King's Awakening-Chapter 769 - : Saint Luo Tian

Chapter 769: Chapter 769: Saint Luo Tian

“Saint, Luo Tian!”

White Mitchell roused himself from contemplating Saint Luo Tian’s life, gradually showing some emotions in his eyes.

However, White Mitchell quickly regained his focus and continued to contemplate the next part of Saint’s life.

On a sunny morning, White Mitchell, a country boy, entered a prestigious sect to study Martial Dao. The reality was not as he had hoped for, and he had to endure the difficult life of a menial disciple on his own.

Every dawn, other students would ridicule and mock White Mitchell, labeling him as a peasant unfit for the prestigious sect. Mitchell would quietly bear these insults, attempting to prove his worth through his martial arts progression.

However, his peers would not let him progress smoothly. Every time Mitchell performed exceptionally during the martial arts advancement trials, they found excuses to tarnish his reputation. They spread rumors, accusing him of using evil forces or obtaining fake cultivation methods.

In spite of these unfair treatments, White Mitchell managed to keep his anger inside. He understood that retaliation was not a solution. Only through true power could he change his circumstances.

Despite the frustrating tasks assigned by the sect, White Mitchell didn’t give up. He shouldered the courtyard cleaning duties every day, reassuring himself that it was just a temporary test.

The constant pressure and unfair treatment were slowly crushing his morale. During a power comparison exercise, he was humiliated and assaulted by fellow disciples. His body was bruised, and no one stood up to defend him. It was then that his determination began to waver.

By a stroke of luck, White Mitchell stumbled upon a mysterious cultivation manual. He painstakingly deciphered its content and decided to work hard from then on to alter his fate.

“The Heaven and Earth Boundless Method” was the title of the manual—a core cultivation method of ancient sects reputed to skyrocket the practitioner’s power level to a realm unmatched by heaven and earth.

White Mitchell immersed himself in the cultivation method outlined in the manual, determined to enhance his power to a new height as swiftly as possible. Each night, he shut himself away to meditate and float on the mystical power concealed within the manual.

Day by day, White Mitchell’s power broke its previous limits. His physique became stronger, and his spirits grew vigourous. He started to integrate the essence of various sect techniques based on the manual, creating his unique way of cultivation.

Soon, White Mitchell’s power surpassed all fellow disciples, no longer the weak man that everyone bullied. Seeing his power, other students recoiled in shock and awe. Mitchell no longer needed to justify himself, he stood on his strength, confidently leading each day.

However, everything did not go as smoothly as he hoped. The sect’s leaders were anxious and afraid of White Mitchell’s sudden surge of power. They knew his strength, ever-increasing, could pose a threat to their authority. Hence, they conspired to take down White Mitchell together.

Unaware of the conspiracy, White Mitchell continued to focus on his cultivation, putting all efforts into improving his abilities. Then, during a nightly meditation session, an unexpected sword aura suddenly attacked. He turned around to dodge it in haste but found himself surrounded by an expert from the sect.

This expert was one of the people sent by the leaders to deal with Mitchell, to eliminate him as a threat. Mitchell did his best to fight back fiercely. He skillfully used the cultivation methods and techniques he created. He didn’t show any fear despite facing a formidable opponent, gradually gaining the upper hand.

Just when White Mitchell thought he was about to win, another expert from the upper echelon suddenly appeared. The two joined forces against him, disregarding fairness and justice – purely motivated by their lust for power, making ruthless attacks on him.

White Mitchell felt the cruelty and indifference of the world, understanding he had become the target to be terminated by the upper echelons. Regardless of his efforts and perseverance, nothing could change this fact. However, he did not give up, knowing that only by defeating these two experts could he prove his strength.

Engaged in a fierce battle with the two experts, White Mitchell showed his greatest strength, employing all cultivation methods and techniques found in the manual. He put all his strength and intellect into a fight for survival against the two experts.

Sparks flew as Mitchell leapt into the air, dodging the storm of attacks from the experts. He gathered all his power in his fist, aiming at the first expert’s chest. Dodging swiftly, Mitchell instantly turned towards the second expert, his hands turned into blades aiming for the enemy’s vitals. Their fighting was intense, momentum swift, and fierce.

Although White Mitchell possessed extraordinary power and exceptional skills, the two experts were not to be underestimated. Their seamless coordination in both offense and defense put White Mitchell in a difficult position. Forced to use his ultimate skill, his longsword transformed into a silver arc aiming for the first expert’s throat. However, the agile expert dodged easily, brandishing his blade towards Mitchell.

White Mitchell blocked the blade with his palm. Feeling the great force behind it, he was thrown back a few steps, his body slightly quivering. Yet, seizing the opportunity, he sprang forward like lightning towards the other expert. Relying on his agility and speed, he struck at the expert’s vital point, causing him to fall in agony.

However, his action allowed the first powerful opponent a momentary respite. He sprinted madly towards him, his speed blinding. Facing this fierce attack, White Mitchell had no choice but to react at full speed, his elusive movement causing the opponent’s attacks to miss.

A firm resolve surged in White Mitchell’s heart, he knew that only by defeating these two powerful men as soon as possible could he lay a path for his own revenge. He began to let out a low roar, his strength and momentum began to converge gradually, his hair fluttered without wind, and his eyes became fierce and wild.

He let out a roar, unleashing a power like a raging river, in a blink of an eye, he swiftly defeated one opponent and turned to fight another. He gave it his all, each move imbued with his emotions, his punches and kicks landing on the powerful men, brought chills to the bone.

The two powerful enemies gradually perceived the terror of White Mitchell, they started to abandon their previous contempt, and began to fight all out. The whole scene became intense and dangerous, White Mitchell was covered in injuries, stained in blood.

Their figures intertwined, the light in their hands flickered, their forces collided with each other, sparking blinding flames. White Mitchell was slowly suppressing the two powerful men, his momentum becoming stronger and his attacks quicker and more accurate.

Every move and form of White Mitchell carried the power to destroy everything, his attacks were like a violent storm, fierce and sharp. His wounds were bleeding fresh blood, but he did not retreat, instead he took a more determined step forward, continuing to advance.

His figure darted between the two powerful men like a phantom, his swordlight shimmered with cold radiance, the piercing whine of cutting through the air was incessant in their ears. The two powerful men refused to back down, they kept changing their attack tactics, trying to find White Mitchell’s flaw.

But White Mitchell’s movement technique became increasingly fluid, relying on his nimble responses and extraordinary agility, he maintained control of the battlefield. His eyes were filled with endless killing intent and coldness, as if he had transformed into a god of death, determined to prevent the two men from escaping his sword.

He swiftly darted between the two, launching fierce attacks at them with the speed of thunder. Every stroke was lethal, every attack was a precise strike at the enemy’s weak points. Under his blade, the two powerful men hardly had the ability to fight back and could only passively dodge White Mitchell’s attacks.

However, these two powerful men were not ordinary people after all, they gradually figured out White Mitchell’s fighting style and attacking habits. They began to counterattack, relying on their superior strength and coordinated teamwork, they kept pressuring White Mitchell.

The standoff was reestablished, both sides pushing against each other, sparks flew when swords clashed, the aura spread like an earth-shattering landslide. White Mitchell could feel his power continuously depleting from within, he knew that if this were to go on, he may not be able to defeat the two opponents.

A glint of indifference flashed across his eyes, he immediately adjusted his strategy and started utilizing all the resources on the battlefield. He moved his body to skilfully dodge the attacks of the two powerful men, at the same time jumping towards an inconspicuous corner. There was a patch of grassland where a large stone was concealed in the grass.

White Mitchell beckoned, the large stone wrapped in his Qi fiercely smashed towards one powerful man. The man was caught off guard, got hit by the large stone, and fell to the ground, unable to move.

White Mitchell didn’t stop, he turned around and pounced on the other opponent, his sword glowing brightly. The only thought in his mind was to completely defeat these two men, and pave a path for his journey of revenge.

The two men also felt White Mitchell’s determination, they realized that if they did not go all out, they would be completely defeated. They began to get even more aggressive, their offense more ferocious, but White Mitchell was not afraid, instead, he bravely charged into the fight.

His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce. Each move he made was filled with endless killing intent. His sword shimmered with a cold light, drawing beautiful arcs in the air. Each stroke brought an immense force.

White Mitchell’s brows showed a hint of indifference, he focused on the opponent’s movements, looking for opportunities to counterattack. The strength in his body surged, pouring into the blade in his hand, the swordlight suddenly soared. Each stab was aimed at the opponent, every time it was like trying to shred them into pieces.

The two powerful men felt White Mitchell’s aura getting stronger and couldn’t help but become wary of him. They exchanged a glance and coordinated a combined attack. An all-out assault was launched against White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s eyes grew colder. Relying on his keen observation, he quickly darted through the gap between the two powerful men, dispelling this deadly blow.

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He stabbed one of them the chest with his sword. The blade pierced the flesh and blood spurted out. The man let out a scream, fell to the ground, and powerful sword Qi spread fiercely.

Seeing this, another man’s face grew solemn. He knew that it was impossible to go head-on with White Mitchell anymore, thus he altered his strategy, and quickly soared up in an attempt to avoid White Mitchell’s sharp blade.

But would White Mitchell let him get away that easily? He sneered, his feet tapped on the ground, his figure turned into a residual image as he chased relentlessly after the man. Swordlight rained down on him like a violent storm.

The man’s heart tightened, knowing that continuing to run away like this wouldn’t work, so he chose to have a showdown with White Mitchell. He gathered the strength within his body, urging a ceaseless stream of sword Qi to transform into a terrifying swordlight, stabbing towards White Mitchell.

When the swords met, a loud boom echoed throughout the battlefield. The powerful impact shattered the surrounding rocks, and the shrapnel of rocks flew like rain.

The figures of the two swiftly intertwine, the sound of swords colliding in a never-ending symphony. White Mitchell moves with an uncanny agility, finding the weaknesses in his opponent at every turn and neutralizing the attack.

However, this powerful opponent is not to be underestimated. Even though his strength is slightly inferior, he manages to match White Mitchell with his exceptional swordsmanship and exquisite movement technique.

The battle reaches a fever pitch, captured in the interplay of sword glimmers, knife pixels, and shadows that blanket the sky. The onlookers, captivated by the intense fight, watch with eyes wide open, jaw-dropped.

White Mitchell’s brows furrow slightly, a sense of disquiet rising within him. This foe’s strength is greater than he anticipated. Though he can still hold his own, he’s increasingly aware of the difficulty of his opponent.

“You want to best me? Then prepare to meet your maker!” White Mitchell bellows, his sword momentum growing even fiercer, the blade glittering with an even sharper cold light.

He activates his True Qi, pouring all his strength into the sword. Instantly, the blade radiates a dazzling light, its edge gleaming lethal.

The opponent sensing White Mitchell’s terrifying momentum, his eyes betray a moment of panic. He realizes that delaying will only end in defeat. He has no choice but to unleash his ultimate strength.

Suddenly, he concentrates his True Qi into a sword glimmer, shooting it furiously towards White Mitchell. The glimmer is fiercely sharp, seemingly capable of piercing through all obstacles.

White Mitchell’s eyes harden, reacting immediately. He summons all his strength, wielding the longsword in his hand. His Sword Qi whirls like a tornado, ripping through the formidable sword glimmer.

The clash of the great forces creates a horrifying shockwave. The shockwave sweeps all around, reducing everything on the battlefield to ruins, scattering dust and smoke.

When the shockwave dissipates, both fighters receive heavy injuries, each retreating several steps.

White Mitchell wipes the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with determination. He knows that dragging the confrontation any longer is pointless; he must resolve the fight quickly.

Hoisting his longsword high, he releases a long howl. That is his signal to unleash his killing move.

His sword begins to radiate a brilliant light, scorching the surrounding air. White Mitchell strikes with a slash; his sword glimmer seeming as if it could tear the heavens and earth apart.

The opponent’s face drastically changes, instantly sensing the threat to his life. He rallies his last bit of strength, longing to counterattack.

However, his counterattack proves futile. White Mitchell is too swift with his sword and his power can’t be parried. He can only watch, eyes wide, as that glimmering sword draws nearer.

The sword pierces his chest, blood spraying out. Overpowered by intense pain, he falls to the ground, his breath gradually fading.

White Mitchell puts his longsword away, his gaze coldly sweeping over the remaining enemies. Confronting his fierce look, the other powerful opponents feel a chill in their hearts. They can’t help but step back, afraid to approach.

The battlefield is filled with the heavy aura of killing, but White Mitchell’s cold eyes inspire a sense of despair. He has proven his strength beyond doubt.

Under his rule, none of his enemies escape, they all become captives under his sword. His swordsmanship is like the force of primordial chaos, it destroys everything, unbeatable.

He stands in the center of the battlefield, his longsword hanging at his side, his figure shrouded in an intriguing aura. At this moment, he is akin to the War God descended, his body radiating with an awe-inspiring light.

Suddenly, White Mitchell feels an intense presence rushing towards him from the distance. He swiftly raises his head, his longsword appearing instantaneously in his hand.

A golden light descends from the sky, reaching the battlefield in an instant. It is a vast golden tiger, its mouth erupting with towering golden flames, shaking four directions.

White Mitchell’s pupils contract, sensing the power of the golden tiger which seems to have exceeded the human limit. He thinks to himself, “To think that such a formidable opponent would appear at this final juncture!”

The golden fierce tiger roared, its massive claw swung fiercely, instantly smashing an enemy into pieces. It pounced towards White Mitchell, its giant body bringing along a wild wind, full of ferocious momentum.

White Mitchell was alert and cautious, his longsword danced, sword qi shot from the tip of the sword one after another, instantly piercing the body of the golden fierce tiger. However, the tiger’s rough skin and thick flesh made these sword qi unable to cause any harm.

White Mitchell shivered inwardly, immediately dodged backward, instantly evading the attack of the golden fierce tiger. He felt that his strength seemed to fall short against this fierce tiger, but the attack power and speed of this tiger were too terrifying. For a moment, he couldn’t find an opening to attack.

The golden fierce tiger seemed to spot White Mitchell’s weakness and roared again, throwing itself at him anew. This time, it opened its blood-filled mouth, viсiously biting towards White Mitchell’s head.

White Mitchell only felt a sense of death rushing towards him, yet he didn’t give up. He slashed out with his sword, intending to kill the fierce tiger right there. However, at this critical moment, his body was suddenly bound by a mysterious force, making him unable to move.

“Dammit!” White Mitchell was aghast. He felt that this queer force was gradually weakening his strength. Seeing the tiger’s attack about to hit him, he mentally prepared himself for the worst.

However, just when things looked grim, a figure suddenly appeared in front of White Mitchell. It was a young woman, clothed in a light green long dress, holding a green bamboo flute in her hand. She indifferently looked at the golden fierce tiger before her and gently blew her bamboo flute.

With her performance, the tiger’s body began to tremble, its large mouth gradually closed. It seemed to be enduring great pain, constantly roaring, yet bound by a mysterious force on the spot.

White Mitchell seized the chance to break free from the binding, rapidly retreated, standing shoulder to shoulder with the young woman. She softly said, “This is my domain power, which can bind this fierce tiger.”

White Mitchell slightly nodded, indicating his understanding. At that moment, the fierce tiger was bound and couldn’t move. It seemed to be struggling painfully.

The young woman blew her bamboo flute again, her fingers lightly leaping on the flute, like jumping notes. With her performance, the tiger’s body began to slowly disappear into the air, leaving behind only a golden phantom.

White Mitchell was secretly amazed, he hadn’t expected this young woman to be so powerful. It was her help at the critical moment that saved him from danger.

The young woman put away her bamboo flute and indifferently said, “You may go now.”

White Mitchell was slightly startled, he didn’t expect that the woman would let him off so easily. But he also knew that he had lost too much power in this fight. If he remained here, he would likely become a stepping stone for others.

Therefore, he gave the woman a deep look, then turned and left. As he left, the woman also turned to leave, disappearing into the depths of the battlefield.

After White Mitchell left the battlefield, he found a secluded place to cultivate. He knew that although this battle was over, there would be more difficult challenges waiting for him. And he, must become stronger in order to protect the people he wanted to protect.

This battle was like a tempering process for White Mitchell, as well as a growth opportunity. He understood his shortcomings and knew the direction of his future efforts.

Several days later, White Mitchell returned to his mansion. He saw his master was sitting in the courtyard, sipping tea, seemingly waiting for his return.

White Mitchell stepped forward, respectfully saluted: “Master.”

His master gave him a glance, then slightly nodded: “You have done well.”

White Mitchell was slightly startled, he didn’t expect that the woman would let him off so easily. But he also knew that he had lost too much power in this fight. If he remained here, he would likely become a stepping stone for others.

Therefore, he gave the woman a deep look, then turned and left. As he left, the woman also turned to leave, disappearing into the depths of the battlefield.

After White Mitchell left the battlefield, he found a secluded place to cultivate. He knew that although this battle was over, there would be more difficult challenges waiting for him. And he, must become stronger in order to protect the people he wanted to protect.