Chapter 1490 - Elizar Yantra's Scheme?
*Clang!~*
A figure abruptly emerged in front of Ancestor Tirea Snow as he grabbed the icy sword with his b.a.r.e hands. The sword’s sharp end tried to slice through, but it was blocked by the tough skin of his b.a.r.e hands while his claws held onto the blade, making scratching sounds.
Ancestor Tirea Snow’s tried to pull her sword back, but she couldn’t. Her unsympathetic eyes narrowed as she could see that the fey in front of her could compare to a Low-Level Law Rune Stage Powerhouse and a Low-Level Martial Overlord Stage Powerhouse! Nevertheless, she didn’t cower and stared at him with killing intent still blazing from her eyes.
Ulysses’s eyes narrowed at this unruly woman that his lips couldn’t help but move in disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.
"Beauty Snow, you don’t know what’s good for you. Obediently become my little brother’s woman or you will-"’
*Triing!~*
Ancestor Tirea Snow seamlessly parried his claw as her nimble figure revolved in the air while she slashed again. Her icy sword emitted a snowy hue, splitting the air and vibrating the space as it reached his waist.
*Clang!~*
Ulysses Claw stopped the blade with his b.a.r.e hands and sharp claws again, his feline eyes appearing to become cold from impatience to the blind arrogance that she had shown. However, he took a step back and suddenly retreated.
*Sizzle!~*
A burst of mighty crimson flames whirled around the spot he had just stayed at. Narrowing his eyes as he turned to look aside, he saw Ancestor Dian Alstreim arrive beside Beauty Snow, guarding her with a cold look on his face.
"So be it..."
"Elder brother, stop!"
His little brother’s voice echoed, causing him to look annoyed. However, gazing at Beauty Snow’s temperament and those cold eyes that even invoked the instinct of conquest in him, he smirked, understanding why his little brother would be so smitten with her.
Ignatius Claw arrived beside his elder brother, his abdomen looking all healed as there wasn’t a drop of blood over his skin. The White-Winged Tiger is a light-attributed magical beast, and consequently, he possessed the ability to heal extremely fast since he too possessed the blood of the White-Winged Tiger.
They were from the same father, after all, who was also a fey.
"Dian, Dian..." Ignatius Claw appeared exasperated, "I made you a toast of benefits, but you refused, willing to drink the toast of forfeit. You had your chance, so don’t blame me if something happens in the near future."
He grinned as he gestured with his fingers, "I’ll see you at the wedding, but I muse that you must cross plenty of people like me before you marry her. Good luck, and have fun!"
He turned around and left, followed by his stiff elder brother, who shot past in front of him later after he gave Ancestor Dian Alstreim a cold and heavy look.
Ancestor Dian Alstreim clenched his teeth as he saw them leave.
These bastards were still up to no good! Not only them, but he mused the days of harassment are going to continue until he would voluntarily give up Ancestor Tirea Snow.
They couldn’t get Beauty Snow? Fine!
However, Dian shouldn’t think about having her either!
Ancestor Dian Alstreim understood that such were their thoughts! It made him sick to the core, but Ancestor Tirea Snow was a proud swan d.e.s.i.r.ed by many toads. This wasn’t a simple matter that even Tirea Snow had no right to relay her intent as it would just be brushed off.
Davis, who was purely a spectator all this time, raised his hand, wanting to destroy many objects, when Ancestor Dian Alstreim’s voice echoed.
"Leave them be. At least, this will let them know that Tirea is mine and mine alone."
Davis blinked before he smirked.
"Grandpa, Grandma. How about I help you oversee the marriage and take care of guests who don’t know their place?"
"No need!" Ancestor Dian Alstreim snapped at Davis, "And stop with that! I may be a bit old, but my wife is utterly youthful!"
"Haha..."
Davis suppressed his laughter as he chuckled while Ancestor Tirea Snow’s expression also produced a heartened smile while she hid her face over her man’s c.h.e.s.t.
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A day passed in an instant.
Ancestor Dian Alstreim and Ancestor Tirea Snow wholeheartedly embracing each other during the sunset, creating a romantic scenery spread like wildfire along with the news of Ignatius openly courting Beauty Snow. Their projection made numerous powerhouses clench their teeth in jealousy and rage. Some of them were spurred to take action, plotting devious schemes, while some of them let it go.
"No! No!! No!!! That Imagery Stone is fake! It wasn’t me!!! An illusion! It’s a damn illusion!"
"Who would believe that, you bastard! Sc.u.m like you shouldn’t live, especially when you’re faking it as if you’re on our righteous side! If we let you go, then you’ll come for us Mystic Ice Sect maidens next!"
An enraged woman wearing a white veil bellowed as she followed him without losing distance, her palms gathering icy energy to strike again.
The one who was fleeing was none other than Ancestor Elizar Yantra!
He practically ran, no, flew with all his might while five powerhouses chased him towards the horizons. Tears fell from his eyes as his miserable silhouette could be seen by the populace of the Flowing Mist Sect.
He felt utterly humiliated and panicked for his life.
He was going to die! End up dead sooner than he could expect at this rate!
There’s no way he could shake off five powerhouses, and two of them were from his power, no, his previous power, since he was exiled just a while ago! Both Hiden Gilmore and Larzen Metaxas furiously chased him along with the others, intending to finish him off before he could spill any secrets of their power, but never did he expect that Sect Master Bing Luli, who was at the Eighth Stage, would catch him off-guard while interrogating, revealing her prowess that was at the Ninth Stage, instantly causing him to be critically injured that he lost the initiative to use his illusion arts to escape!
"Your entire Yantra Family would be judged if you don’t surrender yourself, Elizar Yantra!!!" Sect Master Bing Luli bellowed again, her icy Law Rune Stage undulations rising with intensity as she pointed at her target.
"No! It was not me...!"
Ancestor Elizar Yantra cried out in vain as it fell on deaf ears.
All these years, he was the one who conned people with illusions, creating false Imagery Stones for fun, sometimes scheming, but having the same thing done to him, except knowing that it was a real Imagery Stone that he had no idea of how it came into existence, his thoughts went to the only culprit in his mind.
"Xanbas, you bastard! I’m going to kill you!!!"
He screamed as he received a deadly frost icicle to the back!
*Clink!~*
The moment the icicle on his back collided dead-on, it blossomed into frost all around him, encasing him within a coffin of ice!