Chapter 706: Soul’s Price
The fourth leader trembled as Adam’s hand approached. "N-No. Please, sir. I... I can name every sect involved in similar activities. You can take our treasures or even become the sect leader!"
A sharp glint flashed in his brown eyes, his hand tightening on the dagger hidden beneath his robes. ’I’ve seen your movements when you killed Shang. You’re slightly slower than us, but good at reading and countering strikes. A few more centimeters, one strike. Your magic will be of no use at this range.’
"NOW!" With a desperate roar, he swung his dagger in an impaling downward thrust. Heart drumming in his ears, the embers of his snuffed hope reigniting at full force, he watched the glistening blade whistle between Adam’s sky-blue hair.
"This is my victory, arrogant fool!"
The delightful sensation of ripping the flesh of a monster registered in his palm. He grinned, only for his lips to twist into a pained grimace. It felt as if he had struck a wall of enchanted metal, but he couldn’t give up so close to salvation.
Groaning, he strained his muscles until they burned—all to thrust the blade deeper into the youth’s skull. Despite his labored breath and twitched arm, it didn’t move an iota. Instead, his eyes widened at the thin, almost invisible threads woven above Adam’s skin, among which a few snapped when he struck. "How did you condense a spell so fast?"
Adam’s soul mana-coated hand gripped him by the mouth, muffling his voice. He lifted him like a baby, his eyes narrowed.
"You keep insulting my intelligence." He shook his head. "Perhaps that’s the extent of yours? Would you approach an enemy without protection? Why would I be different?"
A smirk split his lips. "Don’t worry, though. My methods are far more tasteful than your crude torture."