Chapter 13: Bone Tomb Vessel
Lordi Payne forced himself to calm down. These two ghost maids just wanted a show—maybe if he gave them one, they'd lose interest and stop scrutinizing him.
With that in mind, he made a snap decision: he'd put on some fake effort and then concede.
After all, no matter how fine the Blade of Life Hater was, it wasn't worth his life. Hugo Payne, an adept cultivator at Qi Refinement Fourth Layer, had thrown everything he had at it and couldn't budge the blade an inch. Clearly, the two-tenths strength of a mid-Foundation cultivator was leagues beyond their current power.
He'd only just stepped into the Fourth Layer—why beat his head at wall?
So Lordi Payne reached out with his left hand, gripping the hilt of the Blade of Life Hater and making a forceful tug.
Kinson Wexford's brow furrowed at once. True, he'd only dangled the blade as bait to test Lordi Payne's strength, never intending to actually award with it. But with Lordi Payne's cultivation barely break at the Fourth Layer's doorstep, even a full-on effort shouldn't have shaken it from his grasp—let alone with one single hand.
And an injured single hand at that!
Yet before the thought fully formed, a surge of strength—far beyond his expectations—yanked at the hilt. The blade shifted slightly toward Lordi Payne, nearly slipping free.
Kinson Wexford's startled, his gaze on Lordi Payne sharpening. One hand—an injured one at that—and his strength already outstripped Hugo Payne, a veteran at the same layer?!
No, no way an ordinary Fourth Layer cultivator could equip such strength!
"So that's it", he mused, reeling. "No wonder Senior Sister took a liking to this guy!"