Apotheosis

The Oneness Sky Palace was unique among the forces. It was different from groups such as the Nine Li race and the Bearing race.

The Nine Li race and the Bearing race were comprised of people descended from the same bloodlines, sharing a common genetic ancestry.

In contrast, the Oneness Sky Palace included people that came from different backgrounds. At any given moment, the Oneness Sky Palace had a mixed group of members from all around the world.

Thus the Oneness Mountain, the Origin Mountain, and the Vastness Mountain each had their own elite and diverse forces.

The Vastness Mountain had secretly established its own intelligence agency. The covert organization was notorious among the few who had heard of it for its cruel rules and rigid practices.

As a member of the Vastness Mountain's intelligence agency, Lazlo was always dealing with various problems. Just now, he was intensely worried about the consequences of Marco's death.

Lazlo feared that he was about to face one of the most cruel punishments in the history of the intelligence agency. He had once seen a fellow agent receive an extreme penalty, and even now the image of his colleague's punishment lingered in his consciousness, haunting his thoughts.

He couldn't stop thinking about it.

If Marco was dead, Lazlo knew he would be taken to the agency's infamous penalty room.

He could just imagine what would be waiting for him there. He envisioned a teeming, countless horde of purple-brown soul-devouring bugs swarming towards him in every direction, until he was surrounded.

Lazlo was overcome with terror.

Meanwhile, Zen's mind was flooded with a rush of ideas, coming to him one after another.

These three warriors all had a much stronger aura than Marco. They might be strong martial artists who had surpassed the Lust World.

Zen realized that he had no chance of winning a head-to-head battle.

Therefore, he had to launch a sneak attack. He had to take him by surprise. Without further ado, Zen immediately summoned the demonic eye.

There was a wave of energy as Zen waved his arm.

He had released a messy, powerful truth aura that rushed headlong towards Lazlo.

The Sword Texture Technique was lethal, but it was a bit troublesome to use compared to other theurgies, because the user had to envelop the target completely within their truth aura.

But no opponent would be foolish enough to stand passively within an aura without trying to escape.

Fortunately, Zen's demonic eye could serve as a temporary distraction, capturing the attention of his opponent.

Once Lazlo was entirely cocooned within the truth aura, Zen leaned forward, searching for an opportunity. But as he looked at Lazlo, Zen's expression changed.

"Is his body flawless?"

Zen murmured to himself, frowning. In his field of vision, Lazlo's body was smooth and unlined, an integral whole. How was this possible?

Zen had repeatedly tested the Sword Texture Technique, so he knew that nothing was fully perfect. Everything had at least a couple of flaws, no matter how minor.

But there was no time to dw

In the span of just a few months, Zen had somehow gained the power and ability to defeat a person who was on the verge of entering the Chaotic Source Realm.

Cailen kept in close touch with many contacts at the Oneness Sky Palace, so he was familiar with stories of the outstanding talents there. Yet he had never heard of a warrior who had reached such heights as Zen.

"Father, did you know about this? My Flag Master is so powerful! He has not stayed long at the mountain, but he has already made great progress!" Gant whispered excitedly. All around, people were recovering from their initial astonishment, and beginning to murmur and whisper to each other.

Cailen said nothing. He was frowning, unable to conceal his worries.

He had allowed Gant to follow Zen because he thought highly of him. If Zen continued to succeed, Gant would also reap the benefits.

He realized now that Zen's talent was far beyond his greatest expectations. Warriors like Zen attracted enemies and rivals. Moreover, Zen had already offended the Xu Clan on the Vastness Mountain.

However, Cailen decided not to share his concerns with his son. After all, Zen had been a helpful ally to his own clan. He just hoped his son wouldn't be endangered by his continued association with a warrior as powerful as Zen.

"Lazlo!"

"Oh no!"

When Lazlo, Grayson, and Drystan had rushed out, Lazlo had confronted Zen while Grayson and Drystan rushed to check on Marco.

It turned out that Marco had survived Zen's sword strike. Somehow, despite his severe injuries, he was still breathing. He was saved by the Latent Theurgy.

But before they could even give voice to their relief, Grayson and Drystan had turned to see Lazlo being killed by Zen. As they watched, Lazlo lost his head, and his body fell into the Clear Lake. A spreading pool of crimson blood marked the spot where Lazlo had fallen.

They instantly forgot about their relief at Marco's survival. Instead, a sudden and fierce rage rose inside them. They focused on Zen, Lazlo's killer, their faces flushed with anger.