Three years ago, the strongest Sovereigns in the hidden world had to sacrifice three entire cities just to shatter my Divine Core. Today, a man wearing cheap cologne and an ugly designer suit was trying to buy my wife.Ten million dollars, Aria," Julian Cross said, leaning back on the white leather sofa of the Sterling Manor. He shook his whiskey glass and smiled as if it was his own. My last offer is to bail out Sterling Corp., and in return you sign over fifty-one percent of the shares.He stopped, his hungry eyes scouring her body up and down. “Oh, and one more thing; you divorce this piece of trash.”Julian jabbed his shorn finger at me.I didn't look up. I simply continued to wipe the glass coffee table with a damp cloth. I had no memory of my own face. I had no memory of my own face. I was Kaelen Vance, the infamous "live-in loser" of Ravenwood City. I was nothing but a beggar to the world, and a beautiful granddaughter of Old Man Sterling was forced to marry me before his death

The masked assassin did not waste time with monologues. He simply vanished from where he stood.The air was filled with the pungent and sweet aroma of poisoned blades cutting through the air. My right side was instantly met by the Tier 2 cultivator, who was standing back up by my side, with his twin curved daggers directly at my throat and Aria's unprotected chest.He was fast. He was just a blurry mess of deadly crimson to any mortal eye.To me, he was swimming under water.I didn't panic. I didn't even pick up my wife. I just moved all of Aria's weight to my left arm and pulled her tight against my chest. With my free right hand, I reached out and casually caught the assassin’s right wrist in mid-air.Behind his red mask the assassin's eyes opened wide. He was trying to thrust his left dagger into my ribs, but I was in his guard, and I struck my knee hard into his stomach.There was a thunderous echo in the office.The assassin choked on his own blood, and his body bent in half from

I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the villa and stepped out into the freezing rain.The manicured lawns of the Sterling estate had become a muddy chaos of a war zone. There were 200 mercenaries in a huge semi-circle around the house. The dozens of headlights of cars and SUVs blazed in my direction with a flash of light.My cheap dress shirt was drenched with rain. There I was, with no weapons, looking down a row of assault rifles, machetes, and iron pipes.Arthur Cross was in the center of the mob, standing on the hood of a black armored truck. He appeared older and much more out of it than the last time I saw him at a corporate gala. His eyes were bloodshot, totally furious at the death of his only son.“You went out alone, you did! The thunderous voices of Arthur and his men were heard over a megaphone. He pointed at me with his shivering finger. Vance, where's the bitch? Drag Aria out here now, and I may kill you soon!I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to. I tapped a bit of

I didn't open the front doors of the villa. I ran straight through the brick wall next to them.I rushed into the grand foyer, and dust and broken masonry erupted. The air was thick and heavy inside the house, the smell of which was even fouler than the odour of a freshly dug grave. It was the crushing weight of an aura of Tier 4, a weight that was meant to push weaker cultivators to their knees.My second-layer core was spinning so hard it was pumping dark crimson energy through my veins. Passively, the Abyssal Devouring Art did not let the gravity destroy me, making the way clear."Aria!" I roared and followed the blinding silver light down the hallway.It took me 2 seconds to get to the study. The door was already made into sawdust, a thick mahogany door.The inside of the room was in shambles. Bookshelves were broken, and the old desk was reduced to firewood. Aria was now on her knees, with her left hand bleeding and held to her chest, in the middle of the devastation. Her beautif

The darkness didn't just hide the monsters; it bred them.The dozen pairs of blood-red glowing eyes were not afraid. The beasts came from the darkness with a simultaneous, piercing shriek, like grinding metal.They were Primordial Hounds. Huge, hairless wolves as big as grizzly bears, with thick leathery obsidian scales. Their jaws were open, exposing rows of clear, sharp, bone fangs that dripped with acidic saliva.Aria, stay behind me!" I had ordered, assuming a fighting position.I didn't have any weapons, and my Second Layer core was already stretched from the spatial jump, but it didn't matter. I was the Asura. I didn't have to use a sword to make a massacre.The first Hound jumped into the air, his head straight for my throat.I didn't step back. I took my place in its guard. I used my own black crimson QI to create a thick, solid layer of Abyssal mist that encased my right hand. I thrust my hand forward like a spear, and struck it right into the beast's open mouth and through t