Chapter 137
This black-robed old man was named Cyrus.
The Saint Lord of the Noir Family of the Northern Frontier. One of the several major Saint Lineages in the Heavenly Flame Dynasty.
Originally, a thousand years ago, the Hale family and the Noir Family had always been evenly matched.
Existences that advanced neck and neck. However, ever since Alex succeeded to the position of Saint Lord, the Hale family began to develop rapidly. Its power growing stronger by the day.
The Noir Family, on the other hand, had been marching in place. Gradually left behind.
Nowadays, the Hale family was one of the strongest and most prosperous Saint Lineages in the entire Heavenly Flame Dynasty.
While the Noir Family could barely squeeze into the ranks of the second tier.
In the original novel, Cyrus had always been jealous of the massive resources the Hale family enjoyed. Deeply resentful of Alex’s world-renowned reputation and status.
However, he didn’t dare openly oppose them. So he had always appeared extremely submissive while secretly acting in opposition.
In the middle stages of the plot, after Knox gained the support of the Heavenly Flame Empress, harvested his harem, and strengthened his own power, he prepared to declare war on the Hale family.
Cyrus sought him out, claiming the major Saint Lineages had long been dissatisfied with the Hale family and intended to overthrow them.
Knox formed an alliance with Cyrus. They invaded the Hale family together.
The death of the Second Elder, Adrian, was exactly Cyrus’s handiwork.
Adrian was proficient in the Divine Movement Technique. Logically, it should have been almost impossible for anyone to even catch him. However, Cyrus brought out a spiritual artifact, trapping Adrian’s feet.
Unable to escape, Adrian was beheaded by Knox in a single strike.
Of course, not long after wiping out the Hale family, Cyrus turned into a backstabbing traitor. Allying with other Saint Lineages to oppose Knox.
The result? Naturally, annihilated by a single palm strike from Knox.
The Noir Family met the exact same end as the Hale family. Entire clan slaughtered without a single survivor.
Toward such an insignificant minor character, Alex felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart. Like a toad crawling onto the top of your foot.
It doesn’t bite. But it thoroughly disgusts you.
Cyrus mocked from the crystal ball. "Saint Lord Alex going through so much trouble to run to the Divine Blade Sect... presumably it is also for the Vault of Divine Blade Heart?"
"Correct." Alex nodded generously. Not hiding anything.
"The Vault of Divine Blade Heart belongs to no one else but me."
"Hahaha, Saint Lord Alex, still as domineering as before." Cyrus narrowed his eyes.
"Unfortunately, I am also quite interested in this Vault of Divine Blade Heart."
"To obtain this item, I dispatched thirty elite disciples of the Noir Family at the Void Amalgamation Realm to infiltrate the Divine Blade Sect."
"If Saint Lord Alex doesn’t mind, how about our two families join forces?"
"How do we join forces?" Alex asked with deep interest.
"The Divine Blade Sect has a rather profound foundation. With your abilities, it won’t be easy to deal with Magnus and the Ten Sword Elders entirely on your own." Cyrus continued.
"However, if you add the power of my Noir Family, wiping out the Divine Blade Sect and obtaining the Vault will be as easy as flipping a hand."
"Once the Vault is in our hands, the Sword Body will go to you, and the Sword Technique will go to me."
"Cooperate for mutual benefit. Each taking what we need. Wouldn’t that be beautiful?"
Alex remained silent for a long moment.
The Sword Body Cyrus spoke of was precisely the Mystic Yellow Nine Swords Bloodline that Knox obtained in the original novel.
With this bloodline, one could possess supreme comprehension of sword intent. Instantly comprehending any sword technique and amplifying its power by more than ten times.
And the Sword Technique was the Emperor-tier sword technique Knox mastered in the original novel.
The Nine Stars Divine Sword, divided into nine stances. Each stance possessed the mighty divine power to destroy the heavens and annihilate the earth.
In the current era where even Supreme-tier cultivation methods were extremely rare, obtaining an Emperor-tier sword technique could absolutely allow a second-rate Saint Lineage to instantly jump into the absolute top tier.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Alex’s mouth. This old fox certainly calculates shrewdly.
He scoffed, raised his chin slightly. "Cyrus, have you grown more stupid?"
"Talking cooperation with me? Isn’t that asking a tiger for its skin?"
"This Sword Body and Sword Technique are originally both mine."
"Why on earth would I split them evenly with you?"
Cyrus’s face turned gloomy. "Saint Lord Alex, hogging all the food to yourself isn’t very honorable, is it?"
"You personally ran all the way to the Mountains for the Vault of Divine Blade Heart. Naturally showing your determination."
"But my Noir Family is also absolutely determined to get this Vault!"
"If your Hale family wants to swallow it all, then don’t blame this old man for disregarding our ties as fellow Saint Lineages!"
As his voice fell, several figures whooshed down from the sky.
Alex unhurriedly turned around. Exactly thirty Void Amalgamation Realm elite disciples of the Noir Family. Draped in black robes. Standing expressionlessly before him.
The middle-aged man leading them had a cultivation reaching the peak of the Void Amalgamation Realm.
Only half a step away from the Mahayana Realm.
He took a step forward. "Saint Lord Alex, the Soul Parting Barrier you set up is truly beautiful."
The underlying meaning was clear. That barrier couldn’t stop them at all.
Looking at these thirty Void Amalgamation Realm small fries releasing their auras in front of him, Alex raised the corners of his mouth. A mocking smile.
"Cyrus, you truly are getting more stupid."
"Sending these Void Amalgamation Realm small fries... you actually dare to threaten me?"
That middle-aged man said faintly. "Saint Lord Alex, I know your cultivation is incredible and unfathomably deep."