Now the Star-Eater could see what the golden light was. It was a strange looking dagger, dark gold in color and no more than seven inches long. The blade was adorned with seven golden stars, each one glowing with a strange light. The first star in the front was especially bright, and as it flew through the air it was impossible to see its true form.
The dagger hovered just a foot from his throat, its razor-sharp aura enveloping him.
He couldn't even use his Devouring Discipline. Every time he tried to summon it would be smashed to smithereens.
This was terrifying.
The fear was etched into the Star-Eater's heart. His voice trembled as he spoke. "I … I concede."
The Pharmacist lifted a hand, and the dagger flew back into her grasp. She turned and floated down to the ground.
In the waiting area, Constantine had been watching the match intently the entire time.
As the representative of the Pontiff's Citadel, he was charged with the most important task of all. He had to win the championship.
The Pontiff's Citadel had suffered greatly. Not just in terms of money, but also in terms of reputation.
The inexplicable appearance of Jueti's disciple had left the Citadel in a foul mood. The people of the Holy City weren't the only ones who complained. Even the leaders of the Western Alliance were questioning the Citadel's actions.
At a time like this, the Citadel needed a boost in reputation.
If Constantine could represent the Pontiff's Citadel and win the championship, then the Citadel's reputation would soar. Their previous problems would no longer be a problem.
That was why the Pontiff had allowed him to participate.
He'd even allowed him to bring the Spear of Judgment.
There was only one goal – to win the championship.
There weren't many people Constantine considered a worthy opponent, but the Pharmacist was one of them.
Perhaps even the strongest.
Constantine had once seen her on Skyfire Avenue.
That time.
The Pharmacist had left a deep impression on him.
She didn't look very old, but she possessed incredible offensive power.
Her heritage seemed to have something to do with Former China.
After some analysis, it was believed that she had inherited the teachings of Celestial Master Qian, second of the Ten Paragons.
Celestial Master Qian was the oldest known Paragon. He'd made his name hundreds of years ago, and no one knew if he was still alive.
But if he was still alive, he would probably be more than four hundred years old.
Jueti had come from behind to become the first Paragon.
But he hadn't fought with Dao Master Qian Tian before, so no one knew how strong Dao Master Qian Tian was.
Some people even said that if Taoist Lord Gantian was still around, then Jueti wouldn't have been able to get first.
If an Adept didn't appear in the world for a hundred years, their name would be erased from the Paragon Rankings.
It had been less than three years since then.
If Celestial Master Qian didn't show up within three years, he would no longer be one of the Paragons.
The following rankings will be progressing.
Constantine was even more certain of his thoughts after seeing the small sword.
Flying swords.
Wasn't this what the cultivators of China were good at during the Upper Yuan Era?
It was said that during the golden age of Chinese cultivators in the Upper Yuan Era, their cultivators combined were enough to sweep through the entire world. They had always been the most powerful existence in all of humanity.
Even Jueti was said to have come from Upper Yuan China. The martial arts he used were part of the Upper Yuan Era China.
If she really was Celestial Master Qian Tian's successor, then things were going to be troublesome.
Constantine's brows furrowed.
He wasn't afraid of the Pharmacist, he had the Spear of Judgment. If they fought one-on-one, it was hard to say who would win. It all depended on how the fight went.
But the Pontiff's Citadel already had an opponent they suspected to be the Terminus Heir. If they were to provoke Celestial Master Qian Tian's successor, then things would get messy.
The Pontiff was strong, but he couldn't take care of everything.
If the Pharmacist really did decide to go against the Pontiff's Citadel, then the Citadel wouldn't have a day of peace unless they killed her.
However, these thoughts vanished from Constantine's mind in a very short period of time. No matter what, nothing was more important than becoming the champion of this tournament.
First, he had to turn the Citadel's trust around.
The Pharmacist gracefully left the stage after her victory. Defeating an early-ninth level Adept wasn't anything to brag about.
As usual, she walked up to the VIP platform from the back. She made her way to the first row to receive Jun 'er.
But when she saw Jun 'er in the Gourmet's arms, instead of the Terminator's, she knew something was wrong.
Her eyes sharpened.
The Gourmet shook his head, indicating it was nothing.
Relieved, the Pharmacist moved to the Gourmet's side and took Jun 'er from him.
"Thank you, Your Majesties, for taking care of my daughter." She bowed politely to the Terminator and the Gourmet.
The Terminator chuckled. "You have an amazing daughter!"
"Huh?"
The Pharmacist paused, thinking the Terminator was joking. "You flatter me, Your Majesty," she said hurriedly.
The Gourmet rose to his feet. "We'll talk about it when we get back.
We'll be on our way, Your Majesty. "With that he shot the Pharmacist a look and led the way, escorting the mother and daughter as they made their way outside.
Now that he had discovered Jun 'er's Gift of Prophecy, the Gourmet couldn't care less. This was too important to Skyfire Avenue, and the Skyfire Avenue Council had to be notified as soon as possible. They had to find the safest way to get Jun' er home.
They had to notify the Clairvoyant as soon as possible.
How Jun 'er's inheritance would be decided by the Clairvoyant.
The Terminator didn't try to stop them. If it were him, he'd have done the same.
The Gourmet hadn't left with Jun 'er because the Pharmacist's tournament hadn't ended yet. Now he had to go back and confirm everything.
Lucifer and Metatron sat in the second row, their faces unfazed. But deep in their eyes, there was a flash of surprise. What could have caused the Gourmet to disregard etiquette and leave first?
It was a sign of disrespect to the Terminator.
But the Terminator didn't seem to have any reaction, which surprised them even more.
Did this mean that Skyfire Avenue and the Major League were on good terms?
By the time the Pharmacist and Gourmet led Jun 'er out of the Major League arena, Lan Jue had already removed her mask and changed her clothes.
In order not to disturb Jun 'er, Lan Jue didn't allow Zhou Qianlin to come with them. Instead, she allowed her to continue watching the tournament. She'd only just begun to learn how to fight, and it was good to watch these high-level Adepts fight.
Lan Jue was a little surprised to see the Gourmet with them, but she hurried to greet him.
"Daddy, you're amazing!" Jun 'er threw herself into Lan Jue's arms.
Lan Jue picked her up and smiled. "Jun 'er was amazing too!
What's wrong, Gourmet, why are you here?
This isn't a good idea.
Did the Terminator leave the arena? "
The Gourmet looked at him, then shook his head. "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Lan Jue's heart skipped a beat when he heard the Gourmet's solemn tone. Something must have happened.
She didn't ask any more questions. With Jun 'er in his arms, the three of them returned to the hotel.
The Gourmet's esteemed position was arranged in the presidential suite. Naturally, Lan Jue and the others joined him.
They closed the door behind them.
The Gourmet's eyes flashed with a hazy gray light. Suddenly, the room darkened, and the room was covered with a layer of grey.
Infernal Isolation.
If an outsider had been watching from the outside, they'd have felt the stench of death.
Lan Jue looked at him in surprise. "Is it that serious?"
The Gourmet nodded solemnly. "It concerns the future of Skyfire Avenue."
Jun'er seemed to have sensed something as well. The little girl was unusually calm as she sat on the sofa, her eyes wide open as if she was thinking about something.
The Pharmacist was equally baffled. "What's going on, Gourmet?
Why does the Terminator look so strange? "
The Gourmet sighed. "You should be glad the Terminator and Jun 'er hit it off. This has something to do with Jun' er.
If I'm not mistaken, Jun 'er's Discipline has awakened. "
Discipline awakened?
Both Lan Jue and the Pharmacist were taken aback by the name. Then their faces lit up with joy. A five year old child had already awakened her Discipline. That meant she had a lot of potential.
The Pharmacist walked to her daughter's side and wrapped her arms around her frail body. "Even so, you two Majesties shouldn't have reacted so strongly, right?
No matter what Discipline it is, how could it surprise you? "
The Gourmet looked her in the eye. "What if it's a prophetic Discipline?"
Lan Jue's eyes went wide, and the Pharmacist's jaw dropped to the floor in shock.
"Prophetic … prophetic Discipline?
You're saying Jun 'er's Discipline is similar to the Clairvoyant's?
That's … "The Pharmacist was a clever woman. She immediately understood why the Gourmet and the Terminator had reacted that way.
Prophet-Type ability users were extremely rare in the world of human ability users.
They were extremely rare.
But it wasn't as if they didn't exist. Most Adepts who awakened their Discipline were semi-prophetic, like the Spirit of Speech.
Even fully prophetic Adepts didn't awaken their Discipline until after the age of twenty.
Jun'er was not even six years old yet. If she had awakened her Prophecy Arcana now, it could be said to be unprecedented!
Even the Clairvoyant was said to have awakened his Discipline when he was ten years old.
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