Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity-Chapter 267: Reveal your true strength

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As Thane was chased through the airspace of Yi Mountain, the other participants watched with confused looks on their faces. The spectacle of such a small man chasing after a giant looked like a massive joke.

Unfortunately, no one dared to intervene. These two were monsters in their own right, and no mere ant would dare tangle in a dance of dragons.

"Hm," a few miles away, outside a small cave, Leon felt the shadow of a figure block out a part of the sun cascading down from the sky. He looked up at the source of this shadow, and his gaze landed upon two individuals of advanced age and dignified presence.

"Sovereigns," upon seeing these two, Leon immediately broke into a humble bow, greeting them with the utmost respect.

These were two of the Sky Sovereigns of the Golden Griffin Clan, Drothan and Ziaman.

"At ease, young one. There’s no need for such formalities," Ziaman smiled kindly at Leon, his eyes filled with warmth.

"Ahh."

"Which one of you just broke through to the stage of Great Warlock?" After a small pause, Ziaman asked, staring closely at Leon, clearly showing that he already knew.

"That would be me, sire," Leon responded calmly, though in his heart he felt a premonition of something to come. This was definitely not normal. Firstly, he hadn’t just broken through, so they definitely weren’t here because of that. It had to have something to do with his current state.

Leon was no fool; he knew that unlocking the bloodline of the Drake of old would bring him some trouble, so he was prepared in a way.

"Good, I see potential in you, kid. Let’s not dally. Why don’t you accept me as your master?" Seeing Leon admit it, Ziaman went straight to the point. He couldn’t waste any time; this was quite sensitive, after all. Leon already had a master.

"I…" Leon was taken aback. He expected trouble, not the First Sky Sovereign trying to poach him to their side. This sounded absurd. They were not even of the same clan.

But before Leon could finish his words, a voice sounded from afar as a tall figure faded into existence right next to him.

"Don’t be shameless, Your Highness. This boy is of my kin, my very own disciple," the voice belonged to Nephron, the Supreme Leader of the Blood Serpent Clan.

"Your outer disciple, Nephron. If you can’t even give this talent the dignity of being your direct disciple, then why should I care about your dignity?" Ziaman frowned deeply. Protest from Nephron was expected, but layering it with insults? Did he think they were equals?

"Ah? So that’s the problem? Okay! Leon, will you be my direct disciple?" Nephron, without a moment of hesitation, turned to Leon and asked. If the status of Leon was what made him available for poaching, then he would place him higher.

Leon’s eyes widened for a second as he was at a loss for words. Is this how direct disciples were chosen? But he also understood the situation. Nephron was trying to save him from these two level 5 existences.

"I am willing," Leon bowed slightly with his fingers crossed behind his back. This was just for the moment.

"Good. Now, what other excuses will you bring forth?" Nephron smiled bitterly for a second, then turned to the Sky Sovereigns and asked in a rather loud voice. They were trying to poach his disciples in front of so many people back at Griffin’s Peak. It was despicable and distasteful.

None of the myriad clan leaders would want to see their disciples poached before their very eyes. This was sending a bad message about the leadership of the Golden Griffin Clan, and Nephron knew this.

"Hmp!!" Ziaman sneered, feeling the countless gazes from far away piercing through his back. "Whatever. You can keep your disciple…"

"However, he must answer for his crimes," Ziaman said with a wicked smile to Nephron.

Crimes? What crime had Leon and the rest committed?

"Don’t act dumb. You cheated in the competition by coming here before it even started. Because of that, you were able to steal Royal Providence from the others and use it for your breakthrough," this time, it was Drothan who spoke. He was old and cunning; facts and words were things he could easily twist.

Naturally, Leon had not taken any Royal Providence, but he did arrive before everyone else to set up a trap for Bran. Naturally, being guilty of one opened the possibility of being guilty of the other.

"Hahaha, quite a funny accusation, Mister Drothan. We are all powerful people here. Do you sense a trace of Royal Providence on my disciple here? Or are you just laying accusations because he refuses to be your guinea pig?" The Supreme Leader didn’t back down. It was all too clear what was happening, and he was sure the rest could see it too.

"You dare speak to me like that, you little shit?" Drothan frowned deeply. This Nephron, he didn’t know much about him aside from the fact that he was one of those who led the escapade to Griffin’s Peak years ago.

He was already in their bad books. Did he think insulting them would take him anywhere? If he really wanted, he could exterminate the Blood Serpent Clan in the blink of an eye.

"Hmp, you need to teach your friend here how to respect his elders, Ziaman," the Supreme Leader turned to the First Sky Sovereign and said coldly. In the blink of an eye, Nephron’s gaze had completely changed. He was no longer joking around.

Not a lot of people knew his age, but Ziaman would at least have an inkling. After all, he knew the little shithead when he was a kid.

"Age doesn’t matter here, Nephron. Only power," Ziaman said calmly, shaking his head. Nephron had been a key player in the Sacred Lands’ politics for years. Even his wife, who was considerably older than him when he came to power, would call Nephron elder.

This guy had been alive for God knows how long. But times had changed; the world no longer respected age and wisdom as much as it did power. It was best the old fool got used to it.

"I see," Nephron nodded with a grim look of defeat on his face.

"You are coming with us, kid." Drothan stretched his hand forward and wrapped Leon in formless and unobservable energy. A talented student with a weak master was a disaster for both parties.

"Looks like I have no choice." Heaving a heavy sigh, Nephron’s look of defeat was replaced with one of annoyance and disappointment. If Ziaman’s wife, the former First Sovereign of the Golden Griffin Clan, was still alive, she might have warned him against this line of action.

Because she would have known how old he was. Even she had seen him when she was but a child… that was several thousand years ago… This meant that Nephron, who stood here today, was more than 5,000 years old.

This was not something a quasi-level 5 existence could do. In fact, even a proper level 5 existence could not live this long.

"Hm?" In an instant, Drothan felt his grip on Leon tear like a piece of cloth. It shocked him for a second, but then he tried again, only for it to never even reach his target.

This was when he turned to Nephron to see him holding a giant great sword, the width of a door frame, in his left hand.

—wooon

—woom

At first sight, it looked like nothing, just a giant great sword. But soon the energy it pulsed with began to disturb his energy field. This was not normal at all.

What manner of weapon could disrupt the energy from a level 5 existence? A being that had, by all means, surpassed the realm of what was common.

"This…" Ziaman’s lips shook slightly as he looked at the great sword in Nephron’s hand. It was all too memorable. About 3,000 years ago, there was an individual known throughout the Sacred Lands as the Decapitator. He didn’t know this person personally, as he was barely relevant at that time.

But his wife knew. In fact, she had fought him once, and he had taken her left eye. This figure was insanely powerful and was known to lug around with a massive weapon that made level 5 existences uncomfortable.

The way his wife described this Decapitator and the feeling of being around him was still very surreal in his mind. It made him feel a mixture of hate and fear.

"That can’t be right. The Decapitator was a Transcendent being like us," Ziaman was genuinely confused. Drothan wasn’t, partly because he didn’t know the stories.

"I will kill you!!" Drothan dashed forward in an instant, planning to take Nephron’s head. He didn’t think Ziaman would care if he killed this one. After all, he was one of their enemies.

"Dance of the Wind Basilisk."

Nephron spoke, and all of a sudden, the dust and sand around rose into the air, followed by a formless pressure that took over the surroundings.

—wang

With a single slash outwards, a beastly wind took flight completely ravaging the mountain in its sight and taking both Drothan and Ziaman into the air like paper weights. But it didn’t end there, as this was but a prelude to the main attack.

Soon a green sword light formed in the air barreling towards Ziaman who was still under the effects of the initial attack. "Fucker!!!" Ziaman cursed but there was little he could do.

Both attacks happened too simultaneously, he braced himself and took the hit head on.

"Let’s go" meanwhile, Nepron grabbed Leon and Bran and placed them atop his shoulders. He didn’t waste a second to stand and fight, he grabbed them and took off in a random direction.

"Kang and Rengoku, bring your fellow desciples back to the clan safely" mid flight, the supreme leader gave a command before Ziaman and Drothan pulled themselves together and followed him.