"Where am I?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

After having shouted righteously moments ago, Kerry found his forehead filled with imaginary question marks as he stared at the chaotic crowd ahead.

He calmed down and realized that intercepting the prince's carriage was pointless and only likely to invite disaster.

Just as this thought surfaced, he saw a knight in front of him roar fiercely, draw his steel sword, and viciously bring it down.

Pfft pfft!

The Royal Knight, with skills honed through rigorous practice, deftly beheaded two refugees blocking the way.

The crowd dispersed instantly, like a tide driven by fear.

"Who was shouting just now?"

A knight stepped forward; Kerry recognized him—it was Hu Pa, the Guard Commander for Prince Emmel.

This tall and robust knight, still bulging in his armor, now stood before him: "Ah, Mr. Kerry, have you turned traitor?"

"I... no... I..."

Kerry's words stumbled out of him.

Spirit Children might possess great intuition, but their abilities are largely supportive; their combat capabilities are rather pitiful, sometimes even less than that of a professionally trained ordinary person.

And how could the Guard Commander for a prince not be an extraordinary individual? The man was at least a Magic Rune Knight!

"Kill him!"

Before Kerry could explain, an impatient voice came from inside the carriage—it was Prince Emmel.

Hu Pa lifted his longsword high, his visor revealing a ferocious smile.

Pfft!

A flash of white light, and to Kerry's surprise, there was no pain. Instead, the Guard Commander opposite him was cleanly severed above the waist, as if cut in half.

"Yo... Mr. Kerry, you're having a rough time, aren't you?"

A mocking voice rang out.

"Is it Mr. Li Wei?"

Kerry turned around, elated, but saw only a white-clothed, black-haired Eastern cultivator.

The man was handsome and played with a Yellow Gourd, but he was not Li Wei Mojito!

No! Long-term familiarity and his own intuition both told Kerry that this Eastern cultivator was indeed Mr. Li Wei!

"Didn't expect you to have some luck and snag a big fish."

Zhong Shenxiu laughed heartily, unbothered by Kerry's confusion. He casually swept Kerry into the Wuji Pearl, then with a snap of his fingers, a bolt of Finger-shocking Thunder smashed toward Prince Emmel's carriage.

"Disperse!"

A commanding voice rose, controlling everything, and the thunderbolt dispersed into nothingness.

Even the shockwaves affected the onlookers, prompting them to quickly flee the area like they had received orders, clearing a big space.

"The controller's ability is indeed perfect for clearing a scene... In such a critical moment, an important combatant is not at the front lines but overseeing transport; indeed, that's striking gold..."

Zhong Shenxiu raised his hand, releasing Spiritual Treasures like the Ancient Seven Flames Flag and the Heavenly Demon Banner.

With the enhancement of numerous treasures, his Divine Power could now compete with the pinnacle of a Four Tribulations Primordial Spirit, possibly even three times stronger than when he fought Qingwei Dao Miao Zhenjun.

After all, he had already overcome two tribulations!

Behind him, a murky expanse of chaos emerged, seemingly harboring something that suddenly spread outward.

Whether it was the hard ground, the extraordinary members of the Prince's Guard, or even the plants and buildings, everything touched by this chaos was instantly reduced to ash.

"Stop!"

In front of the prince's carriage appeared a middle-aged man dressed in opulent clothing.

Garnasen Medici!

His authoritative voice 'controlled' the surroundings.

Endless soil surged like a tidal wave, grinding against the chaos, forming a distinct border.

Then, infinite gusts of wind turned into blades, sweeping towards Zhong Shenxiu.

Zhong Shenxiu remained composed, the corner of his mouth revealing a faint smile.

The ability of the "Controller" was unpredictable and nearly impossible to guard against, but it required meticulous groundwork, gradually mastering the environment and even the opponent's body and extraordinary abilities, to create favorable conditions for victory.

But the "Controller" on the other side was overly anxious.

Because their mission was not to defeat him, but to protect Prince His Highness.

Unfortunately, the battle that had broken out here was sure to attract more Eastern cultivators.

Therefore, they could only defeat him in haste, though the power of control was troublesome but not without countermeasures.

This, in turn, would expose the opponent to vulnerabilities!

At this moment, Garnasen's face turned solemn as he received a large black umbrella from the carriage.

The handle of the umbrella curved gracefully, and its body seemed enveloped in a menacing darkness that would not disperse.

Clearly, this was an exceedingly terrifying cursed object!

Garnasen gritted his teeth and opened the black umbrella.

A deep shadow descended, corroding Zhong Shenxiu's Primordial Spirit Power directly.

His expression froze momentarily.

With the black umbrella in hand, Garnasen advanced unimpeded through the gloomy protection, through the dusky chaos, until he stood right in front of Zhong Shenxiu.

Immediately after, he thrust the sharp end of the umbrella into Zhong Shenxiu's heart!

Thud!

Zhong Shenxiu's head drooped woodenly, his aura dissipated quickly, and his Primordial Spirit crumbled to pieces...

"As expected of the 'Umbrella of Annihilation', the 'Ominous Umbrella', to be struck head-on by its tip is a fate not even a 'Ruler' can survive, I guess..." Garnasen mumbled to himself, and then decisively cut his palm, spreading his own spiritually rich blood over the black umbrella, attempting to seal it away.

The negative effects of this cursed object were terrifying too, bringing 'ominousness' along with it. After using it once, it had to be appropriately sealed.

And it was one of the important items that this caravan needed to bring out of the Capital City of Kaliston!

Although the kingdom was still fighting, it also needed some insurance.

Prince Emmel, the heir, along with some key figures, carrying some cursed objects, had already begun to evacuate as a precaution.

Of course, due to the Eastern army's swift advance, their plan had been interrupted halfway, leading to the current awkward situation.

Before this, even the most pessimistic Westerners had not expected the Easterners to push so swiftly and directly to the capital of Clement Kingdom!

Garnasen's complexion quickly turned pale, his eyes bloodshot and body trembling as if cursed by the black umbrella itself.

This was the negative effect of the dark umbrella manifesting, even within the seal it somehow clouded his spirituality, bringing him 'ominousness' and 'disaster'!

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light in the void, Zhong Shenxiu, holding the Immortal Slaying Flying Sword, stabbed into Garnasen's back, infinite Sword Qi surged and instantly reduced the man to ashes.

"The second Primordial Spirit really is dead... What a peculiar cursed object!"

He cast out mana to catch the large black umbrella from the air, his expression exceedingly grave: "The negative effects of this cursed item seem to curse its owner, lowering luck and inspiration, otherwise my ambush wouldn't have gone so smoothly..."

"Such a troublesome thing, it would be perfect for an avatar to take to another world for tribulation..."

His gaze shifted towards the caravan.

But before Zhong Shenxiu could make a move on the carriage, his spirituality warned him rapidly, allowing him to transform into a streak of light, leaving the area.

The next instant, a figure stepped out of the void, their body half-decayed, wearing a golden mask.

Sky, earth... everything seemed to be under his control.

This was a "Controller" attempting to ascend to an "Ancient One"!

Sensing that there was trouble with the caravan, they immediately acted ruthlessly!

Reality is not a game; there is no equally matched power, just the strong dominating the weak, the powerful growing stronger and the weak growing even weaker!

Zhong Shenxiu felt his Primordial Spirit becoming unstable, a side effect of suddenly losing the second Primordial Spirit.

Not only that, but he also felt the sky, the earth... all rejecting him!

A vastly dangerous sensation, one of impending death at any moment, pervaded his soul!

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