Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 800 - 475: The Eight Hundred Malevolent Bodhisattvas_2
Chapter 800 -475: The Eight Hundred Malevolent Bodhisattvas_2
The masked leader sneered contemptuously and berated, “As the captain of the Wexler Clan’s Death Warriors, I represent our Family Clan and am here to take your life officially.”
Snow Wood faced death with equanimity, her gaze fixed on the hundred-plus masked assailants, “My strength is at the Saint Seat Seventh Level, and if I fight to the death, I might carve out a bloody path for myself. Moreover, we are only ten miles from Heavenly Moon City, and with the speed at the Saint Seat Seventh Level, a minute is enough to reach the city gates.”
Once she utilized her Divine Skill, she could forcibly raise her Realm to the Eighth Level. Facing these hundred men would subject her to a great backlash, but at this juncture, Snow Wood had no other choice.
“Arrange the array,” commanded the masked leader. The hundred people pooled their strength into one, suddenly elevating their leader’s strength to that of a Half-step Saint Emperor and increasing the pressure on the resolute Snow Wood.
Just then, a sudden presence descended, and a man halted everyone, “Not so fast, we’ll kill him in a moment. He ruined my son’s Cultivation during the daytime, and I want to see him squirm in desperation.”
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The newcomer was none other than the Family Head of the Wexler Clan, Parker Wexler. His son’s life was ruined, and to add insult to injury, several Elders within his clan were considering replacing his son as the Young Master, which infuriated him immensely.
During the day, because the City Lord was present, no matter how much his own son hated Snow Wood, he could only bow his head. But he swore to seek justice for his son, doesn’t matter how influential Snow Wood’s backing—the Snow Sky Sect from the three major powers of the Southern Desolation—was, is it more important than his son?
“I just want to ask, why didn’t you step back during the daytime? I said I could give you a Top-Grade Spirit Stone to minimize the issue, but you stubbornly refused. Do you understand what depriving someone of their Cultivation means? It’s worse than death. In the Outer Domain, you’re less than an ant without it.”
Parker Wexler, moving closer step by step, watched Snow Wood, “Aren’t you just from the Snow Sky Sect? Without that identity, what do you have to be proud of? I’m a Quasi-Saint Emperor, not any worse. Let’s see if your esteemed Snow Sky Sect will show up to save you, crossing tens of thousands of miles.”
“It was your son who bullied others by exploiting his position, and just so happened to cross paths with me. Normally in Heavenly Moon City, because of the Wexler Clan, no one dares to hold him accountable. Isn’t it just like you saying I rely on the Snow Sky Sect—isn’t he relying on you? Even if he hadn’t run into me today, he would have encountered someone else he shouldn’t provoke in the future.”
Facing off against a Quasi-Saint Emperor, Snow Wood showed not a trace of fear, “You should even feel grateful, as I spared him his life by stepping back that one step. Others wouldn’t have been as merciful as me. Besides, losing Cultivation doesn’t mean becoming worthless. It just means you can’t Cultivate, not that you can’t understand the Rule. If one truly has the potential, they can enter the path through the Rule.”
Parker Wexler knew Snow Wood was speaking the truth; his son had always been reckless and misbehaving in Heavenly Moon City, and he had indulged him since he was his only son. In his mind, within the confines of the minor Heavenly Moon City, other than a few people associated with the City Lord, everyone else was insignificant.
Nonetheless, he didn’t care and remained unmoved. The fact that his son had lost his Cultivation was concrete, and Snow Wood had to pay the price regardless of how justifiable her arguments were—it was a father’s responsibility.
“You still carry yourself so high and mighty?” Parker Wexler released the oppressive aura of a Quasi-Saint Emperor. This wasn’t what he had expected. He thought his well-laid trap would have Snow Wood trembling with remorse, filled with regret over what happened during the day, and continuously begging for forgiveness.
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“What do you want, to intimidate me into apologizing just to kill me afterward? It’s a pity that I, even in death, will not stoop to acting the coward,” she stated.
Snow Wood gathered her Divine Skill, fixing her gaze on Parker Wexler, “I’ve never fought a Quasi-Saint Emperor before. Today, let you and I vow a fight to the death to see the difference between us.”
“Good. Let’s see if you can withstand a single move!” Parker Wexler ran out of patience, preparing to take action against Snow Wood, knowing all too well that if they delayed any longer, the Powerhouses of Heavenly Moon City might sense something and rush to the scene.
However, at that moment, a powerful aura enveloped the area. Then, a man appeared in front of Snow Wood, unleashing a Divine Skill that neutralized Parker Wexler’s attack.
As everyone looked on in bewilderment, the man bowed to Snow Wood, “Miss, I am your Guardian Protector. The Sect Leader arranged for me to secretly protect you and remain in hiding, not revealing myself unless absolutely necessary.”
This was both a declaration of his own identity and an explanation for why he hadn’t appeared when Snow Wood’s followers were being killed earlier. His only responsibility was to ensure Snow Wood’s safety.
“Elder Snow!” As soon as he saw the newcomer, Snow Wood was shocked. Elder Snow was the Fifth Elder of the Snow Sky Sect, a Quasi-Saint Emperor, and held great prestige within the sect. He had been extremely kind to her when she was a child.
Ten years ago, when she had just begun to venture out for martial experience, Elder Snow went into seclusion. In those ten years, they hadn’t seen each other even once.
In that instant, Snow Wood realized something—Elder Snow wasn’t in seclusion; he had been her Guardian Protector all along, secretly ensuring her safety.
No wonder that this time, when coming to Heavenly Moon City, although it was thousands of kilometers away, her father had only sent a few dozen ordinary subordinates, not one first-rate expert. With Elder Snow around, what was there to fear?
After exchanging greetings with Snow Wood, Elder Snow turned to Parker Wexler: “Isn’t this too much? Attempting murder on a member of the Snow Sky Sect? The Wexler Clan truly has some nerve.”
With a Quasi-Saint Emperor entering the fray, the situation was immediately reversed. Now, Parker Wexler faced two choices: to apologize to Snow Wood promptly in the hope of being forgiven by the Snow Sky Sect, or to continue the assassination attempt. If the two of them were killed, the situation would still be in his favor.
However, to deal with another Quasi-Saint Emperor from the Snow Sky Sect was something Parker Wexler wasn’t confident about. Moreover, a battle would definitely take a long time and would no doubt attract the attention of Heavenly Moon City. It seemed to Parker Wexler that he was faced with an irreversible disadvantage. Was he just supposed to accept his fate?
“Apologize to the young lady right now, and your Wexler Clan might still have a chance to survive. If you persist in your folly, the Wexler Clan will be struck off throughout the Outer Domain,” Elder Snow demanded, his aura erupting, the oppressive might of a Quasi-Saint Emperor bearing down. Parker Wexler was not intimidated but knew the other’s strength was no less than his own.
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After pondering for a moment, Parker Wexler looked at his hundred or so Death Warriors: “I’ll hold off Elder Snow, you go after Snow Wood. I don’t believe she can fight off over a hundred people alone.”
“You dare?” Elder Snow was enraged upon hearing these words. He hadn’t expected that Parker Wexler would still not flee even after he had appeared. Snow Wood was the future Sect Leader of the Snow Sky Sect—if she suffered even a minor injury, who could bear that responsibility?
“The situation has come to this, and I no longer have a choice. Whether I retreat now or not, I can’t bear the wrath of the Snow Sky Sect and the City Lord, can I? The best choice is certainly to continue the pursuit of Snow Wood and then take the Wexler Clan to flee the Southern Desolation. The Outer Domain is vast; there are places where the Snow Sky Sect cannot find us,” Parker Wexler mused, his killing intent spreading as he ordered, “In the name of the Wexler Family Clan, show no mercy—today, Snow Wood must die.”
Over a hundred Death Warriors immediately surged forward. Snow Wood alone couldn’t handle them. Elder Snow wanted to help, but he was held back by Parker Wexler, who was also of Saint Emperor Realm.
A battle between Quasi-Saint Emperors was naturally earth-shattering, and seeing Snow Wood being attacked without any power to retaliate, Elder Snow was extremely anxious. He was her Guardian Protector, and he couldn’t let anything happen to her.
“Miss, run towards Heavenly Moon City. The fight here must have alerted them; in a few minutes, the City Lord will surely bring troops. Elder Snow shouted while splitting his focus to cast a Divine Skill, temporarily repelling the hundred-plus Death Warriors to buy Snow Wood a moment to escape. She looked at Elder Snow with concern and then fled towards Heavenly Moon City.
The hundred-plus Death Warriors quickly pursued. Although Snow Wood’s realm was higher than theirs, the previous battle had left her injured and drained of strength, so she was quickly overtaken.
Once again surrounded, Snow Wood felt utterly desperate: “Heavenly Moon City is only a few miles away. Could it be that I still can’t escape?”
