essentially the soul of any swordsman—it was crucial to release and maximize one's power. The subsequent chapter was even more important. Milo was thus desperate to learn and master it.

"What? I was only kidding.

You're not exactly on good terms since you threatened him before.

What if he does not welcome you? What if he drives you away?

Not to mention, these rumors are just speculation. The fact might be that he and Elvinia used another method to drive the giant stones,"

Kate said quickly. But she was talking to his back. Milo was already walking towards the door of his house, intending to pay a visit to Zen.

Since the Seven Mountains Meeting, Zen had felt that his life had become less peaceful, more bothersome and chaotic.

The elders of the Flow Sword Sect had showered him with rewards. Moreover, Konnor and Mekhi invited him to come over almost every day. Zen found their persistence annoying.

But he had kept refusing, and finally, the invitations stopped. After two days of blessed peace and quiet, however, there was a commotion in Zen's courtyard. He rushed out to see what was going on. A huge hammer was smashed onto the ground in the middle of the yard.

"Master Hai! How did you find the hammer so quickly? You must have spent a fortune on this. Don't worry, I will pay you back," Zen assured him, his eyes widening at the sight of the enormous hammer, its head embedded in the ground.

It had been a long time since the hammer last appeared in the world. Zen knew it must have required plenty of efforts and resources for Master Hai to find the hammer, especially since he only had the clue in his memory.

"I don't need divine crystals. The one hundred and fifty words will do," Master Hai replied with a smile.

Zen shook his head, grinning back at Master Hai. He was such a big shot. Zen couldn't figure him out. Still, if Master Hai said he didn't care about divine crystals, then Zen would take him at his word. Zen immediately went to fetch a piece of rice paper, which he handed to Master Hai.

He and Master Hai thanked each other, then the latter took his leave. As soon as Master Hai had gone, Zen went to the hammer, examining it closely. He picked it up, pleased with its hefty weight, and returned inside the room.

He placed the hammer down beside the Shade Phoenix Sword.

Although the two weapons looked nothing alike, they had at least two similarities. Both were completely dark in color. And both were made o

. It was Milo.

Marco's face changed. "Milo, walk away now. This has nothing to do with you," he said coldly.

"Zen and I are both disciples of the Flow Sword Sect. We share with each other any honor or disgrace that befalls the sect. How can you say that this is none of my business? If you want the honor of fighting Zen, you must win against me first," Milo said calmly.

He lightly pinched his fingers in the air. A lovely butterfly, glimmering with its own gentle light, appeared in the air behind his head.

The moment he saw the butterfly, Marco's pupils dilated, and he took an involuntary step backwards. He recognized the tiny, beautiful creature as a fearsome and deadly threat.

Marco wore the expression of someone who had a sword pressed to his neck, not knowing if his attacker would slice his throat or pull away.

"Leave now. I don't want to see you again in the Flow Sword Sect," Milo told him. He wore a look of utmost contempt. He did not respect Marco at all, regardless of his status as the son of the head of the Vastness Mountain.

"What? You would dare to kill me?"

Marco spluttered. Thinking of the strange killing methods of the Flow Sword Sect disciples, he broke out in a cold sweat. But he held his ground and shook his head at Milo. Marco would not leave. He still had his position as the son of the Vastness Mountain's head to protect him—or so he thought.

There was a glint of light as a weapon swung rapidly towards Marco.

Marco's mouth fell open as blood spurted out from a wound in his chest.

Milo had stabbed him through the heart without a moment's hesitation.

"Young Master Marco!"

"Young Master Marco!"

"Stop the bleeding first!"

The bodyguards, a second too late, swarmed around Marco and tried to staunch the blood flowing from his chest. They were absolutely stunned. Like their young master, they had believed that Milo wouldn't dare to actually kill Marco.