Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 508

Chapter 508 The Prodigy

Emrys shrugged, expressing helplessness. “I have discussed this issue with my wife. However, she said she would rather fancy a jerk than ever take a liking to you.”

Cillian’s gaze suddenly turned icy, and a surge of murderous intent filled him. “Hmph, we’ll see if I or an extremely cunning and cowardly jerk is tougher!”

As Cillian let out a cold huff, the cloth strip that secured his sharp sword snapped instantly. The hilt of the sword flew out from behind him, and Cillian caught it with practiced ease.

Weapons could significantly enhance the combat prowess of martial artists, especially swords of exceptional quality.

When martial artists infused their internal energy into them, the power they unleashed was undoubtedly greater than the force of their own fists and palms.

The sword in Cillian’s hand was a treasure of the Russell family. It was only after Harvey had expended a great deal of effort that he managed to find a master swordsmith to forge it.

The blade could withstand the infusion of internal energy from a late–phase Venerable Being expert.

Cillian was the prodigy of the Russell family, and the family’s future would eventually rest in his hands. Therefore, without hesitation, Harvey gifted him the cherished heirloom of the family.

The

cultivation level, his attack power could be compared

ago. Why bother fussing with that kid until now? Cillian, don’t waste

simply too lazy to make a real effort. If he truly decided to fight, he could wipe out your brother with just a flick of his

speaking

been able to enter Jipsdale

only had he entered, but he had also secured an excellent seat. Even

Brian’s shout at that moment,

retort.

clenched in anger as he spat out, “Don’t get too smug. Once that Lund guy is dead, just wait and see

“Tch!”

and then proceeded to ignore Brian.

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he really believe he would fall at the hands of Cillian? Even if he brought his grandfather here, he would have to kneel

moment, Cillian’s expression was solemn and deadly. The brilliant glow of the sword reflected on his face, intensifying the murderous intent in his eyes, making it even

jerk, are you ready to meet

a cold shout, Cillian channeled all his internal energy into the body of his sword. The dazzling sword light astonishingly coalesced into a massive ball

Zing!

was blindingly

murderous intent reached its peak, and then, like a long–accumulated deluge, it

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