I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 1009 - 1011: These Are All Their Parents

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1011: These Are All Their Parents

“As you command!”

“Kill!”

At the order of the potbellied middle-aged man, ten Half-Saint Strong Experts simultaneously struck, sweeping frightening Immortal Yuan Power in all directions. In an instant, mountains crumbled, and the ground split apart. The Blade Sect gates collapsed thunderously. The terrifying energy fluctuations battered the Great Elder and the grey-clothed elder, leaving them bloodied and severely injured, teetering on the brink of death.

“How… How could you do this!”

“I’m a Half-Saint Cultivation Level; how can you kill me!”

The grey-clothed elder spat out blood, his heart filled with unwillingness.

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“Pugh!”

The Great Elder also vomited a mouthful of blood. The combined might of ten Half-Saints was undoubtedly horrific. They had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as they were beaten to a cripple, nearly losing their lives instantly.

The only reason they were still breathing was that these strong experts had held back. They were Half-Saints after all, and their Sin Value had already reached a significant number; no one wanted to be burdened with such a large amount of sin for no reason.

“Act now, chop them down!”

In the void, on the Taishi Chair, the skinny old man smashed his teapot and said indifferently.

“Reporting to our senior, we are ultimately outsiders. This conflict between sword and blade is an internal struggle of the Eastern Continent; should the final blow be delivered by cultivators from the Eastern Continent?”

The potbellied middle-aged man respectfully clasped his hands together and spoke.

They did not want to accumulate this massive amount of Sin Value; it would be best if Xiao Lao Di personally executed these two men.

“Hmm?”

“If you can’t handle even this minor issue, how will you manage outside? It’s just some Sin Value, what’s there to fear!”

“Ying Diao, you do it!”

The skinny old man narrowed his eyes, his voice tinged with displeasure.

“Yes!”

Ying Diao stepped forward and instantly reached the front of the grey-clothed elder and the Great Elder.

“No, no, no, Sect Master Ying, you can’t…”

The grey-clothed elder and the Great Elder wore expressions of terror, wanting to say more, but Ying Diao didn’t give them any chance. He drew the Galaxy Sword from his waist, its cold light flashing briefly before he decisively decapitated both men.

He was not one to show mercy in such times; he had understood the maxim ‘kick them while they’re down’ ever since he had entered the Cultivation World.

With these two Half-Saint Strong Experts dead, the Blade Sect could essentially be said to have lost its backbone and could disband on the spot.

“From today onwards, the Eastern Continent will have no Blade Sect!”

“You have three days to dissolve it yourselves. Afterwards, either hide from the world or join the Sword Sect. In the following month, I, Ying Diao, will open my gates wide to recruit disciples. I hope you all grasp this opportunity well!”

Ying Diao waved his hand, collecting all the treasures that burst from the two men’s Dantians into his bag, and stated plainly.

At the same time, a crimson light flashed in the void.

Above Ying Diao’s head, the Sin Value floated up.

“Sin Value: Fifty Million!”

Swoosh!

The list descended.

List of Villains.

Rank seven hundred: Sword Sect’s Ying Diao!

Killing two Half-Saint Strong Experts propelled Ying Diao up three hundred places, entering the top one thousand. Even among the sin-riddled forces of the Demon Path, this Sin Value was considered top-notch.

“50 million Sin Value!”

“It’s just a Half-Saint and yet he has such an extent of Sin Value, how many strong experts has he killed?”

“The Half-Saint Cultivators who died at his hands are definitely not just the two from earlier, he has killed other Half-Saints!”

The scarlet Sin Value flickered with a bewitching glow in the void, and all ten faces of the Half-Saints standing beside the wizened old man changed. Although Sin Value cannot be completely equated with strength, it can, to a certain extent, reflect a cultivator’s general prowess.

The higher the Sin Value, the more people the cultivator has killed, and the more dangerous they are.

The menu was arranged by price from low to high, with only a few signature dishes placed on the front page.

Emily couldn’t help but gasp inwardly, these dishes were way too expensive, simply several times the price of her family’s restaurant…

Although the Avie Hotel wasn’t considered a top restaurant, it still had some fame in E City, and ordinary people wouldn’t go there to dine.

But now, looking at this place, there was really no comparison.

“One 70% cooked French-style steak.” At this time, Baron Stuart had already ordered and handed the menu back to the waiter.

Emily raised her head to look at him and then lowered it to find the French-style steak on the price list.

Well, although it was a bit expensive, compared to the ones at the back, this was still acceptable.

She might as well order this one too.

“The same, thank you.” She looked up and smiled at the waiter, also handing back the menu.

Just as the waiter left, Emily glanced over and saw Elia Parker and her daughter slowly approaching, looking as if they were searching for someone.

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Could it be that they would come to them?

Thinking of Iris Carter’s gaze at Baron Stuart just now – how she was almost about to pounce on him – would she be coming in here specifically for him?

But that didn’t seem right either, she remembered them talking about looking for a ‘Golden Son-in-law’ when they alighted from their car.

As soon as Elia Parker and her daughter entered, they started looking around, searching for the so-called ‘Boss Beckham’ as they glanced at the seats.

“Over there!” Elia Parker’s sharp eyes spotted the elegant seat next to Baron Stuart’s.

Emily looked over accordingly and saw a young man sitting next to their neighboring seat.

His appearance was quite good; he looked like a business owner and had a decent temperament.

“What are you looking at?” Seeing her gaze fixed on another place, Baron Stuart couldn’t help but also follow her line of sight and noticed that she was actually looking at another man.

When he turned back, Baron Stuart’s expression was slightly gloomy.

Really, was that man more handsome than him? She ignored his world-class good looks to look at other men.

Seeing his sudden darkening face, Emily was startled, “What’s wrong?”

The seating for Iris and her party was only separated from Baron Stuart and Emily by a single aisle. As they were talking, Iris immediately turned her head and caught sight of that handsome face she was fascinated with.

Just now, it was under the dim street lamp, but now, this face was even more captivating. She really wanted to know if this man’s face was naturally beautiful or photoshopped!

“Iris!” Seeing her daughter distracted, Elia Parker had to call her name softly.

Boss Beckham was someone she had gone to great lengths to arrange a meeting with, and she couldn’t let her daughter spoil this opportunity.

Iris came back to her senses, looked at her mother, and asked in a low voice, “What’s up?!”

Elia Parker helplessly gave her a look, reminding her of the man sitting opposite them.

Then, she turned her face and looked at the man with a big smile, “Hehe, Boss Beckham, this is my daughter, Iris!”

“Could it be you’ve forgotten that we are also sheltering quite a few genius Disciples from the Super Sects within our Sword Sect?”

The old man said lazily.

As his voice fell, Ying Diao’s pupils suddenly contracted: “Could it be they are their…”

The old man waved his hand nonchalantly and spoke: “They’re their parents.”

Ying Diao: “…”

Li Xiaobai: “…”