The grandest battles he had witnessed were between Profound Reality Realm cultivators.


    While they could easily destroy buildings, they had not been able to shatter a vi into pieces.


    Divus remained calm andposed, his all-white martial arts attire still immacte.


    The Swordsman crawled out of the rubble, disheveled. He then firmly stood on the ground.


    “Divus, do you dare battle me somewhere with no one around?”


    “I dare not,” The desman replied with a faint smile.


    Nash looked at The Swordsman as if he were an idiot. The


    desman had not even drawn his weapon yet. He wondered where the man got the courage to


    challenge someone who had reached the peak of the Mystique Loyalty Realm.


    “Hahaha, you’re unexpectedly timid. Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed by others?” The Swordsman


    sneered.


    They were in such a crowded ce. Concerned about attracting the attention of the National Martial


    Bureau, he did not use his full strength just now. If he had used the Seven Killings de Technique,


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    The desman might no longer be his match.


    Divus nced at The Swordsman indifferently and said, “We’re of different eras. If we fight, it would be


    the old bullying the young.”


    The Swordsman snorted. “The strong are respected among martial artists. There’s no distinction based


    on age.”.


    The title of The desman resounded like thunder in The


    Swordsman’s ear. If he could engage in a battle with him, he would gain fame even if he were to lose.


    Moreover, he wanted to elevate himself through a confrontation with a formidable opponent.


    “The Swordsman.”


    Boris went up to the Swordsman and said softly, “The desman’s strength is not to be


    underestimated. You should think twice before acting!”


    The brief exchange just now had revealed their rtive strengths clearly. The desmam had


    defeated The Swordsman without even drawing his sword. The Swordsman would certainly not be his


    match if he were to unsheath his weapon.


    Being at the peak of the Mystique Loyalty realm was no joke.


    The Swordsman red at The desman and said, “In ten days, I’ll be waiting for you at Whiter


    Peaks.”


    Nash heard Boris address The Swordsman and looked over. The


    Swordsman! He was the Swordsman! Number ten on the Dark Web’s bounty list. His head promised a


    reward of ten billion. A sh of killing intent crossed Nash’s eyes. He would definitely have to kill The


    Swordsman-not for the money, but for a personal promise.


    Divus sensed the faint killing intent emanating from Nash and nced at him casually. “Kid; aren’t you


    leaving yet?”


    Nash looked at the copsed ruins using his Third Eye and noticed a luxurious underground chamber


    beneath the ruins equipped with aputer desk and a chair. There was a loose rope under the chair,


    indicating someone had been tied up earlier. However, there was no sign of Mireille.


    Had Duncan moved her to another location or had she managed to escape? Nash furrowed his brows


    in concern.


    The Swordsman also sensed the killing intent Nash directed at him and looked at him with a smile that


    seemed both amused and contemptuous. “Kid, do you want to kill me?”


    Nash nodded firmly. “It’s not a matter of wanting; it’s a necessity.”


    Hearing this, The Swordsman burst intoughter as if he had just heard the most amusing joke in the


    world. Even Boris and Duncan could not help but join in.


    On the side, Divus looked at Nash with astonishment. A hint of disappointment appeared in his eyes.


    He initially thought Nash was someone who understood the situation and acted ordingly.


    It seemed now that he was just a reckless young man. How could a martial artist in the Profound


    Reality Realm even dare contemte killing an intermediate stage Mystique Loyalty Realm expert?


    If Nash were in the early stages of the same realm, there might be a slight possibility. While he might


    have the strength of someone at the peak of the Profound Reality Realm and was even half-step to


    approaching the Mystique Reality Realm, the gap between these two realms was still like heaven and


    earth.


    Duncan roared withughter. “Mr. Nash, have you be so ustomed to swaggering around in


    Jonford, so you think you’re invincible?”


    Nash retorted, “I’m not sure if I can say whether I’m invincible or not, but killing you will be a piece of


    cake.”