CHAPTER 492 THE EXTREMELY POWERFUL RULE CULTIVATOR (PART TWO)

"You..."

The transparent man's voice was full of fear and disbelief. It seemed that he was overwhelmed by the

older man's presence.

"Master!" His voice was full of venom and menace rather than of respect when he greeted the older

man. It was evident that he feared and loathed the older man at the same time.

"Master? How dare you call me master!" the older man shouted in a stone-cold voice as he

reciprocated the transparent man's stare with another vicious gaze.

"Hahahaha!" To the old man's surprise, the transparent man started to laugh maniacally. "You finally

came! You haven't come for me for thousands of years, why are you here all of a sudden? To kill me?

That made me wonder why?"

"You don't have to know why. I can kill you myself if I want to!" The older man's voice was full of

contempt and determination. It was clear that all he wanted right now was for the transparent man to be

killed.

"Ha! Let me guess. You are here for him, am I right?" The transparent man reckoned while pointing his

shabby finger at Darren. Then he added, "Tell me who this guy is, that he even made you come here?"

"I won't repeat myself for the third time. You don't have the right to know," the older man scorned.

"Humph. Do you really think that you can kill me? Besides, even if you can kill me, don't you fear that

the Sacred Palace will give you trouble for that? Have you forgotten the order of the Sacred Palace?"

As the transparent man reminded the older man about the order, he didn't seem to be worried that the

older man killing him.

"You know very well the Sacred Palace's order. Do you really think that the Sacred Palace will protect

you when you don't have the value they need?" The older man smirked coldly as a response to the

transparent man.

After hearing this, the look on the transparent man's face changed. He froze as if he suddenly thought

of something important, and he shouted angrily at the older man, "Do you believe that this guy can

replace me? No way! It will never happen!"

"Die!" the older man announced without answering the transparent man's question. He opened up a

golden shield to protect Darren, Horace, and Rocky first, then with one swift motion, he directly charged

at the transparent man.

Countless golden runes were launched at the transparent man, breaking up his body from limb to limb.

But after only several seconds, the transparent man made his body condensed again. This time, he

was able to gather all his body parts and transformed them as a whole again. Determined to fight back,

the transparent man launched countless skeleton soldiers made of pale golden runes at the older man.

"The true rule! Both of them are using the complete true rule!" Horace mumbled in awe while he and

Rocky watched at the corner.

"I guess I know who this older man is," Rocky added, still mesmerized at the heated battle that was set

before his eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I also know him. He must be the extremely powerful rule cultivator on the top floor of the

Medicine Pavilion in the southern land. He was the one responsible for supervising the rule cultivators

around the whole world for thousands of years by now. It is him that makes sure that they don't cause

any significant troubles."

In fact, the eastern land was a sacred place for all rule cultivators. Besides, it was also the place where

the three evil sects were born. There were countless powerful rule cultivators there, and many of them

were potent enough to kill a three-star martial arts grand warrior, or even four-star martial arts grand

warrior, like Horace, Rocky, and Louis. Oliver, who had just died, was even more powerful than the

three of them combined when he was alive.

But, how could the powerful rule cultivators from the evil sects not cause any big troubles in the Bottom

Spiritual World? How would that be possible?

That might be because of the existence of the extremely powerful rule cultivator in the Medicine

Pavilion. People who were as influential as Horace or even more powerful than him would all be

supervised by the older man. If he failed to do that, the Bottom Spiritual World would have been under

the three evil sects' control a long time ago!

Yet, on the other hand, he also received an order from the Sacred Palace. He could only supervise

powerful rule cultivators so they wouldn't cause troubles. He could not kill them, and his orders were

limited only to supervision. In fact, most of the rule cultivators out there were as powerful as a martial

artist at the top level of a three-star grand warrior at most.

"Why did such a powerful rule cultivator come here for our master? I wonder, how are they related?"

In all truths, the older man didn't have the right to suppress the transparent man as long as he didn't

cause any trouble outside this land. Besides, according to the transparent man's words, he seemed to

be protected by the Sacred Palace's order as well!

"I have no idea. But the transparent man is also very powerful. He can resist most of the older man's Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

attacks. That's quite impressive."

While concealed in the far corner of the dungeon, Horace and Rocky talked while observing the fight.

The transparent man and the older man both used their rule power to attack each other. If the older

man hadn't sealed the place, it would have already been entirely shattered by now.

"They are just too powerful, each of them! Judging from their powers, I guess they can even fight a

seven-star martial arts grand warrior," reckoned Horace.

"Maybe you are right. They are indeed very powerful," responded Rocky.

As warriors, Horace and Rocky both knew that a seven-star grand warrior was a threat to everyone. If a

seven-star grand warrior was triggered to a fight, he would probably break the whole Bottom Spiritual

World with just one blow!

"Look! The transparent man is about to lose," exclaimed Rocky while pointing at the battle scene where

the transparent man was lying flat on his back.

During their fight, the transparent man was trashed and trampled by the older man again and again.

But each time, he had recovered and stood still firm and fighting. This time, the older man used another

true rule, directly suppressing his broken body.

"Damn it! Lawrence, you old bastard! You make me do it! You have to die now!" A vicious and angry

voice echoed in this empty space, along with the colossal blow of golden runes. The dungeon was

shaken and was on the verge of being shattered.

On the stone table, the withered blood-red body moved—its arms, its legs, its head, and all the

shriveled body parts came to life.