A Man Like None Other

The hilt of the sword was intricately engraved with mysterious markings, a stark contrast to his fair fingers, further accentuating the young man’s exceptional elegance and formidable resilience.

As the young man stepped into the main hall, it was as if the air itself had frozen in place. The surrounding noise seemed to recede from him, leaving only him and his dark weapon as the most striking presence in the entire hall.

Upon closer inspection, this young man bore a striking resemblance to Decanus. However, the young man exuded an even stronger aura of gallantry compared to the prince.

Tennyson merely lifted his head, gazing at the young man before him. His brows furrowed slightly as his eyes filled with disdain.

“Who let you out?” Tennyson inquired with an icy tone.

“Father, I-”

“Shut up! Who are you calling ‘Father?’ When in the main hall, you should address me as ‘My Lord.”

Before the young man could finish his sentence, Tennyson abruptly cut him off with a loud reprimand,

A hint of grievance flashed in the young man’s eyes, yet he listened and obediently said, “My Lord, I heard that Mr. Lorthan was killed, and Decanus was also injured. Therefore, I beg for your permission to leave the palace and avenge them!”

you love back to the Ethereal Realm, aren’t you? To leave this

young man shook his

I possibly not know what’s going through your mind? Yet, you, as my eldest son, fell in love with a common female cultivator, even dual cultivating with her. You’ve tainted our celestial bloodline! It’s already

wore a cold expression as he spoke, his

genuinely desire to avenge Mr. Lorthan and

head low, yet he still wouldn’t admit that he had

eyes were still intently fixed on the young man in front of him, as if

step away from breaking through the Ultimate Realm and becoming an Immortal Realm cultivator. How does

level is on par with Mr. Lorthan, so I’m just one step away from becoming an Immortal Realm cultivator as well. The only thing I lack is the right opportunity. That’s why I want to get out and about this time. I hope that this opportunity might lead me

it certain death for

tone remained icy, there was now a hint

Lorthan was naturally brash and arrogant, and with his tendency to underestimate his enemies, he was sure to give them an opportunity to strike. I, however, would never afford my enemies

hint of reassurance surprisingly flashed across Tennyson’s face,

your guards and your woman with you. Regardless of whether you succeed or fail, don’t ever come back. I don’t want to see you, nor will I