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"Huh?" Farrie Holaleth was stunned. Soon after, her little red lips pouted. "Insisting on saving face even till death. You shouldn't feel humiliated though, no one else in the entire Naran Continent's younger generation can handle the powerhouses from the upper realm, what lies above is still a mystery for everyone"

She thought John Stark was just being stubborn contrary to his character.

John Stark shook his head, deciding not to explain. However, he gave Farrie Holaleth a faint nod as he said, "However, I should still give my thanks."

Upon hearing Fair Sword's thanks, the princess giggled. Her eyes seemed to spin in thought as she looked towards the injury in John's chest, before she seated herself a hand's length away and said in a gentle voice, "You're injured, shall I help you clean your wound?"

John could not help but smile and say, "I'm not worthy to be treated by the fairy of Elpatria."

His relationship with Farrie was not that good before, they were called rivals by the continent. There were also multiple occasions when humans and elves fought to the death.

"Why?" Farrie pouted as she unhappily said, "Am I not a good healer? I'm just trying to be nice and friendly to everyone despite their origins. Huh, you don't know just how many people are dying to get treated by me."

John helplessly shook his head before saying "Help me apply some medicine, your highness."

Farrie darted over with a swish, her eyes glowing as she stared at the steel-like body of Fair Sword. He was born handsome but his training and spars gave him numerous ugly wounds.

The elf princess hastily withdrew her gaze, retrieved a bag of medicine and began properly applying some ointment for John.

"Have we lost them?" Asked the Fair Sword.

Farrie pridefully answered, "Relax, though I admittedly cannot beat them in a real fight, if we were to talk about escaping, even those upper realm invaders will only be able to eat my dust.

I believe that they can't even find a single trace of us now, so we are absolutely safe."

John gave a slight nod. "I'll rest for a few days and call all the humans participating in Spirity Bailiwick"

"What after?"

John stared at the clear waters of the stream. The scarred face reflected in its waters grinned slightly as a murderous intention was revealed.

"Make them pay of course..."

In a mountain forest far from where Farrie Holaleth and John Stark were located.

Rolo's expression was rather ugly as his gaze fell upon the seemingly endless mountain forests, blood appearing from the corner of his eye. It was obvious that he was using his searching eye technique again.

"Can't find them?" Upon seeing his expression, Salom's heart sunk slightly.

Rolo nodded. "She is too quick and has already thrown us off long ago. I can no longer find her."

Salom's expression was frosty as he sent a punch towards the giant tree in front of him, blowing it into splinters to release the fury in his heart.

They pretty much had no option left but to exchange injury for injury to hurt John Stark, creating a chance like that would be very difficult to find again in future. And yet, the Fair Sword had still been allowed to escape. This would undoubtedly become a huge danger to them.

Rolo Aur and his two companions were strangely calm while Salom Uqually was raging up.

Rolo Aur shook his head and said, "We cannot do anything about him now, it will be better to first let them leave their names on the Spirity Tablet."

He looked towards the two figures behind them.

Salom Uqually indifferently said, "Are you certain it will not end up benefiting the top-tier prided geniuses of the Naran Continent instead?"

Behind Rolo Aur, the fiery-red long haired girl from amongst the two laughed when she heard this and said, "Actually, you can personally try us."

It was Reema, her words were filled with provocation, clearly unafraid of Salom Uqually.

"How can anyone decent come from a place as tiny as the lower realm? The elders and others have gone senile."

The one who had spoken was a metal tower-like youth. Glowing imprints were faintly visible on his muscular body, while a trace of disdain was revealed on his face.

"Shut up, both of you." Retorted Rolo.

Salom's expression remained indifferent, with no anger whatsoever, as if he was aware of that beforehand. "That's good since there will be no one to collect your body when you'll be beaten to death after all of Naran Continent join hands against you."

After speaking, his figure moved, stepping in the air as he jumped into the sky.

The eyes of the two upper realm geniuses turned icy and were about to stop him but they saw Rolo Aur wave his hand, stopping them instead.

"There's no meaning in a battle of tongues. Use your actions to show your worth."

Rolo gazed at Salom's figure as he continued in a nonchalant voice, "The super elite prided geniuses are the mental pillar of the Naran Continent's younger generation. We only need to defeat them to destroy their morale, making it such that they would naturally no longer have any thoughts with regards to the blessings of the Spirity Bailiwick."

"That's why..."

He softly chuckled at the two individuals, a chuckle from which sinister chilling news flowed.

"From now onwards, we shall let those from the lower realm tremble under the shadow of our Las Filipinas.

~SWWIISSHH>

Dark gold qi shot across the horizon, eventually landing on a certain mountaintop as Theor Galearms's figure was revealed.

His expression was rather dark and stormy. During the day-long journey he took to rush here, he constantly tried to ask for information but did not discover any news about John Stark. The Spirity Bailiwick was just too vast.

"Continuing to search like a headless fly is far too ineffective." Theor frowned.

To obtain more information, he had to go where many were gathered.

"On the way here, the people in this area have been heading towards the southwest direction where a scaled pond is said to have appeared.

The pond is extremely mysterious and is rumoured to be the materialization of a top-tier blessing, it had strange protective scales." He said to the 10 martial masters of Bloodfang, who were with him.

"There should be many geniuses there, making it a hub of information. If I head there, I should be able to obtain news regarding Fair Sword."

Theor's eyes flickered. Without any further hesitation, his dark gold qi surged as he once again transformed into a ray of dark gold light that dashed into the sky.

After a few minutes, the tablet shined again.

"1st level Core Formation stage, Victor Benedict defeated and injured 6th level Qi Brightening stage, Argus Woska."

The name and description wreaked havoc in Spirity Bailiwick.

"A Core Formation expert was recognised by defeating a Qi Brightening stage?"

"What kind of bullshit is this? That's unfair."

"Every Core Formation expert can defeat Qi Brightening newbie, now I'm hundred percent sure that the tablet is broken."

The names were read by Bloodfang members as well, sheer anger arose in Ezra's eyes.

His Chaos force surged as numerous bolts scattered from his body, torturing the surrounding without any discrimination.

He said nothing and jumped into the sky, followed by black lightning.

A continuous mountain range appeared within Ezra's sights. Thick fog lingered in the sky above it all year round, making it impossible to clearly see the situation inside. Faint spiritual energy waves were also present within the mist, spreading an aura of danger.

However, if one was to peer past the endless fog, one would seem to see a mysterious light fading and appearing at its deepest depths.

"This shitty place has nothing except mountains, forests, lakes and mists." He scoffed.

On the fringe of the mountain range.

Countless figures were pouring in from all directions, creating a line-up that appeared rather magnificent.

Evidently, news of the scaled pool had already spread.

Ezra was receiving the news as well, coincidently, he was near that pond. The prince's figure headed directly to the edge of the mountain range. He did not dare to land in the fog, cautious that he might draw the attention of some unknown creature.

His figure landed in the forest. This was the outer region of the mountain range, and several figures could be seen flying towards the mountains. He too followed, occasionally stopping individuals to inquire about Argus and John.

After some time, he managed to gather a bit more information. However, the majority only mentioned that they had caught glimpses of Salom Uqually and his group chasing someone, but did not know the rough direction or location.

This caused Ezra's eyebrows to raise in ponder.

The prince did not slow down, the surrounding mists growing thicker and thicker around him. He could hear numerous roars and howls echoing from far away, while faint but violent spiritual energy waves pulsed from time to time.

Ezra flew out of the forest as a plain emerged in front of him. However, his footsteps suddenly came to a stop, because a figure had appeared some distance to his front.

There were faint dragon-like pictures on the figure's black clothes, while an extremely strange aura emanated from him, causing an unsettledness to fill the surrounding air. He wore a strawhat and held a scythe in his hands.

Ezra squinted as he gazed at the figure, he noticed that the left side of his athletic body was emitting heat while the right side seemed to be frostbitten.

Ezra was more than prepared for a fight but the figure did not say anything and turned around to leave.