Capítulo 2016: Chapter 2016: If I Die, Wouldn’t That Let You Win?

Carson Flores descended from the sky, and wherever he went, the lines of space gave way.

Carson Flores landed lightly in front of Aydin Hatfield as if riding a gentle breeze.

“Since you already know the people from the Three Saints Sect are coming, you must know who from the Three Saints Sect has come, right?”

Aydin Hatfield was entirely restrained by the transparent spatial lines, unable to move. If he moved recklessly, his body would be instantly torn into pieces by the spatial lines.

Space and time are universally acknowledged as the two most powerful categories among all divine skills. No matter how strong Aydin Hatfield was, ultimately, he was still under the Great Land. Now being restrained by divine skills, he had no power to resist.

Aydin Hatfield looked at Carson Flores in front of him with a complex mood.

Carson Flores already had a Great Land Sovereign by his side, and it was someone with a powerful space divine skill!

Could it be that Carson Flores truly is the fated demon star of the Three Saints Sect?

“The one who has come is Sergio Wilkins, the youngest prodigious Venerable of the Venerable Court, along with two other Venerables, Emmett Rhodes and Tori Greene. Besides the three Venerables, there’s also the Celestial Horse Knight from the Battle Hall. Other than that, it’s just ordinary sect disciples.”

Carson Flores’s gaze subtly changed: “Three Great Land Sovereigns?”

Aydin Hatfield nodded: “Yes, my failure made the sect very dissatisfied. Coincidentally, Sergio Wilkins was free, so he volunteered to lead the team. The sect feared he might encounter an accident, so they sent two Venerables, Emmett Rhodes and Tori Greene, to assist him.”

Carson Flores squinted slightly: “This Sergio Wilkins, as the youngest Great Land Sovereign, yet he commands such importance from the sect, does he have a special status?”

Aydin Hatfield responded frankly: “His mother was the previous Saintess of the Three Saints Sect.”

Carson Flores pressed on: “A Saintess, is it basically the same status as a Sect’s Saint Heir?”

Aydin Hatfield shook his head: “No, being a Saintess isn’t about strength, it’s about identity. A Saintess is someone who serves at the Holy Mountain’s Hall of Holy Spirits, and has a special status.”

“What is the Hall of Holy Spirits?”

“The Hall of Holy Spirits possesses a special formation capable of protecting the primordial spirits of the sect’s predecessors, sparing them the agony of time’s wear…”

Carson Flores realized: “Simply put, it’s a hiding place for a bunch of old ghosts who are about to die yet reluctant to let go?”

Aydin Hatfield’s expression became somewhat peculiar, wanting to refute, but he found Carson Flores’s description exceedingly apt, leaving him no room to argue.

Carson Flores asked: “Being termed a Saintess, isn’t she just a maiden, and yet so formidable?”

Aydin Hatfield hesitated for a moment, speaking softly: “It’s said that his father’s status is noble and very mysterious, but we don’t know who exactly he is.”

Carson Flores understood: “A child prospers from a powerful father, so that’s how it is… Well then, this place isn’t suitable for chatting. Let’s find a different place to talk.”

Carson Flores moved closer to Aydin Hatfield, raising his hand to point at the center of Aydin Hatfield’s forehead, preparing to seal his sea of consciousness.

A strange light suddenly flashed in Aydin Hatfield’s eyes, and an intense light burst from his chest.

A radiance like a crescent moon from the Nine Heavens soared forth instantly, striking Carson Flores with lethal precision.

Carson Flores’s body was split open from the eyebrows, dividing into halves, bursting forth with a vast cloud of blood mist.

Everyone around turned pale, their eyes reddened.

This guy actually took the opportunity while Carson Flores was close to launch a killing blow!

He’s aiming for mutual destruction!

If you want to die, don’t drag us with you!

You killed Carson Flores, and if you can’t survive, that’s one thing, but we don’t want to die!

Aydin Hatfield ignored the murderous glares from countless around, laughing maniacally: “Even if I, Aydin Hatfield, must die, I’ll take you with me. You think you can make me surrender, come on, whoever you are, kill me, as long as Carson Flores dies with me, it’s worth it!”

The space lines in the sky did not move, still quietly imprisoning him.

Carson Flores’s body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, disappearing without a trace.

Aydin Hatfield laughed for a while, but when nothing happened around him, he felt quite strange and loudly said: “If you’re going to kill or dismember me, just give me a quick one, stop fooling around like this. Even if you kill me, one day the powerful members of my Three Saints Sect will certainly kill you…”

Aydin Hatfield’s words suddenly stopped, his eyes widening as he stared ahead, stunned.

In front of him, the lines of space parted, a familiar figure floated down again as if riding a gentle breeze and stood lightly before him, smiling at his dumbstruck expression.

“That move of yours was quite insidious, hiding such a deadly weapon, an instant kill — you really scared me…”

Aydin Hatfield was dumbfounded: “Carson Flores! Why aren’t you dead?”

Carson Flores smiled slightly: “If I died, that would mean you succeeded, which won’t do!”

Aydin Hatfield’s eyes widened, nearly in disbelief: “I clearly killed you, it was clearly your true body, not a primordial spirit incarnation, why aren’t you dead?”

Carson Flores chuckled: “Indeed, it was my true body, but alas, it was still just an incarnation. Sorry to disappoint you!”

Aydin Hatfield stared at Carson Flores with an expression as if he had seen a ghost: “Your incarnation is also your true body, is this… a divine skill?”