<h4>Chapter 1569 - Hexed</h4>


    Before the shock could even fade from the eyes of the many powerhouses present, Isabe shot forwards, her eyes zing with killing intent as she instantly arrived before the Poison Mistress, intending to behead her as she swung the sword that she held in her hand.


    The Poison Mistress’s scalp turned numb as she dodged. She knew that an attack wasing at her the moment Isabe’s killing intent was directed at her.??


    However, she was toote even when she saw iting.


    Isabe’s sword streaked right through the arm that she had just finished regenerating, causing blood to gush out like a fountain!


    The force of Isabe’s sword swing didn’t stop there but took the lives of three Low-Level Law Rune Stage Powerhouses while many became deeply injured with their bodies being split into two.


    Isabe didn’t stop there as she nced at the aftermath. The sword that swung to one side stopped, only to sh back, intending to behead the Poison Mistress this time without fail, and indeed, the Poison Mistress could no longer dodge, looking frightened as if her soul already left her body.


    "Father!"


    "Hysteria!"


    The Poison Lord bellowed with an enraged expression on his face, a dark crimson imprint appearing on his palm as he struck against Isabe’s attack. The sharp crimson stinger he wore on his index finger elongated and shed.


    <strong>*ng!~*</strong>


    The sharp crimson stinger shattered into many pieces as it was struct by the sword de.


    Isabe’s sword swing changed directions but didn’t lose its momentum as it cut down his arm along with his shoulder. At the same time, the force of the sword that traveled forward without limiting sliced the Poison Mistress’s other arm and killing two more Low-Level Law Rune Stage Powerhouses.


    Blood sshed again almost everywhere amongst the Poison Lord Vi’s Powerhouses, causing everyone to look aghast towards Isabe’s prowess.


    She... she was just too overpowered! Like a Matriarch of a Dragon Family!


    They btedly noticed that the sword she was using, the one with the brown hilt and a long golden de, emitted the undtions of Peak-Level Emperor Grade. It made their hearts tremble in trepidation, wondering if it was one at the very peak of what could be found in the entire Fifty-Two Territories.


    They watched her pause for a moment, looking at her hand. Just when they thought that she would behead the Poison Lord and the Poison Mistress together with another swing, she shot back, retreating while the Poison Lord Vi Powerhouses did the same.


    They scrammed back as if they all feared their lives, even the Poison Mistress as she screamed in pain or fear. Only the Poison Lord looked as if he didn’t bother about the deep gash over his right shoulder that appeared extremely painful while retreating with caution.


    Isabe arrived beside Davis as she looked at the back of her hand, where a sharp end of the Poison Lord’s crimson stinger had stabbed. Even though it didn’t pierce too deeply, it left a crimson mark of a hexagram on the back of her hand.


    She already had her martial energy circting, trying to erase it, but no matter how she focused, she wasn’t able to erase it. A solemn intent shed past her eyes where she took the golden sword with her left hand, intending to cut her right arm as she raised it high.


    However, a hand captured her wrist while a voice echoed.


    "It’s useless."


    The Poison Lord spoke while Davis captured Isabe’s hand from cutting off her hand as they looked towards the former.


    The Poison Lord had a curve on his lips, smirking as if he had already won.


    "The difference between hex and poison is that you will still have the hex even if you cut off your arm and regenerate it. It’s the unification of karma and poison, nting a curse on your hand that you will never be able to get rid of unless you can overpower it. However, there are only very few people in this world who could do perform such a miracle."


    "However, you don’t need to worry. Nothing would happen at the moment as long as you keep it at bay with your martial energy. Within three days, at best, when your energy reserves deplete trying to defend against my hex, you will s.u.mb to your death. Try your best to prolong it using many medicines and martial energy restoration pills..."


    While smirking like a king, the Poison Lord’s shoulder and half of his arm had regrown, his fleshy tissues, blood vessels attaching themselves in in sight for people to see.


    Regardless, everyone became shocked to hear the death sentence. The Dragon Families’ expression was ridiculous, but they felt that they could use it to their advantage, bringing Isabe back to their families.


    After all, their patriarchs could deal with this much amount of hex with no problem. It was just, a full-fledged hex cast without any hastiness would’ve left thempletely clueless and helpless.


    In the Grand Wedding Hall, Evelynn staggered as her knees gave out.


    "No, because of me, third sis is..."


    Natalya captured her big sister before she could fall and shook her head, "No, it isn’t like that. Please don’t me yourself..."


    Everyone around looked at Evelynn withpassion.


    If anything happened to Isabe, it was inevitable that Evelynn would feel some or perhaps even full responsibility for it. After all, Isabe became mad for her and attacked the Poison Mistress, only to end up with a hex imprinted on her hand.


    However, Isabe didn’t appear to be shaken. Instead, a bright smile appeared on her face.


    Overpowering?


    Coincidentally, that was what she was best in as she hadn’t used her crest yet, reserving it for the tan Family’s Patriarch. If she had known that overpowering the hex mark would help her erase it, she wouldn’t have resorted to cutting down her arm.


    After all, there were too many things that she didn’t know about Hex Laws that she decided to take a hasty decision.


    What if it quickly caused her some damage to her head, organs, or even her soul? She couldn’t let that happen.


    Fortunately, Davis stopped her from doing so.


    "Now I’m fine, Davis."


    She spoke to him with a smile, causing him to nod as he took his hand away.


    However, her pupils dted as she saw the crimson hex hexagram mark missing from the back of her hand!


    "What? Where is it?" She brought her hand to her face for a closer look.


    "You don’t need a tattoo like that, Isabe..."


    Davis deeply smiled, causing her mind to reel before she understood.


    She only felt a warm sensation passing through her hand when Davis clenched her hand, feeling secure and loved. However, she didn’t think that he was actually healing her, sending a tiny strand of his pure white miraculous energy to break the hex.


    "You... Did you break it? Impossible!"


    The Poison Lord’s body trembled in disbelief.


    He could no longer feel the hex he ced on Isabe. If he so wanted, he could’ve hastened the process of her death by aggravating the hex by casting new techniques, superimposing on it without even having to touch it.


    He wanted to use that as a scare tactic to make Davis join him but also to teach him an unforgettable lesson like he nned to. However, it was unthinkable for him to see his hex broken just like that!


    Hex Laws weren’t simply abination of Karma Laws and Poison Laws. Instead, it was a fusion of Karma Laws and Poison Laws!


    How could it be so easy to unravel it!?


    Everyone was shocked to see Davis break the hex.


    Wasn’t he weaker than Isabe? What’s going on!?


    Davis didn’t answer. Instead, he and Isabe weremunicating through soul transmission.


    "Let’s kill them." Isabe sounded impatient, "I’ll take care of that hex retard, and you take care of that poisonous bitch. The third time is a charm."


    "No, considering the kind of apology the hex retard asked for, I’m considering it."


    Isabe’s jaws almost dropped as she looked at Davis in incredulity.


    "Considering whether to give him an instant death or torture him to death."


    Isabe’s lips twitched.


    "Stop joking like that..."


    Davis didn’t smile as he didn’t joke.


    "I’m really considering it because I want to torture him to death, but I can’t subdue him with my current strength at the moment. Either I need your help to subdue him or use my secret technique. However, nine out of ten times, the tan Family’s Patriarch should be here any second. I don’t want you to fight on two ends, neither do I really want you to fight the tan Family’s Patriarch alone."


    "We’re still killing the tan Family’s Patriarch, right?"


    "Yes, as long as he insists on adopting the same approach as his predecessors, he’ll die."


    "Very well. Leave it to me."


    She didn’t want him to use his secret technique as that would apparently consume his soul essence.


    Davis told her that, but in truth, he was going to control the Poison Lord to kill the tan Family’s Patriarch with Fallen Heaven. This should remove the animosity he faced from the Dragon Families quite a bit. However, he was reluctant to just let the Poison Lord die like that.


    How could anyone who insulted his Evelynn die without suffering?


    That’s why he didn’t make a move along with Isabe to end their lives, while he also didn’t expect her to make a move.


    Looks like Isabe cared about Evelynn in her own way, making him extremely d.


    Still, the Dragon Families’ Powerhouses were constantly watching his back, wanting to ambush him now that they knew that they could not win against him in an overbearing manner.


    They just possessed pure malice against him, wanting to end his life even if they could take Isabe because they perceived that he was the utmost reason they failed to recruit Isabe. Moreover, the humiliation they received left them unable to pull themselves back from this aggression.


    Even if they lose an arm or two, they still possessed killing intent against him, wanting to kick him to death, like the current Poison Mistress who red at Isabe while tears ran down her eyes.


    The Poison Lord clenched his teeth, looking extremely pissed. He felt like he had to find out what kind of ability Davis had to break his Hex Laws like that, or his mind wouldn’t be at peace.


    However, the more Davis was impressive, the more he was inclined to Davis as his son-inw. Now, he was even willing to drop the matter of apology.


    His lips moved, "Davis, I-"


    "Tirea, you s.l.u.t! How dare you choose another man over me!? And to add to my shame, it’s none other than that weakling Dian Alstreim! It seems like you both want to die!?


    An enraged voice resounded throughout the Alstreim Family as the intense pressure of soul force descended on them, making them experience their souls feel intensely suppressed as if they were going to be made to kneel under the mighty aura of an emperor!


    "It’s you!!! Soul Emperor Hadrian Cross!"


    Julian Kruse bellowed, his expression bing shocked and frightened at the same time. The other powerhouses had their jaws wide open as they looked at the handsome ck-robed man in the distance, their hearts trembling in fear just by hearing his name.