Alex frowned. Quickly, he came to his senses and put away the ring before looking at Sion.
Sion snorted coldly. “Why are you looking at me? You killed Ale, the Divine Heir of Olympus, and snatched his storage ring. Do you still think you can escape? The entire Mount Olympus is inside a force field. No one can open it without the Olympian Army god’s edict. Even deities would find it hard escaping this place.”
Alex said, “I can leave alone without any issue. What I’m considering is, are you worthy of my rescue? Because I find that you’re a bit despicable.”
‘What?’ Sion was about to jump up.
‘How dare he uses such an adjective to describe me?’
At that time, rumbling footsteps approached, and someone rushed over. The decisive Alex yanked Sion over, entering the Cleansing Vase. The Cleansing Vase was placed on the bed.
However, this strange treasure had stepped out of the three realms and did not exist in the five elements. It could manipulate invisibility so that no one could find it.
He had conducted a test before. The Cleansing Vase was right in front of Lord Buddha of Dairaionji Temple, yet he could not see it.
Boom!
The entire Olympian Army rushed in and saw the Divine Heir lying on the ground. The next second, all sorts of roars and wails could be heard.
Then, a Supreme of the Olympus Tribe came over and checked Ale’s condition. Eventually, he shook his head. Ale was decapitated, and his soul was destroyed, so there was no chance to save him at all.
An old lady hugged the corpse and cried in pain. She was Ale’s aunt, who treated Ale like her own flesh and blood since childhood. “Ah!!! My Ale! Who was it? Who killed you so viciously? Find him. You guys have to find the culprit. I’m going to skin him alive and refine his soul.”
They saw Sion’s dead maid on the ground, but they did not see her.
“Are you saying that… I’m just a pretty face?”
Alex ignored her glare and heaving chest as she was close to an outburst of rage. He continued, “If you hadn’t had this little connection, I would’ve ignored you. Fine, it’s fine to be just a pretty face or behave like an ornament. All of these are to show respect to my senior so that the Nine-Tails Tribe will have one more survivor. Just leave the rise of Nine Tails Tribe to my senior from now on.”
Sion’s expression became strange. “Your senior? Who is your senior?”
Alex replied, “The Plenilune Sect’s sect master, the inheritor of the pure Nine-Tails bloodline.”
“What?!”
Sion’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Are you serious? The Plenilune Sect still exists? Where is it? Take me there. I’ll promise anything you request.”
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