Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370
As for not even giving Master Sun a reply, that was Rock George’s intention. Rock George had been living in the capital, and he had never crossed paths with Master Sun during his previous visits to the city. However, watching Master Sun grow from a small cultivator into the Seventh Level, Rock George was very unconvinced and even gradually grew envious.
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. One has to fight to find out who’s better. This time, humiliating Master Sun brought a tremendous satisfaction to Rock George’s heart.
He then drank a bit of alcohol while chatting with his dependable backing, only to have his gate smashed by someone just as he fell asleep.
Rock George sprang up from his bed, angrily and violently bursting through the ceiling, flying straight towards Owen Bertram: "Too much bullying! Owen Bertram, are you a high-ranking imperial official with no regard for the law?"
Master Sun was holding the Ancient Sword in his hand, with the sword sheath on it as well. Without even looking at Rock George, he struck him with a sword. To others, it seemed that Master Sun had "shown mercy", but only Master Sun himself knew that the Swordswoman’s power was even greater with the sheath on the sword.
Rock George also possessed a Tire-7 Magical Weapon, which he had received as a gift from the nobles after his promotion.
It was a heavy mountain-splitting knife that usually transformed into a tattoo hidden on Rock George’s back. At this moment, he slapped his back with his hand and a golden light illuminated the vault of heaven from behind him. A dark golden flood dragon emerged from the golden fog in the air, which was the true form of this magical instrument!
The Flood Dragon bared its teeth and claws, using the power of the Seventh Level to viciously bite the Ancient Sword.
The Ancient Sword smacked the Flood Dragon’s mouth as Rock George opened a mini-world within himself and mobilized all of his strength... Then he felt a severe shock throughout his body. The dark golden Flood Dragon let out a mournful cry, and both its phantom image and the golden fog disappeared. The Tire-7 Magical Weapon shattered with a crack, and the heavy mountain-splitting knife covered with fissures, fell heavily beside Rock George’s feet, making a clattering sound.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his mini-world being rapidly drawn back into his body by the Ancient Sword, followed by Master Sun’s mini-world, which quickly shrank like a cage locking him tightly in!
Damn it! Owen Bertram, you unfilial son! He drew out a rope, a magical item tied to Rock George like a crab!
The crux of this binding technique was to tie the arms and legs on the same side, forcing the person to lie horizontally.
Master Sun seemed very pleased with his own tying technique, laughing while shaking his head: "Worthy of a cultivator at the Seventh Level, despite being an old man, you still possess such flexibility."
The distance between Rock George’s two legs had surpassed that of the famous "split position" and was now in a "reverse-eight" posture.
Master Sun held the crab-like Rock George in his hands, appearing at the entrance of Wansheng Armed Escort Agency’s compound – The entire Wansheng Armed Escort Agency was alerted, with hundreds of darts masters and protectors surrounding Master Sun, either wielding weapons or controlling magical instruments; but none of them dared to step forward. As Master Sun moved, so did the huge circle of people.
Master Sun stood at the entrance, rudely slapping Rock George on his face several times: "Who gave you the courage to disrespect me?"
Master Sun’s slaps were heavy, and Rock George’s old face swelled up. His eyes were full of resentment: "You humiliate a Seventh-Level cultivator ..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Master Sun cut him off with an expression of sudden realization: "You’re right, I should just kill you and be done with it." Master Sun then drew out the dragon-slaying artifact – Rock George’s eyes widened in horror, and he hurriedly urged, "Please calm down, sir!"
"Hm?" With the dagger in his hand, Master Sun made a gesture on Rock George’s neck while cold sweat slid down George’s face. Silently cursing himself for talking too much, he thought he had already been humiliated to the point of going home tonight, so why bother making another statement?
He might not dare to kill a member of the imperial family, but he would dare to kill someone without an official position, like Rock George.
"Master," Rock George began to analyze for Master Sun, "As a Seventh-Level cultivator, how can I compare to you? People say ’Do not despise a poor youth,’ because the youth have a future and the possibility of a counterattack. With age against me, I can no longer surpass you, Master, and I won’t pose any threat to you at all. If you humiliate a young man, they might foster hatred and strive to surpass and avenge you. But for someone like me, even if harboring resentment..."
"Hm—"Master Sun’s eyes widened, and Rock George quickly changed his tune: "I dare not harbor any resentment, really! We all bear the brunt while drifting through the world. It’s my fault for being arrogant and ignorant, humiliating you first, Master. Now that you’ve taught me a lesson, I’ll take it! I will never dare to complain!"
After the dagger full of killing intent finally moved away from his neck, Rock George discreetly sighed in relief. Suddenly, however, he heard Master Sun say, "Hmph, you might escape the death penalty, but you can’t escape punishment." The dagger went downwards— Rock George’s face turned white with fear: "Master, Master! Is there any other way to punish me? Although I have been loyal to His Majesty, I don’t know how to serve others. Going into the palace might displease His Majesty."
Master Sun hadn’t really thought about killing Rock George. First of all, their conflict wasn’t a life-and-death one, and secondly, cultivators at the Seventh Level were precious combat forces of the Great Wu. As long as they weren’t too excessive, Master Sun could tolerate them.