Apotheosis

The Warrior of the Stone Hill was ten times bigger than an ordinary person, which was why it had such a large palm.

The huge palm pressed down, distinctly contrasting with Zen's black fist.

Zen gave his all to extract his strength to the fullest.

He channeled most of the Shade Stone liquid into his right arm, leaving only a small part to converge in his spine.

He was afraid that his spine wouldn't be able to bear such a strong impact and crash.

Flamine's eyes were sparkling with a golden brilliance, the radiance of the divine flames of the Sun Crow race.

Logic dictated that she should stop the fight right this moment.

She rarely left the Phoenix Palace and she didn't know Zen, but her keen eyes allowed her to minutely observe Zen's potential.

She assumed that such talent might be greatly valued in the Flow Sword Sect.

If he died in the Phoenix Palace, the Phoenix Palace could never explain themselves to the Flow Sword Sect.

But as she looked at Zen's powerful momentum, Flamine had a premonition that Zen would probably not be defeated by this blow.

The premonition got the better of her and as a result, she did nothing to stop the fight.

Bam!

The entirety of the Heavenly Cultivation Palace shook violently as the palm met Zen's fist.

Even the concubines, who were always in the depths of the Phoenix Palace, felt the tremor.

A crackling sound ripped through the air.

The Warrior of the Stone Hill retracted its right hand, a crack spreading along it all the way to its shoulder.

"Ah?"

Elvinia looked at her Other Shore Token in disbelief.

It was unbelievable that the right hand of the Warrior of the Stone Hill had cracked!

There were many kinds of Other Shore Tokens with different abilities on the Other Shore. The Warrior of the Stone Hill was ranked among the top five Other Shore Tokens of the descending type in the Lust World.

Its strength and defensive power were considered the best in the Lust World. Elvinia had the ability to fight against the masters at the Chaotic Source Realm with the help of this Other Shore Token.

And now, Zen had broken its arm with just one punch!

The direct descendants of the Phoenix Palace looked on in shock at the po

aw of the flame textures and Elvinia's flaw overlapped.

Elvinia was sure to die if he were to attack that spot.

"Go to hell!"

As Zen brought his sword down, a flash of fear entered Elvinia's heart.

She had assumed that under the protection of the flame textures, Zen would not be able to kill her. But she now had a premonition that this sword strike was going to shatter her into pieces.

Red light flashed in Zen's eyes, magnifying the fear within her.

She saw a faint illusion in which her body shattered to the ground like porcelain. Now that her emotions were all over the face, the apathetic defense that she had put up, collapsed.

"Ah! Please don't kill me!"

Elvinia cried, her body straightening up and her hands curling reflexively. Her tears evaporated into steam the moment they formed, thanks to the golden flames.

She had never been so afraid of death in her life.

"No, please!"

Flamine was horrified at what was transpiring before her.

The Snow Sword stopped abruptly, humming in midair, the tip pointing at Elvinia's chest.

"Release them, and I will not kill you," Zen said.

Killing Elvinia would be his last resort now.

But this evil woman was stubborn. She'd never make a concession unless her life was threatened.

"Please don't kill me! Please!"

Elvinia seemed not to hear Zen as she continued to beg.

Zen had already withdrawn the demonic eye but she was still seized with fear, unable to emerge from the panic it caused.