Chapter 690: Chapter 690: Spare No Man or Beast!_1
The aura of the Martial Saint Weapon swept in quickly!
Just a wisp of its lingering power forced Ethan Smith to retreat again and again!
Ethan quickly commanded Hadwin to stand in front of him to resist the residual power of the Martial Saint Weapon.
At this moment, the aura emanating from the Prajna Ruler was already bearing down on Vernon!
Ethan sneered repeatedly, immediately using his divine sense to control Vernon, raising his palm to meet it!
Vernon spread his enormous palm, reaching directly for the strand of Martial Saint aura!
“Seeking death!” Seeing this, Davy Barnett couldn’t help but shout!
The aura of the Martial Saint Weapon grew stronger as if it wanted to kill Vernon in one blow!
However, what level of existence was Vernon’s body? He was the protector of the Masked Woman’s Tomb, a being beyond the mighty realm cultivator!
His physical body was something the Martial Saint couldn’t hurt!
Vernon’s big hand pressed forward, easily resisting the residual power from the Martial Saint Weapon!
That aura, under Vernon’s palm, kept retreating backward!
Davy Barnett’s eyes widened, and his face turned extremely pale!
What was this? Was he able to easily block the Martial Saint Weapon with just his palm?!
Even the current Martial Saints might not be able to do this so effortlessly, right?
Before Davy could recover, Vernon’s palm was already advancing!
Davy’s face changed, and he turned to escape.
But how could Ethan give him such an opportunity? He immediately controlled Hadwin to step forward, blocking the door!
Hadwin was burly and blocked the door tightly.
Moreover, Vernon reached out his palm and snatched away the Prajna Ruler.
“You... give it back to me!” Davy Barnett was suddenly anxious!
He stretched out his hand to try to snatch the Prajna Ruler but was slapped away by Vernon’s palm.
After that, Vernon handed the Prajna Ruler to Ethan.
Ethan took the Prajna Ruler, grinning, “I didn’t expect there to be such unexpected gains...This Martial Saint Weapon belongs to me now!”
Davy Barnett’s face looked extremely ugly! Losing a Martial Saint Weapon was a big deal!
“Ethan Smith, give me back the Prajna Ruler! As long as you return it, I’ll agree to any terms!” Davy Barnett said anxiously.
He grabbed Davy’s collar and coldly asked, “Where’s Emily Taylor!”
Davy frowned and said, “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, you motherfucker!” Ethan grabbed Davy’s throat!
Davy tried to resist, but Ethan’s grip was incredibly strong, rendering him immobile!
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Davy gritted his teeth.
“You’re full of shit! Emily Taylor isn’t even in the prison!” Ethan screamed in anger, his grip on Davy’s throat growing tighter and tighter!
Davy’s face turned red, and he began to have trouble breathing.
Struggling, he said, “I...I told you, I don’t know... If the higher-ups want someone, they don’t need my permission...”
Ethan stared dead into Davy’s eyes, his anger almost making him lose his sanity.
Meanwhile, Davy’s face was turning a shade of purple, as if he would suffocate at any moment.
Ethan took a deep breath and released his grip on Davy.
“You’d better not be lying to me,” Ethan glared coldly at Davy.
Gasping for breath, Davy replied icily, “You think I call the shots in the Capital City Martial Arts Association? You’ve got an inflated opinion of me, then!”
“The higher-ups don’t need to explain their actions to me, do they?”
Ethan stood there, silent for a long time.
After a while, Ethan grabbed Davy and dragged him by the collar to the center of the Association’s Great Hall.
At the moment, many members of the Association were in the hall.
They stared nervously at Ethan, fear apparent in their eyes.
Ethan took a deep breath and said coldly, “Tell the higher-ups of the Capital City Martial Arts Association that I’m taking Davy Barnett with me today. I want them to exchange him for Emily Taylor.”
“Three days from now, if I don’t see Emily Taylor, I’ll kill Davy and destroy the Capital City Martial Arts Association!” Ethan said through gritted teeth.
Having said that, Ethan threw Davy to Vernon Sherman.
In Vernon’s grasp, Davy was like a helpless chick, unable to move.
Ethan then wielded his bronze sword and slashed it through the air.
A terrifying sword light shot across the Great Hall, slicing straight toward a tall building not far away!
Under this strike, the roof of the building was cut off clean. Then, the entire building started to buzz and tremble!
“If I don’t see Emily Taylor in three days... not a single soul will be spared!”
Ethan said coldly, his voice chilling to the bone, making people shudder.