Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2244 - 2242 The Sword of Hicks
Chapter 2244: Chapter 2242: The Sword of Hicks
Chapter 2244 -2242: The Sword of Hicks
“Impressive skills indeed!”
Even Ethan Smith didn’t dare assume superiority in face of the self-explosion of the three True Saints combined with the peculiar techniques of Grey Imprint.
Activating his cosmic form, he crossed his enormous arms protectively in front of him.
Ethan was blasted a kilometer away, he patted his somewhat numb arm, his eyes glaring frostily at Gray Imprint.
“Enough games, now it’s your turn.”
Ethan said coldly.
“Ha ha, how arrogant, do you think my techniques are nothing more than this?”
Laughed Gray Imprint.
Suddenly, a burst of blood-red light fiercely erupted from his head. A fist-sized blood sphere wrapped around his divine soul and rapidly fled away. His whole body’s Qi blood violently ignited and he moved so fast that it was hard to react.
“He actually ran away? He was even forced to use blood escape by Ethan.”
Starry-eyed looked a little incredulous.
“Think he could get away?”
Ethan spoke coldly, his feet stepping on the line word formula, his hands casting Shrinking Ground Into An Inch, assisted by his Wind-Riding Boots.
In an instant, he had already arrived above the blood-red bead, and then he sternly clawed down.
A trace of spiritual fire violently burned Gray Imprint’s Divine Sense.
“Ah! Spare me! The Blood Sect will never let you go if you kill me.”
Gray Imprint let out a sharp, dreadful scream.
Ethan increased the burning of the spiritual fire with indifferent expression, directly eradicating his soul.
“Heath, are you alright?”
Ethan arrived at Heath’s side, asking with concern.
At this moment, due to the excessive consumption of his divine sense, Heath’s hands and feet were constantly shaking.
Blood constantly seeped from his nose and mouth, recently he had suffered inhumane torment.
“I’m fine, brother. Thank you for saving me.”
He said with difficulty, and immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to stand any longer.
“Go rest inside for a bit, don’t resist Heath.”
Ethan enveloped Heath with Mount Sumeru’s Qi and sent him into the space.
With Sara and Little Can there, his recovery should be much faster.
Ethan glanced coldly at the three people in the distance, he didn’t make a move.
Debts have owners, it was the Wilson family who cut off Frederick Cohen’s hands.
But if these three continued to remain ignorant, he wouldn’t mind showing them a little of his capabilities.
“Thinking oneself invincible by killing these three old heads?”
Starry-eyed’s face was full of cold light.
“Forget it.”
Edgeless said with a frown.
“Just like that?” Starry-eyed appeared disgruntled.
“Just report this incident to the Blood Sect.”
Edgeless said faintly, Ethan’s formidable strength was far beyond his expectations.
“Alright, the Blood Sect will teach him a lesson.”
Starry-eyed’s face revealed a cold smile.
At this moment, in a sect within the Purgatory Eighth Layer, a middle-aged man exuding an aura of power simply from his presence was looking at the three broken Jade Pendants in front of him, and furiously smashed the cup in his hand onto the ground.
“Dispatch all our forces, we must find out who killed Grey Imprint and the others!”
“Grey Imprint and the others were investigating the entrance to the Mystic Realm, could someone else have killed them to silence them because they knew the same news?”
Behind him, an old man said calmly.
“The location of the Mystic Realm was given to me by the sect’s ancestors, logically no one else should know.” The middle-aged man shook his head.
…
Within Purgatory Eighth Layer, amidst many demonic qi and terrifying demonic beasts, a person in white robes was quietly sitting on the ground.
By his side, the terrifying demonic beasts were unconsciously avoiding that domain.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his pupils gazing into the depths.
Ethan Smith suddenly felt a pang in his heart, a terrifying sensation rising from his divine sense. His pupils were drawn to the depths of purgatory, where at that moment, his divine sense felt a suffocating sharpness.
Hundreds of thousands of meters away, the sharpness seemed capable of piercing through his divine sense.
As the sword intent of the white-robed figure rose, the swordsmen in purgatory suddenly found their swords trembling violently, ready to unsheath at any moment.
“What’s happening?”
A cultivator struggled to control his own sword.
“I can’t control my Flying Sword either!”
Someone shouted.
…
Ninth-layer Purgatory
“Is Hicks about to make a move? It’s rare to see him so serious.”
Uncle Duncan looked towards the eighth-layer Mystic Realm, sharing his thoughts.
“He’s indeed a prodigy; it’s a shame he’s not willing to join our sect. Uncle Duncan, who do you think he’s going to strike?”
Emersyn Duncan looked at Punishing Evil’s sword in hand, speaking with a sense of regret.
“Unclear. The exile from the Holy Region has been here for over eight hundred years and should not have any enemies. It’s unknown who this sword intent is aimed at.”
“His talent is top-tier even in the Holy Region. I wonder why he was exiled here.”
Emersyn frowned, commenting.
Punishing Evil looked at the eighth layer expressionlessly, his thoughts unknown.
Hicks stood up, step by step, heading towards the Seventh Layer.
The sound of a sword resonated from the Eighth Layer Space, throughout the Seventh Layer Space, filling the entire Purgatory with its clear ring.
A sword shadow appeared above Hicks, one born from two and two from three, multiplying into thousands of sword shadows.
“Why is Hicks targeting that guy?”
“That guy seems to be from the Holy Region as well. He caused a big commotion in the Black Platform Continent, he’s probably on the Holy Region’s Wanted Order.”
“Hicks was also a prodigy exiled here more than eight hundred years ago. There are so many abnormal individuals from the Holy Region.”
In Ethan’s divine sense, the image of a person appeared. It was the guy in white robes, wielding a sword and advancing step by step.
Although his pace was slow, it felt as unavoidable as a sword to Ethan.
Veins on Ethan’s face bulged as his willpower fought back against the sword intent.
It was a battle of mental persistence.
“Why isn’t he moving?”
Emersyn asked, slightly curious.
“Hicks’s sword intent has locked onto him. If he can’t break free from the sword intent, he’s done for. Such terrifying sword intent, even as a bystander, I feel like my divine sense is going to tear apart.”
Uncle Duncan sighed.
Punishing Evil looked at the slightly agitated sword, lightly touched the hilt, and the sword finally calmed down.
The deep fascination Hicks had for his sword, and Ethan’s own strong mental resistance against it was at play.
Hicks came in front of Ethan, his hand slowly raising.
The sword was aimed at Ethan’s heart, slowly thrusting out. The chilling sword blade swiftly punctured through Ethan’s body, aiming for the heart.
Ethan suddenly thought of the ordinary man who had been driven out of the Johnson family, the man who would improve himself even at the risk of complete self-destruction, the man his father had always believed in, and the stupid girl who was always waiting for her.
“This is absolutely, not my end! Hahahaha!”
Ethan burst out laughing, his long hair wavering wildly, breaking free of the terrifying sword intent with a sudden surge in his divine sense.
He stepped back, disappearing thousands of meters off in an instant.
He moved faster and faster, pushing the line word formula to its limit, and Shrinking Ground Into An Inch was running at top speed.
But the sword light was always just ahead of his chest, not slowing for even a moment.
Both figures moved swiftly as two streaks of light.
The Seventh Layer, the Sixth Layer, the Fifth Layer…
The terrifying speed frightened the observing cultivators.
Clang!
Ethan’s Silent Annihilation Fist fiercely slammed into the sword.
Punch after punch, within an instant, hundreds and thousands of punches landed on the sword.
