Somewhere a stalwart young man with a red hair and starry eyes, squinted eyes, exhaled
"Am bound to win the inheritance, slay everything on the way whether god or devil!" he declared solemnly as he disappeared rushing to the location.
At another place a young man radiating a terrifying chill like asura licked his lips sinisterly
"This inheritance my Devil clan is bound to win!"
A young man with a terrible coercion caused by saber intent looked towards the direction and clenched his fists. He was determined to win the opportunity.
In this era of battle, nobody want to be left behind. Even though it is surreal that they are already sages at a tender age, they very well know the distance between a sage and an emperor.
It is a natural chasm that have kept many geniuses lingering for epochs. So every opportunity counts.
Another place a young man exuding a terrifying dragon might was seated on a mount and making his way to the cave abode.
"Master let us be faster, there are some terrifying sage beasts in this realm," Alna urged.
"Okay," Maht said. They rushed to the location.
A young man surrounded by ladies radiating immortal fragrance, stood up elegantly and motioned his fellow clan members to rush to the cave abode.
Tarh has been very happy, these days; him and Aolig have been hitting it off for some time now. At least they could be considered friends.
"Brother let us go , I have a feeling that something is calling me there," Aolig urged as they rush to the destination using their flight artifact.
Mavlak patted her back lovingly.
"Brother will help you get it," Mavlak assured her with confidence.
"Thank you brother," Aolig said smiling like a flower.
"Mavlak are you sure, you are not the only one who improved over the past few months,"
Tarh said meaningfully.
Aolig glared at him. Tarh's mouth twitched.
"I will help you too," Tarh said awkwardly. Aolig smiled resplendently like a flower. Tarh gulped down his saliva.
He wanted to say something until he saw Mavlak glaring at him like a tiger.
T
arh subconsciously shut his mouth. Even though him and Mavlak might joke being friends, he knows that he is not really Mavlak's opponent.
Mavlak practices war dao which makes him a very formidable opponent. That's why he is dubbed 'war maniac' among his peers. The more he fights the stronger he gets.
Few minutes later many geniuses and heavens chosen were already gathered in front of the cave abode, looking at it with greed.
"Damn that's ice fairy Vena, I didn't even know she came to join the fun," someone said pointing to a young lady with a terrifying chilly aura around her keeping people miles away from her.
Most of the heavens chosen from other emperor level forces became apprehensive. Not that they are afraid but the competition has gone a notch further.
"Is like she has cultivated her emotionless dao to a new level," Maht said warily. Ice temple is a very terrifying Sect mostly made up of women, moreover they have fewer disciples than others but people are always wary of them because of their formidable emperor scriptures and techniques.
The dao they practice is very rare and very terrifying.
"That's the lecherous sword immortal," someone recognized Tarh.
"Don't be deceived by his behavior," another person said warily.
Some of the people cultivators couldn't help but look at him twice
"So handsome," someone giggled. Tarh waved at them. Most of the women blushed.
"Hmph! Tarh how about we learn from each other," Grayl said with anger like a wounded lion.
"I heard Tarh slept with his girlfriend, it seems that it's true!"
People started discussing spiritedly, they couldn't wait to see them fight. After all they are both cream crop heaven chosen. It is bound to be epic.
Everybody looked at Tarh to see his response. Even the heavens chosen were internally excited.
They couldn't wait to see them go thereby seeing their strength and trump cards.
"Hehe, it is not my fault that you cannot satisfy your girlfriend, she was screaming like a bitch when I fucked her. It is a pity!" Tarh sneered.
Some female cultivators couldn't help but giggle, some were disgusted. Maht grinned ' as expected of Tarh' he thought.
"You…!" Grayl said trembling with anger and shame. He felt like hiding in the ground.
"You what, come let me teach you a lesson," Tarh chuckled shamelessly drawing his sword.
He has succeeded in affecting his opponent emotionally.
"Who do you think will win?" Aolig asked Mavlak.
"I think Tarh will gain the upper hand," Mavlak chuckled. Every heaven chosen basically saw through Tarh's plot.
Grayl is currently emotionally unstable.
It was then that the door of the cave abode opened. That caused the confrontation to come to an end.
A middle aged man with sage like temperament came out.
"That's the artifact spirit," someone said meaningfully. That means that the cave abode is an artifact.
That is quite rare. Some people became gloomy.