Chapter 1368 Other Ways

1368 Other Ways

Primus' expression slowly returned to normal. Soon, it was as though nothing had happened. He gave Ryu another glance before turning toward lanjor and walking toward him.

Ryu frowned. It couldn't be that he planned to take out his frustration on lanjor, right? Although he hadn't shown it, he felt a great amount of shock when lanjor seemed to imply that Primus had stolen his eyes. He had a lot of hatred from his so-called great grandfather, but he still didn't believe that he would do such a thing, in fact he felt that he even somewhat comprehended the kind of person he was, which was why it was so surprising.

But even so, he could see a possibility of the first happening. But this? This wasn't just petty, it was pathetic.

Primus' hand reached out and lanjor couldn't even move beneath his might. The latter's forehead was sucked into Primus' palm.

"Interesting. Someone actually dares to touch my disciple like this."

Hearing this, several had a change in expression, of which Empana and Ryu were probably the worst. Empana never thought that lanjor would actually be the disciple of a Dao Sovereign, while Ryu never thought that his great grandfather would actually care to take a disciple.

But after seeing the state of lanjor's eyes, Ryu seemed to understand something. If Primus took a disciple, there had to be a reason, and it likely wasn't good. Now that he thought about it, Janjor's talent was never this good, his odds of making it even to the Dao Pedestal Realm was fairly low, barely 50%, let alone the Sky God Realm and beyond.

However, the lanjor he had met today was extremely talented, so much so that he could keep up with the likes of Empana even while holding back. There was something curious going on here.

At the same time, Ryu came to understand something else. Primus likely wasn't just here for him. A disciple was like a child, it could even be argued that lanjor's relationship with Primus should be deeper than his own with Primus. The amount of Karma he needed to close with Ianjor should be at least equal, if not surpassing him by a great measure.

lanjor struggled, but how could he do anything under Primus' might?

"I'm not your disciple, you bastard!"

Ianjor was furious. In his opinion, Primus was far too shameless to call him a disciple.

He remembered how excited he had been when he first became Primus' disciple. He didn't know who Primus was initially, all he knew was that he was an extremely powerful man far beyond his imagination. But very quickly, that dream became a nightmare.

Primus pulled his hand back and looked at his palm, seemingly calculating something.

At that moment, a flame sparked from his shoulder and leapt down, quickly forming a clone. This replica vanished into the void and the world fell into silence. Time seemed to tick by slowly, but in less than five minutes, the clone had appeared once more, this time, in its palm, the throat of a man with his hair singed and destroyed had appeared.

If those of the Seventh Heaven had been here, they would have been completely shocked. This was the current Patriarch of the Raging Inferno Sect. And if Ryu had paid more attention, he would have known that this was the very same Sect that Jojo and her band of junior brothers was from.

What was more important than all of that was that this man was a Dao Lord!

lanjor's countenance changed. How could he not recognize this man, this was the very same man who had taken his eyes!

"Mm, it should be him. It seems that he didn't dare to fuse with your eyes yet."

Primus raised another palm and a box flew out from the Patriarch's spatial ring and into his hands. He opened it and within was a pair of glistening red eyes that pulsed like polished gems.

Primus picked them up and before Ianjor could react, he forced them into his scarred eyes.

lanjor screamed out, grabbing his head, but Primus had already ignored him.. Indeed, he was finished with lanjor, he had already repaid their Karma.

"S-senior, please spare my life!" The Patriarch began to beg, realizing that he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Primus didn't even respond, his replica squeezing its palm and killing the man in a single move.

A wild surge appeared, before it could take form, Primus waved another hand and it was concentrated into his palm.

Primus looked up, not taking the energy in his hands seriously despite the fact it was the condensed essence of a Dao Lord.

"Alright, there's a simpler way to do all of this. For the next 10 years, no one can touch my great grandson."

There was more than one way to complete Karma. This was less convenient, but 10 years was nothing to him.