Chapter 908: The Persian Prince
"You…" Rothwell Mane stared wide eyed. At the same time, his body knelt down as fresh blood was flowing from his chest.
"You stand right in front of me without the slightest amount of vigilance. The moment i attacked you, you couldn't even react." David stood up. His throat was already without a trace of the previous injury. He placed his mask back on, as revealing his identity may affect Nabu and his son Naije. Through his revealed eyes, he looked at Rothwell Mane's body.
"I don't blame you, I don't think many people would have thought that a Cosmic lord, even with his consciousness destroyed completely, would still be alive!"
David looked at the body before him, shaking his head.
At first, he didn't want to use his gene to kill his opponent, and wanted to rely only on his peak cosmic lord abilities and his physical strength to fight it out. However, he didn't expect Rothwell Mane to be a mental art practitioner, his final morph felt a little dishonorable.
Following which David swiftly scanned the body and found his target, the space item.
"That's it!"
David quickly discovered an inlaid decorative plate on his waist, and immediately took it down. This metal plate…was the storage item.
"I hope there's blood river crystals in here. The more the merrier!" David immediately used his genetic energy to pierce into it and began searching.
At this time…
1 km area around the palace was in a complete mess. The palace was destroyed, the balcony was broken, stairways were reduced to nothing, especially in the most center…there was even Rothwell Mane's body, along with the black armored warrior standing there coldly with the plate in his hand!
"Not bad." David revealed a smile, "There's 2 crystals!"
Rothwell Mane had previously absorbed 1 crystal. Through various methods, he had acquired 2 more to probably increase his chance of becoming a blood warrior someday. Later he got one more, and gave that one to his little brother Rothwell Zhade.
"Killing and robbing, vicious indeed!"
A cold voice resounded around the space.
David turned to look.
In mid air…there stood 2 grey armored silhouettes and their expressions were ugly.
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Persian Prince was sitting crossed legged with his eyelids drooping. However, he was pondering, "My information cannot be wrong. Two special envoys from the Eternal shrine are in Heaven Devour city. However Rothwell Mane, that bastard definitely wouldn't let me meet them…hm. This is troublesome, how can I contact the envoys…"
Rumble!
A mad energy wave fiercely travelled from the North East, causing Persian Prince to immediately raise his head. His eyes were peering in the north east direction, his gaze becoming two beams of light that shot through the palaces' closed windows destroying them in the process, revealing the beautiful scenery outside towards the east.
A 1km tall thunder ball was floating within the city leader's mansion. Lightning flashed about and lightning snakes danced about, this scene caused Persian Prince to be in shock.
It wasn't just Persian Prince…
Everyone in Heaven Devour city was stunned, as there wasn't any construct 1km tall in the entire city. Hence when the thunder ball appeared…especially in the dark night, it was extremely visible. Without any obstruction in the 100km area, almost everyone could see it.
"What's going on, for that bastard Rothwell Mane to unleash his domain? Did he meet a powerful warrior?" Persian Prince was shocked, and fiercely rushed out of the house.
Standing in mid air and looking at the North East direction, his expression changed constantly. "Just who in Heaven Devour could make Rothwell Mane go all out like this? There are no other World level warriors, and with the presence of the two envoys from the Eternal shrine, who would be so deranged as to attack at this time. Don't tell me…he's even battling the envoys?"
As for the strength of the envoys, even Persian Prince didn't know much about it.
To become an envoy of the Eternal shrine, one had to at least be a World level. As for if they were at World level early stage? Mid Stage? Late Stage? Or at the pinnacle? He wasn't clear.
"Better be careful, I don't want to be dragged in." Persian Prince carefully flew over, not daring to release any energy or aura, in case the enemy detected him and thought of him as an enemy too.
He had to be careful!
As Persian Prince didn't have a backing, the moment he died, the Persian family would be finished.
Being old and not dying was important, and Persian Prince was very clear on the importance of him being alive.
Actually, the battle between David and Rothwell Mane, at their level, it was usually settled within 1 or 2 seconds with tens of exchanges. During the entire battle including David's final stabbing, the thing that took the longest was his final blade attack, because he needed to wait for Rothwell Mane to walk over…
The entire battle only took about 10 seconds.
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The air split, lightning shot in all directions, energies flew madly, golden energy waves glaring.
The luxurious palaces, flowerbeds, etc were all immediately destroyed and scattered all over. The entire city leader's mansion was thrown into madness and fear. Persian Prince however sneakily approached, as he wanted to be cautious. When he hid behind the collapsed palace and watched from far, David had just taken the storage item.
"Storage item?" Persian Prince's eyes immediately went red. "Rothwell Mane's countless treasures are within. Since he is the favorite disciple of that world city leader, he definitely had quite a bit when he became city leader. All his treasures are inside! And that black armored man…his energy doesn't seem that strong."
"Do I kill him?" Persian Prince gritted his teeth, staring hard at the distant black armored man.
Hesitation!
Second guessing!
"I will kill!" Persian Prince's eyes were red. If he didn't make a move now, when would he do it?
"Hm?" Just as he was about to rush out…in mid air two grey silhouettes appeared. The grey armor they wore was the proof of their identity as special envoys of the Eternal shrine. Also, the energy they emitted was terrifying.