Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 1088 - Great Success
Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088: Great Success
Chapter 1088 -1088: Great Success
The man with the mustache stroked his chin, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
“There doesn’t seem to be anything you can give me.” The man with the mustache surveyed Ethan Smith.
It was the truth, while Ethan had many Dharma Treasures on him, they were insignificant in his eyes.
“How about this, you give me three drops of your blood essence, how does that sound?” The man with the mustache proposed, beaming.
“Three drops of blood essence?” Ethan slightly furrowed his eyebrows.
Although blood essence was important to cultivators, Ethan’s three drops didn’t seem to have much use.
“Alright.” Ethan agreed without a second thought.
As long as he could gain the divine sense of over ten thousand Marquises, three drops of blood essence meant nothing in comparison.
With that, Ethan was just about to coerce out his blood essence to give to the man with the mustache.
At this moment, the man with the mustache stopped Ethan and shook his head, saying: “Not now, your current blood essence is worth nothing to me.”
“Not now? What do you mean?” Ethan frowned.
The man with the mustache pleasantly said, “I want your blood essence when you’ve fully matured. A drop of blood essence from a chaotic body possesses the power to destroy heaven and earth, it’s a rare treasure indeed.”
“After I’ve matured?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, a playful hint in his eyes.
“Indeed, a matured chaotic body is deemed invincible by the world, even presiding over the universe.” The man with the mustache said, a hint of pride in his tone.
“What do you think? Do you agree or not?”
Ethan laughed, “You’re so sure that I can achieve the mature stage? Aren’t you afraid I might die halfway?”
“Eh, The Master loves to gamble, consider this a bet.” The man with the mustache replied.
Ethan thought for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, we have a deal.”
Only then did the man with the mustache pass the jar in his hand to Ethan.
The jar emanated tiny strands of divine might, it was the power transformed from the divine senses of over ten thousand Marquises.
As long as he absorbed this power, Ethan was confident he would enter the mid-term ranks of the Military Marquis.
But he wasn’t in a rush, instead, he kept the jar away for now.
“What a shame I couldn’t kill Obadiah Heptinstall.” Ethan secretly muttered to himself.
Currently, Ethan had three enemies known to everyone.
Dudley Lynch, Obadiah Heptinstall, and the mysterious high officials who might appear at any time.
But with these three, Ethan had no way to kill them because he didn’t know where they were.
“A month may be long or short, I need to come up with a foolproof plan.” He thought to himself.
At present, completely sealing off the Second Secret Realm was impossible.
With their abilities, finding a Mystic Realm Master wasn’t a challenging task.
After much thought, the only course of action was to intimidate the world so that they wouldn’t dare to act rashly against Ethan.
In the following days, Ethan roamed, among mountains and bustling cities, and even stood outside the entrances of various Mystic Realms for a long time.
This was a silent intimidation. The Mystic Realms under his watch immediately trembled, not even daring to make a ripple, in fear of provoking this killing god.
It took several days before Ethan finished his journey.
He returned to the Capital City Martial Arts Association and planned to enter the Scripture Pavilion again to search for information about the chaotic body and the star field mentioned by the man with the mustache.
At this moment, inside the Paramount Mystic Realm.
Eight senior officials were gathered on top of a mountain.
Above the mountain stood a huge stone that emitted a faint light. The surface of the stone was filled with densely engraved talismans.
At this moment, tiny cracks had started to appear on the stone.
The cracks were so small that they were almost unnoticeable, but it signified that the seal was loosening.
The moment the stone cracked was the moment when the Paramount Mystic Realm would be completely linked with the Second Secret Realm.
“Do we really want to break this seal?” an elderly man asked coldly from the crowd.
“Once this seal is broken, it would mean a complete connection between the Paramount Mystic Realm and the outside world. By then, everyone would have the opportunity to enter the Paramount Mystic Realm.”
“Correct, once the seal is lifted, there’s no turning back.”
A few people seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, and everyone wore a serious expression.
“The seal must be lifted.” Finally, someone spoke.
The speaker was a hunched old man.
This was a man named Dashiell Garrett whom Luke Fraley had previously borrowed a body from in order to fight Ethan!
The rest of the senior officials all looked at Dashiell Garrett.
Dashiell Garrett spoke coldly, “I’ve fought with that Ethan, his strength is immeasurable, his future potential even more so.”
“In the early stage of Martial Saint, he already possessed the power to counter a mighty realm cultivator. Once he steps into the mighty realm, he will be our calamity.”
“Is it really that exaggerated?” someone asked.
Another person slowly spoke, “Indeed, once a chaotic body matures, it becomes invincible worldwide. There had been a mature chaotic body once before which made every Tribulation Stage Great Cultivator shiver. There was even a rumor that said the chaotic body nearly killed the Path of Heaven.”
“It seems like you’re a bit overly worried.” A glamorous lady spoke up.
“Even if you browse the entire history, how many chaotic bodies have reached maturity? I’m afraid they can be counted with one hand.”
“Furthermore, Ethan is just a Martial Saint, he’s still light years away from reaching maturity.”
Dashiell Garrett glanced at her and said gravely, “Indeed, he’s far away from maturity, but he’s close to entering the mighty realm.”
“If this person enters the mighty realm, even if we, eight people, unite, we might still be reduced to ashes.”
Upon hearing his words, everyone became silent.
Even though they had hatched multiple plans to kill Ethan, he still grew stronger.
It was not entirely their fault as due to the seal’s limitation, they could only try to eliminate Ethan by borrowing others’ hands.
“We must eliminate him in advance, regardless of the cost.” Dashiell Garrett said coldly.
Just then, a young man rushed over in panic.
With a sliding kneel, he landed in front of the elderlies, exclaiming in fear, “Respective officials, is my father… is my father really dead?”
The young man before them was none other than Luke Fraley’s son, Marc Fraley.
Dashiell Garrett looked at Marc in front of him and said calmly, “Yes, he was killed by Ethan, both his body and form have been destroyed.”
