“Great Icebound Spell!”
“Old bast*rd! Just freeze!”
The Great Icebound Spell was the strongest ice attribute move in the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. Alex deliberately wanted him to die inside, so naturally, he would not hold back.
Julian found layers of thick, icy blue ice had condensed around himself in the blink of an eye. Surprisingly frigid, he unexpectedly shuddered all over when he touched the ice wall, even at his cultivation. It was so cold his limbs couldn’t help but twitch lightly.
Buzz!
Julian summoned Kylin Flame and wrapped it around his body, preventing himself from taking any damage. Julian had long been unable to bear Alex’s insults but knew that, as of now, there was nothing he could do about Alex. In desperation, he had no choice but to beat around the bush. “A request. I request a truce. Brat, which sect’s expert are you? You possess such a powerful ice attribute technique even though you’re so young. Could you be a favored disciple from the Snow Flower Shrine? I am Julian Fourcade from the ancient noble Fourcade family of the Eastern Plain. My family is acquainted with your Snow Flower Shrine, so you’d better not start a friendly feud.”
Alex said scornfully, “To hell with the ancient noble family. I want all of you Fourcade’s dead someday. No one will be spared!”
“What? Are you perhaps not a Snow Flower Shrine member?”
“Snow Flower Shrine, my *ss. I’m the Fourcades’ grim reaper.”
“Huh..?”
Julian stared intently at Alex as rage filled his eyes. At that moment, Alex somehow looked increasingly similar to William from the Rockefeller family. A thought immediately crossed his mind-
Could this man be William Rockefeller’s son?
“Are you William Rockefeller’s son, an evil remnant of the Rockefeller’s?”
Since Alex had been recognized, he did not deny it. “That’s right. I’m your Grandpa Rockefeller. I’ll first kill you, old bast*rd, and your two bast*rd grandsons today. After a while, I’ll go for your ancestor in the Fourcade family and behead him as my pisspot.”
The words made Julian yell and curse in inconsolable rage.
“Abomination! The evil remnant of the Rockefeller family! We almost wiped out your entire Rockefeller family! Your grandfather is crippled! Your father is even more miserable! My ancestor will soon plant the soul successfully in him! He will soon become a slave and suffer a fate worse than death for the rest of his life! How many boats do you think you can rock, you bast*rd? You will only end up dead if you go against the Fourcade’s! But… I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll give you a chance. Give up retaliating right away and become the Fourcade family’s vassal. The Fourcade’s will let you off the hook and won’t kill every last one of you. What do you think?”
Unexpectedly, this epee’s weight surpassed his arm strength, 330,000 pounds. This was awfully exaggerated, an epee of such enormity could crush an expanse of people with a single press.
Buzz!
Alex blessed himself with divine power before he could pick up the Dao Killing Sword again.
“Die!”
Alex picked up the epee and painted it at the ice bounded Julian before slaying him with a slash.
At that moment, underground energy unexpectedly gushed out and instantly shook the place non-stop. The earth layer shifted, and the ice cracked from the shock as they were swallowed by some kind of unknown energy.
“Oh crap! This world is starting to collapse!”
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