Chapter 65: Bold And Quick
Maxwell only wanted a nod!
He merely said those words half-heartedly because he understood that no one would actually stand out to antagonise the Royal Immortal Sect. Only an idiot would actually do such a thing.
When he saw Venerable Joshua stand out for him, his heart did feel a bit moved.
Not for anything else...
Just standing in front of him and backing him up was enough.
One needs to know that they were facing the Royal Immortal Sect!
The world’s number one immortal sect with unfathomable strength. A height that the Gold Immortal Sect can see but never reach!
No one imagined that...
Venerable Joshua would actually stand out. Even Lord David sent a voice transmission to advise Joshua: "Don’t foolishly stand up for a kid that has a crippled body. It’s not worth it. Bringing him back will only cause others to laugh..."
Venerable Joshua acted like he didn’t hear it.
He continued standing there!
Apart from Constantine and the others having joyous expressions, everyone else pretty much tried to hide their expressions of shock.
Maxwell was happy that someone really came out to stand up for him.
But...
How can Maxwell let this opportunity go when facing an immortal sect envoy?!
"Heh heh..."
"This is an immortal sect envoy with a big clump of XP and mana. There might even be a big loot explosion as well." Maxwell was ecstatic internally as he walked forward and said, "Grandmaster, thank you for coming out and standing up for me. I feel like you’re the most handsome guy out of all of them. Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you. As for them... heh heh..."
Maxwell started smiling evilly.
Venerable Joshua smiled slyly in return as he had seen through Maxwell.
"Huh?"
Maxwell was stunned and said in surprise, "You couldn’t have seen through me, right?"
Venerable Joshua didn’t say anything and just withdrew to the side. He then reverted to his half-asleep expression, except for his gaze that never left Maxwell. Beneath his dirty robe, he was clenching his fists like he was about to take action.
"Hahaha..."
"Harold, this trash is truly not normal."
"He actually jumps out at a time like this, like he cannot wait to die or something." The Atlas envoy started making fun of the situation.
Maxwell’s mouth curved to a cold smile as he softly said, "There goes another mention of the word trash."
The Royal envoy started laughing crazily before saying, "No matter who comes today, even if he’s the King of the Heavens, you shall still die by my hands. No one can stop me!"
"Harold!"
"I can kill a piece of trash like him with just a single finger. Even that injured Saint rank expert inside the depths of the royal palace won’t be able to stop it." The Atlas envoy had a face full of ridicule. He really couldn’t understand why Maxwell would stand out at a time like this.
These were completely actions of one courting their own death!
"And he says that word again!"
Maxwell softly harrumphed before looking over.
Suddenly...
A voice was sent over to Maxwell.
"I’m ready!"
Also at this time...
Maxwell looked up and started revealing his grim reaper’s smile.
Suddenly...
Maxwell shouted in his mind: "Level 5 Overdrive!"
"Level 3 Nine Dragons and Elephants!"
"Skysoul Palms, smash out for me!"
After that shout, Maxwell released all those powers at once. His eyes stared at the Royal envoy before his body turned illusory with a shout: "Shadow Clone!"
"Courting death!"
A move out of the blue.
No one imagined Maxwell would suddenly make a move, and the power he exhibited was quite astonishing.
The Royal Immortal Sect envoy’s expression changed. He coldly harrumphed: "Humph! Overestimating your own strength. You wish to act arrogantly with this little strength?"
"That’s right!"
"Nothing but a piece of trash, yet he wishes to overturn the heavens." The Atlas envoy used that word once again.
Before he could finish the sentence...
Maxwell’s palms were like thunder as they smashed out.
"Boom!"
His two palms directly smashed into the chest of the Atlas envoy. Maxwell’s gaze was gloomy as he scolded: "Keep saying it! Say it one more time for me to hear it! Trash!"
Flames of rage surged out!
No one expected that Maxwell’s target was actually the Atlas envoy!
The Atlas envoy didn’t expect this either. He didn’t place Maxwell in his eyes, so he didn’t prepare his defence. His chest felt the strain while his internal organs were shaking. The flames of rage inside him also exploded out. "You trash, go die for me!"
An overwhelming force was released.
The time it took a spark to fall off a flint...
A blood-covered blade with an unparalleled domineering aura chopped down.
Maxwell’s figure moved as he shouted: "Level 5 Ghost Steps!"
"Whoosh!"
He instantly disappeared.
Dracula’s chop had forced the Atlas envoy to retreat, and the power coming from him completely suppressed the envoy’s.
The moment the Atlas envoy took three steps back, he immediately felt a chill on his back. The hair on his body stood up, and cold sweat appeared.
It was unknown when...
Maxwell was already behind him. His palms were like thunder as they heavily smashed out once more. "Trash? Your whole family is trash! Your death is imminent, yet you still didn’t know that?!"
Maxwell was already annoyed when the Atlas envoy said "trash" the first time.
He endured!
He had to at least give Gwendolyn some face since they were disciples of the same immortal sect.
But...
This guy didn’t stop and kept constantly mentioning it over and over again. The flames of rage inside Maxwell continued to build up, making him extremely annoyed. At that instant, Maxwell communicated with Dracula by spiritual sense and, in surprise, attacked him...
"Boom!"
A pair of fists heavily smashed out.
The Atlas envoy was forced forward while his face paled and his back ached in pain. Being struck twice pissed him off greatly.
"Shadow Shift!"
Maxwell roared out as his figure disappeared.
"Shadow Clone’s Shadow Shift switched to another in waiting, allowing Maxwell to appear in front of the Atlas envoy like lightning. He released all his powers without holding back while shouting: "Say it again!"
"Bang!"
His pair of palms smashed out and directly landed on the previous position of impact.
"Boom!"
Blood started churning beneath the Atlas envoy’s chest. He then sprayed out a mouthful of blood while his body went flying out of the banquet hall like a kite with its strings cut.
However...
This wasn’t over yet.
Maxwell shuttled through the air, leaving illusory images as he completely grasped the position where the Atlas envoy was going to land. He didn’t allow the envoy to fall before the attack again, directly smashing him back into the air.
Maxwell’s foot stomped down heavily!
His figure shot into the air like a domineering sovereign descending from the skies!
His fists were like torrential rain as he started pouring down punches!
"Say it again!"
"Say it for me again!"
"Trash!"
Extreme rage! Both of Maxwell’s fists were heavy as they contained all his strength when he punched out.
When dealing with an envoy from an immortal sect, Maxwell didn’t dare to give him a chance to breathe.
As long as Maxwell gave him a slight breather, then he would be the one to die instead!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
One punch after another, causing the envoy to fall down from a height of a dozen meters. Maxwell had punched out at least ten thousand times by now.
The Atlas envoy’s expression turned paler by the second while his chest was smashed into meat pulp.
Everyone present felt their emotions sinking as they were completely shocked by Maxwell’s brutal behaviour.
Domineering!
An aura of incomparable dominance!
"Die for me!"
Maxwell cupped his fists together and smashed down like a battle hammer. He directly penetrated through the chest cavity of the Atlas envoy! The Atlas envoy instantly lost his life, and the system gave off a notification tone. Maxwell didn’t bother with it and extended his blood-covered arm to point at the Royal envoy.