CHAPTER 482 FINLEY IS POWERFUL (PART TWO)

"What the hell is it? What on earth? It's the force from a small space! Block his rule power! Quick!

Quick! Hurry up now!"

The three old men realized what was happening only when the violent piercing force had reached

them. But alas, it was already too late for them to take any action. Under a huge dragging force, they all

disappeared from the secret room in a fraction of an instant. The force was like a black hole, leaving no

strong cultivators behind, except perhaps one of their cloaks.

Now it became Finley's job to deal with the three old men, who had currently been transmitted into the

Ancient Void Battlefield. And Finley was looking forward to it.

"Finley, I have transmitted three old guys into the Ancient Void Battlefield. They are hard nuts to crack.

Entertain our guests with everything you're capable of! This is your specialty!"

Darren came into the Ancient Void Battlefield as well. At the exact moment he talked to Finley with his

spiritual sense, the latter appeared in front of him like a ray of lightning. Finley looked inquiringly at

Darren.

"Why are you so fond of inviting unexpected guests for me to treat, Darren? I don't like entertaining

people! You should bring me some gifts for the hard work I do here. Do you know how exhausting it is

to teach those dreadful warriors a lesson by kicking their asses, dude? Maybe you should take my

place to know how exhausting it really is!" said Finley with a cheeky grin.

"I'm the owner of the Ancient Void Battlefield. You live here and breathe the spiritual energy here. Didn't

you feel ashamed when you spoke those words? Don't you have any pride? What's more, dude, you've

consumed all my magic herbs. You should show your gratitude that I haven't yet found fault with you for

that reason or asked you to replace all my magic herbs." Darren returned Finley's smile with a much

more brilliant one.

The three old men watched the two young lads chatting and joking with each other with wide eyes.

They did not understand a thing of what was taking place.

"Are you really the controller of this small space?"

"We don't know who you are, nor do we care to know. You'd better let us out of this weird space,

otherwise we'll ruin it without mercy. And we are that powerful!"

Although the three senior warriors already felt stunned for that unbelievable fact, they still tried to retain

the composure on their faces and speak with hubris. They even tried to stick their chests out and

straighten their shoulders to show that they were not scared.

"Kill now!" Darren uttered this command as response to the senior men's challenge.

"As you wish," replied Finley flatly, before readying himself for the command. He then raised his hands

gracefully to launch an attack at his targets, as if he had done it 1, 000 times before.

Harsh noises in succession filled the air all of a sudden. There was also lightning shimmering all

around the air with sounds of thunder every few seconds.

The three grand-elders adopted their best defensive skills. But Finley's attack was so forceful that none

of them worked to ward it off. The three old men backed off several steps due to the violent pushing

force. To their surprise, they realized that that was a force stronger than theirs.

"What the hell...What is this...What is going on?"

They looked at each other with shock on their faces, their bodies trembling with surging fear in their

hearts. Their palms started sweating—in fact, they started sweating all over from terror.

"Poor rule cultivators! It seems your defensive skills are useless before me. In that case, do you think

you have a chance to survive? I'd think very hard and carefully if I were in your place now!" sneered

Finley with irony in his eyes, and a smirk on his mouth.

Since rule cultivators were weak in physical strength, they had to be strong in defensive skills for

survival. They would have no chance to attack, even though their attacking skills might be extremely

forceful. If a powerful martial artist approached them and broke all their defensive skills, they would

definitely be doomed.

"Yes, they are useless to you. But I don't think you can kill us, either. No matter how hard you try, we'll

resist you!" said the most capable grand-elder.

His eyes sparkled with a glint of cunning. He suddenly murmured spells to pour more energy into the

rune in his hand. Huge terrifying space cracks appeared out of nowhere. They twirled and twirled,

ready to absorb whatever they were commanded to.

"You two hide inside the space crack. This is our last chance!" shouted the oldest man at his two

brothers nervously. The other two elders were dragged into the space crack upon his loud commanding

voice. Then, he himself also escaped to the space crack.

"Hide in the space crack? Really? Ha! Do you think you can escape that way? If so then you have

another thing coming!" Finley looked at their shadows disappearing in the space crack as if he was

witnessing the most stupid thing in the world. He even chuckled to himself, holding back laughter.

The inside of space cracks was extremely repugnant as it was full of rampant currents of distorting

rules. There was a very slim chance for them to survive in the space crack. And Finley knew that very

well.

But Finley didn't want them to die that easily. So he stretched out his hand and thrust it into the space

crack.

"Here is the first one. Hello there, did you think you had escaped me? Think again!" Finley retrieved his Belongs © to .

hand and dragged one of the old men out of the space crack, who seemed in quite a mess. The space

crack really did a number on him.

"The second and the last one. Here you are, hello there, welcome back, ha-ha-ha!"

The other two elders were dragged out from the space crack as well. They were all thrown on the

ground like dying dogs. It was obvious they were disoriented.

Fear was clearly visible on the faces of the three elderly warriors, as they had already experienced the

dreadful forces inside the space crack. And now they feared Finley, who had managed to bring them

back from the space crack.

"Your spatial skill is so strong. How did you learn all that? No, it's impossible! No one can have such a

powerful spatial skill! It's just impossible!"

"Your spatial skills are nothing in front of me, old guys! Let me show you what real spatial skills are!

Watch closely now!"

Finley fetched a piece of space with his hand. Then he folded it several times, tore it off into strips, and

kneaded it together as if he were playing with a piece of paper. The three grand-elders watched with

wide, amazed eyes. Finley knew his audience was bewitched.

"Uh, Wow...That's...That's... unbelievable!" sighed the grand-elder, who was able to use some spatial

rules, but not like Finley.

He felt so excited that tears came to his eyes. He could not believe such skill existed.

"There is no hatred between us, sir. Would you please forgive our arrogance and let us go? We mean

you no harm."

The three grand-elders felt shocked and admired Finley's powerful spatial skills. They addressed him

with respect and begged for mercy. They were humbled before Finley now.

"There is no use begging for my mercy, old guys. You have to ask him, the owner of this world, not me."

Finley shrugged at the three old men while casting a direct knowing look at Darren.