Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: Jevan Shen

The sudden burst of power in the sword attack which Zen unleashed indeed alarmed Jevan Shen.

Jevan didn't think the sword strike was that powerful at first. In fact, because there was a considerable distance between them, he had yet to witness the full power of Zen's sword strike with his own eyes.

But, he did detect a very unique intention from the aura emitted by the sword.

That was also why he had come looking for them. He even searched and went all the way to the Bright Sky City for the source of the sword strike.

By the time he arrived at the Bright Sky City, he saw a mist of blood shaping in the form of a human rushing towards him.

Jevan glanced over indifferently with his brows knitted, “Julian? What's wrong? What made you like this?”

Jevan was in charge of over a thousand cities, and only thirty of them were under the control of the warriors who had ascended from the Lower World. Julian was one of the city lords whom Jevan happened to know well.

“S...sir... My body was destroyed by a brat. He has turned me into this, a blood shadow of my own self!” The lord of the Bright Sky City informed Jevan in a dejected tone. Suddenly, a gleam of hope flickered in his eyes, “But sir, that punk had a piece of treasure in his possession. I guess he hasn't left the Bright Sky City yet.”

“Oh?” A strange look took over Jevan's face. 'How could someone in possession of a treasure dare to seek trouble in the Spiritual Force Sacred Place?' The recklessness confused Jevan.

“Sir, I will take you there right away!” offered Julian hastily. Without further ado, Julian led the way with Jevan followed him closely. Since Julian's physical body was destroyed, it was impossible for him to covet Zen's Heavenly Phoenix Horse or the first-rank divine weapon anymore. However, if he were to help Jevan attain these treasures, he might benefit more from him later.

At the same time across the city, Freya was on the Heavenly Phoenix Horse with Zen. She was gazing at Zen with admiration. During this short period of time, he had slain the lord of the Bright Sky City, before proceeding to destroy no-fly ban of the city. She didn't even know how to comment on the whole thing. She stared at him blankly.

'What on earth had Zen come across in the past year?

Could the resources in the Upper World be so good? Is that the real reason why he has become so strong after he has cultivated at the Spiritual Force Sacred Place for a year?

It is absolutely impossible!' Freya dismissed the thought the moment it entered her mind. She was just trying to understand how Zen had acquired enough power to kill a Spirit Supreme Realm master.

Because she had been in the Bright Sky City for so long, she hadn't really had the chance to understand the Upper World in detail. Her uncle, who had been in the Upper World for many years, was slain by a single strike from Zen. Being the lord of a city, her uncle's talent was higher than average. So, it was quite an impressive feat on Zen's part. This simple kill had convinced Freya that this kind of power couldn't be simply measured by one's length of stay in the Upper World.

She just couldn't figure out how Zen could have boosted his strength so quickly.

If she knew that he had traveled across more than a thousand supreme worlds before returning to this city, she wouldn't be asking such a question. It was far beyond her imagination.

Riding the Heavenly Phoenix Horse together, Zen was completely unaware of the fact that Freya's thoughts were running wild about him. He didn't feel a thing. In fact, he was not entirely satisfied with the sword attack he had just executed. There was even a hint of a frown on his face. He knew that even if the Gods-intimidating Strike didn't require the accumulation of strength, he still needed to adjust his state of mind and shut down all his emotions completely when executing the strike. Only by doing this would he ensure that the Gods-intimidating Strike's power reached its climax.

However, it was easier said than done. No matter how hard he tried, the moment he performed the Gods-intimidating Strike and slashed his sword, his focus shattered. 𝐫Ａ𝐍Ꝋ𐌱ÊṢ

'If a stone were to execute the Gods-intimidating Strike, it would be able to achieve 100 percent perfect result, ' he thought to himself sarcastically. Unfortunately, he was neither a stone, nor a True God. He was just a living human. A human being could never shut down all of his emotions.

“Let's go,” Zen sighed to himself. Then, a smile went on his face as he spoke softly at Freya.

She nodded slightly in response, her eyes shining with respect as she looked at him.

When Freya had just ascended, she always gave off an air of superiority to people because unlike other warriors, who ascended without any help or backing from any authority, she had the support of the lord of this city.

Now that she thought about it, she shouldn't have been in such a rush to go to her uncle. It turned out that Zen was much more trustworthy than her own uncle.

Now she almost revered Zen, and it seemed to her that she couldn't behave casually around him anymore.

While both of them were busy with their own thoughts and concerns, two streaks of light suddenly shot out from the horizon in their direction.

Looking carefully at the people rushing towards them, Freya tensed up!

She recognized the blood mist in the form of a human in front of her as her uncle. She tried to see through the cultivation base of the martial artist following him, but she couldn't.

“Zen, what should we do now?” Zen was a trustworthy partner to her now. So she lightly tilted his body and tried to hide behind him without giving it much thought.

Zen scanned the two men standing in front of them. To everyone's surprise, a faint smile appeared on his face. He seemed to have sensed Freya's nervousness, so he moved toward Freya and tried to comfort her with a soothing voice, “It's all right; he seems to be one of my acquaintances.”

Following the 'blood mist lord' of the Bright Sky City, Jevan rushed to the west side of the city. Before he arrived there, he was quite confused about Julian's description of the intruder. But, when he reached and finally saw Zen with his own eyes, the questions in his mind vanished. Standing in front of Zen, Jevan raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.

There was no big change in Zen's appearance, apparently. After breaking through to the Soul Sea Realm, Zen's cultivation base had advanced by leaps and bounds. It seemed to Jevan that his temperament had become even more powerful. This made him somewhat suspicious for a moment.

'Zen should have been taken away by the palace leader of the Mist Palace. He shouldn't be here! Even if he did escape the Mist Palace, why on earth is he here at the Spiritual Force Sacred Place all by himself?' Jevan thought to himself. In fact, for a moment, he wasn't sure whether the young man next to him was Zen or not!

“Sir, this is the kid I was telling you about. He has a first-rank divine weapon and the Heavenly Phoenix Horse as his mount.” Julian told Jevan in a low voice, “And the woman beside him is the woman I was going to send to you. She will be the best human cauldron ever for cultivation.”

Upon hearing her uncle's words, Freya was both sad and angry. Her uncle wanted her to be the human cauldron for someone who had power over him! It seemed that the man that her uncle was talking about was this very person standing right in front of her. Suddenly, she felt awful about going to her uncle when she got into the Upper World. She never dreamed that her own uncle would be such a despicable person who even tried to get his hand on his own niece!

Averting her gaze from her sinister uncle, Freya turned her eyes on the other man accompanying him. This person's cultivation base was much higher than her uncle's. She wondered if Zen was strong enough to deal with him. Although Zen's performance was astounding in Freya's opinion, no matter how talented he was, there was still a limit of his capability. 'Defeating his uncle whose cultivation is a whole realm higher than his was already a miracle. How could he possibly defeat this person who might be two or more levels above him?' This thought instantly worried Freya.

The stranger sized up Zen for a few times and a modest smile appeared on his face. He waved at Zen and spoke to him in a very friendly tone, “Zen, it's good to see you again so soon.”

Upon seeing Jevan, Zen nodded slightly and replied, “Master Shen, good to see you, too.”

Both Freya and Julian were shocked at this friendly exchange. Both of them just stood there, dumbfounded as they had assumed that these two were enemies. However, shortly after, a smile eventually appeared on Freya's face. She assumed that this man was nothing like her own uncle.

Even if Julian was in the form of blood mist, Zen could still see the unease on his face, quite contrary to his niece.

'This can't be real! Master Shen is ranked so high that no one dares to greet him without bowing or saluting! I have never seen him talking so amicably to someone who messed up his men! At least, he has never spoken to me, or the other lords who are under his command, this way!' Julian's mind went wild. He couldn't process what was happening right in front of his 'bloody face' right then.

On the other hand, Julian concluded, if Master Shen was polite to this young man who just killed many of his own soldiers on his own land, then this meeting spelled bad news for him.

While he had confirmed that the young man was indeed Zen, Jevan was still a little suspicious. He wasn't trying to hide it, so he asked Zen directly, “Hey, young hero. I heard from the Saint Lord earlier that you have been brought into the thirteenth palaces. May I ask why you returned to the Spiritual Force Sacred Place in such a short period of time?”

Even the Saint Lord thought highly of Zen, so Jevan would surely treat him well for the potential greater good.

Zen replied with a smirk, “To be honest, Master Shen, I just happened to pass by this place. Surprisingly, I heard that a friend of mine, who ascended with me a year ago, was imprisoned by her own uncle. Do you know the worst part? Her uncle had threatened to make her a human cauldron for someone with power. Some authorities, I guess.”

'Friend? Uncle? Human cauldron? This is bad...'

Jevan could feel the cold sweat trickle down his back!

At this moment, he had no idea that Zen had joined the Gauze Pavilion already, nor did he know about what had happened to Zen back in the thirteen palaces. After all, with his status as a hall leader, he wasn't qualified to join the thirteen palaces.

From this alone did Jevan deduce that Zen wasn't someone he could trifle with without worrying about the consequences. He just couldn't afford to risk his position, or his resources that had been accumulated over the years. Jevan clearly knew that, even if the Saint Lord of the Spiritual Force Sacred Place were to meet the palace leader of the Mist Palace, the Saint Lord would offer her the highest courtesy. Even the world lord of the supreme world needed to show her respect!

He was only one of the thirty-six hall masters in the Spiritual Force Sacred Place. He was not such an important figure at all.

A single word by the Saint Lord would silence him forever if Zen were to speak ill of him.

Jevan also noticed that Zen and Freya were very close, although he wasn't quite clear whether they were just friends or there was something else brewing between them. Thinking of Julian's earlier proposal again nearly gave him a heart attack.

'Offering your own niece to me as a human cauldron! What was wrong with this Julian? It'll be better if you just kill me...' Jevan gave Julian a cold stare for his lack of consideration.

Everyone had seen that Zen was taken by Yolande, which indicated that they might be friends. Jevan never had the chance to meet Yolande in person because he was not qualified to do so. If Zen were to tell Yolande all about today, he would be a dead man. More so, the leader of the Mist Palace was also the daughter of a Supreme Lord. A single glance from her could get him killed more than a thousand times!

Jevan nodded at Zen with a sycophantic smile, “Young man, don't ever mention the human cauldron again. It's my improper management that caused my man to make such a big mistake. I sincerely apologize for that.” After he finished groveling, he glanced at Julian who was standing beside him and continued deliberately, “I know now that this subordinate of mine is extremely vicious. If he was going to treat his own relative in such horrible way, then he has decided his own destiny, which is to be expelled from the position of city lord. I hope this decision will ease the tension of your beautiful female friend.”

Now, if Julian's face was in its true form, it must've turned pale like a blank piece of paper. He was deeply terrified that his horrible premonition had come true!

Without a second thought, Julian turned around all of a sudden and ran like he was being chased by the devil. As a human-shaped blood mist, he was able to run at a greater speed. In a split second, he had put fifty feet between them.

Jevan sneered and pointed his finger at Julian, as though anticipating this outcome. Almost immediately, Julian let out a blood-curdling scream. At the same time, he collapsed and turned into several streams of blood froth. Then, the blood froth changed its shape repeatedly as if it was being compressed by an invisible hand. Gradually, Julian was kneaded by the compressing air, and shrank into a small piece of blood vigor, as light as a feather.