Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 980 - Terrifying Obadiah Heptinstall

Chapter 980: Chapter 980: Terrifying Obadiah Heptinstall!

Chapter 980 -980: Terrifying Obadiah Heptinstall!

The figure floated in mid-air, resembling both a fairy untouched by the mundane world and a devil from Nine Netherworld Hell.

“It’s…it’s you!”

Upon seeing the figure, Obadiah Heptinstall’s pupils dilated, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

“Huh? Li…Little Clare?” Ethan Smith couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

He tried to stand up and greet Clare, but found that his body had no strength to do so.

“Drexel, help me out quickly!” Ethan Smith shouted anxiously to Drexel.

However, Drexel remained silent, as if lost in the quiet.

“Drexel?” Ethan Smith tried to call out again, but there was still no response.

Ethan Smith gritted his teeth and tried his best to shout in Clare’s direction.

But the “Clare” floating in the air did not respond to Ethan Smith, only gazing down on Obadiah Heptinstall from a lofty position.

Obadiah Heptinstall’s face turned pale, his body trembling nonstop.

Perhaps due to fear or something else, his legs became weak like Ethan Smith’s, unable to stand up at all!

“How…how can you still be alive…” Obadiah Heptinstall uttered with trembling lips.

Clare remained silent, but the overwhelming pressure made everyone feel a primal fear.

Obadiah Heptinstall tried to stand up several times but found that his legs were completely uncontrollable.

He knelt on the ground and trembled, saying, “I…I was wrong, please forgive me… forgive me….”

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Obadiah Heptinstall was actually begging for mercy on his knees?

Who exactly was that woman floating in mid-air?

“I was wrong. Please spare my life…” Tears actually flowed from Obadiah Heptinstall’s eyes.

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He knelt on the ground, his head lowered to the earth, not daring to raise his eyes.

“I didn’t know you were still alive. The Immortal Slaying Sect is gone. Please let me go…” Obadiah Heptinstall cried aloud.

Without saying a word, Clare lifted her hand, and dozens of white bones instantly disintegrated into ash!

Next, Clare’s hands moved slowly through the air, as if she were using some obscure technique.

Moments later, those light pillars began to shatter!

One, two, three…all eight light pillars disappeared without a trace!

Seeing this, Ethan Smith couldn’t help but frown, “Drexel, didn’t you say this technique couldn’t be stopped? Isn’t it stopped now?”

However, Drexel still remained silent, not responding to anything Ethan Smith shouted, as if he had sunk into slumber.

At this moment, Obadiah Heptinstall was still kneeling on the ground, shivering ceaselessly, not daring to raise his head.

Even the slightest wind could cause Obadiah Heptinstall to shudder all over his body.

Upon completing her tasks, the cold gaze in mid-air Clare’s eyes turned to Obadiah Heptinstall.

Although it was just a glance, it completely shattered Obadiah Heptinstall’s mental defenses.

Like a madman, he started running, screaming frantically while running, “She’s still alive, she’s alive, hahaha … she’s alive …”

It was unclear whether he had really gone mad or was deliberately using the situation to flee.

In any case, Obadiah Heptinstall disappeared without a trace, and his white bone army was also completely crushed.

In an instant, dozens of mighty realm cultivator bodies had turned to nothingness.

Ethan Smith looked up at Clare floating in the sky, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

He had struggled to sever two arms, while she only lifted her hand, and those mighty realm bodies were instantly crushed?

Not only Ethan Smith, but everyone present was also astonished by this!

Such means were not even comparable to that of a Martial Saint!

After finishing all this, Clare slowly turned around, seemingly about to leave.

Ethan Smith gritted his teeth and summoned all his strength to shout, “Clare!”

This roar nearly drained Ethan Smith of all his strength.

The little Clare in the air stopped for a moment.

But after just half a second, she turned around and left, disappearing without a trace.

Ethan Smith slumped on the ground, his mind filled with complex emotions.

Was she really Clare, or the legendary masked woman?

If it was Clare, why would she remain silent? If it wasn’t, why would she stop for half a second?

“Ethan Smith!”

Blaise Rhodes rushed to Ethan Smith’s side and helped him up.

“How are you feeling?” Blaise Rhodes asked.

Ethan Smith shook his head and said, “I’m fine.”

“Who was that person just now?” Daphne Green couldn’t help but ask.

The person she referred to was naturally Clare.

“If I’m not mistaken, she should be that little girl who was with you before,” Blaise Rhodes said solemnly.

“The two corpses we encountered last time seemed to be subdued by her.”

Ethan Smith nodded, but at this point, he could no longer be sure if she was still Clare, and he didn’t know if she even recognized him anymore.

“Thankfully, it’s over now,” everyone present sighed in relief.

Seeing the disappearing light pillars, the weight on everyone’s hearts finally dissipated.

Some people cheered, some people had weak legs, and some only wanted to go home.

Ethan Smith gestured to Blaise Rhodes and the others, saying, “Take me back to Nine Pinnacles Mountain first…”

The group agreed and escorted Ethan up Nine Pinnacles Mountain.

Upon arriving at the mountain, Ethan Smith, exhausted and unable to keep his eyes open, fell into a deep slumber.

After this incident, the reputation of the Capital City Martial Arts Association plummeted even further.

If it weren’t for Star’s timely intervention to save face for the Capital City Martial Arts Association, public outrage would have ensued.

In the office.

Marc Fraley watched the video of the incident and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

The masked woman in the video made him feel a sense of danger.

Most importantly, this woman was acquainted with Ethan Smith.

“Young Master,” at this moment, Channing entered.

“How’s it going? Did you find out anything?” Marc Fraley asked anxiously.

Channing nodded. He placed the files in front of Marc Fraley and said, “Her outfit is strikingly similar to a legendary figure. It’s said that…the Immortal Slaying Sect met its demise at her hands.”

“There are many legends about her. Here are the related files; you may take a look.”

Marc Fraley hurriedly picked up the files and began reading carefully.

The files contained numerous records about the masked woman, and the more Marc Fraley read, the more alarmed he became.