King's Awakening-Chapter 782 - : Saint Ling Yun

Chapter 782: Chapter 782: Saint Ling Yun

“Saint, Ling Yun.”

To take the path of martial arts and understand the mystery through it, is this even possible?

White Mitchell’s worldview was once again refreshed, prompting him urgently to initiate the next saint’s journey.

White Mitchell, a young man of exceptional talent, is now in an unprecedented predicament. His rare alchemy talent has become the target of an evil alchemist. He was kidnapped, thrown into a mysterious cauldron, facing an inescapable fate. However, White Mitchell didn’t give up. His eyes shimmered with a steadfast glow, his heart filled with hope for the future.

The evil alchemist, seemingly fierce and merciless, revealed a sense of sadness and loneliness in front of White Mitchell. In his pursuit of powerful alchemy, he lost his humanity and became callous. However, deep within him, he still retained a shred of humanity, a longing for understanding and love.

White Mitchell, who seemed to be a controlled victim, was secretly accumulating power, planning ahead. He not only tried to gain the trust of the evil alchemist, but also made great progress in alchemy. His pursuit of justice and brightness allowed him to stay sober and firm in this dark environment.

Through relentless efforts, White Mitchell finally mastered the evil alchemist’s alchemy, which was an unprecedented, unfathomable realm. He realized that to defeat evil, he needed first to grasp evil, understand its nature, find its flaws, and only then could he have the chance to turn defeat into victory.

However, behind all these, a great mystery was hidden. White Mitchell discovered this mystery during a secret alchemy experiment, making him realize that he was not just facing an evil alchemist, but a larger conspiracy. This conspiracy affected the fate of the entire Eastern Continent, and White Mitchell could not ignore it.

He was determined to uncover this mystery and protect his beloved homeland. He knew it was a challenging and treacherous journey, but he was prepared. His heart was filled with faith, and his eyes shimmered with determination.

White Mitchell was no longer a victim trapped in the alchemy cauldron. He had become a warrior resolved to reveal the truth and protect his hometown. With his mastery of alchemy, his wisdom, and his courage, he began his mission.

He began to secretly research the evil alchemist’s actions, observing his behaviors and analyzing his psychology. He attempted to find clues to the conspiracy from this evil alchemist, to find the key to revealing the truth.

White Mitchell demonstrated his alchemy talent. He continuously experimented, failed, and tried again. In the process of alchemy, he not only improved his own alchemy techniques but also deepened his understanding of the evil alchemist’s alchemy.

However, this path was not all smooth sailing. White Mitchell’s actions aroused the suspicion of the evil alchemist, putting him in further danger. But White Mitchell was undeterred. His belief was stronger than ever. He knew everything he did was to protect his home and pursue justice.

In a life-and-death showdown, White Mitchell finally uncovered the truth of the conspiracy. He understood that the conspiracy was hatched by a group of powerful individuals who aim to use alchemy to control the entire Eastern Continent.

At this moment, the evil alchemist, Owen, launched an attack on White Mitchell. He waved his magic wand, releasing eerie alchemy fire, and attacked White Mitchell ferociously.

White Mitchell was on high alert, swiftly dodging the alchemy fire. He figured out Owen’s attack pattern and the flaws in each of his moves. In an instant of an attack, White Mitchell seized Owen’s flaw and quickly counterattacked.

He quickly recited the spell, producing a golden elixir in his hand. He threw the elixir at Owen, and it instantly turned into a golden light and struck Owen.

Owen tried to dodge in fright, but it was too late. The golden light hit him instantly, throwing him out.

White Mitchell took the opportunity to pursue, quickly reached Owen, stepped on his chest, immobilizing him.

“You lost!” White Mitchell declared loudly.

Owen glared at White Mitchell. His eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness. He did not expect to lose to the young man he once controlled.

As White Mitchell looked down at Owen, a wave of unease flooded his heart. He knew that this fight was not over, and greater danger was still waiting for him.

At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind White Mitchell. He felt a strong oppressive force bearing down on him, immobilizing him.

The shadow slowly walked in front of White Mitchell, revealing a strange face. He looked at White Mitchell, with cold light shimmering in his eyes.

“You’ve lost.” The shadow said flatly.

White Mitchell glared at the shadow, his heart filled with unwillingness and despair. He knew he had tried his best, but he had still lost.

The Shadow slowly extended his hand, ready to snatch White Mitchell up. Suddenly, a ray of golden light burst from White Mitchell’s body.

The Shadow was hit by the golden light and thrown back instantly. White Mitchell took the opportunity to stand up, his eyes shimmering with unwavering determination.

He knew the fight was not over. He had to protect the land he loved, and pursue his beliefs and ideals.

He chanted a spell swiftly, holding a golden Elixir in his hand. He threw the Elixir towards the Shadow. The Elixir transformed into a beam of golden light, attacking the Shadow.

This infuriated White Mitchell. He was determined to thwart their evil conspiracy and protect the innocent from the manipulation of wicked forces. His heart was now filled with fearless power and righteousness.

In the face of the evil Alchemist Owen’s pursuit, White Mitchell nimbly dodged his attacks. At the same time, he tried to use his knowledge of Alchemy, exhibiting various marvellous moves. He used the Path of Alchemy, detonating the Alchemy Element within his body, transforming it into strands of flame whips, lashing out at Owen.

Owen was not to be outdone. His Alchemy MagicArray in his hand was as fast as lightning, suppressing White Mitchell’s flame whip. His body rose into the air, transforming into a whirlwind of darkness, plunging straight towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell calmly dodged, meanwhile using his Alchemy to create a barrier of pure light around him. Centering around White Mitchell, the barrier split the whirlwind in half, blocking Owen’s attack.

The duel escalated, their movements became quicker, and their moves became more lethal. White Mitchell never imagined he would be involved in such a life-and-death duel with such a powerful enemy, but he held no regrets, as it was his unequivocal responsibility.

In the process, White Mitchell gradually discerned Owen’s secret. He discovered Owen’s pursuit was not only power, but also a mystifying ability – the power to manipulate life and death, to disrupt the cycle of life and death.

Owen intended to achieve immortality through Alchemy. He had strayed from the essence of the Path of Alchemy and entered the abyss of evil. White Mitchell knew, if Owen gained such power, it would be a disaster, and the entire Eastern Continent would suffer.

Facing such an enemy, White Mitchell did not back down. He drew the Power of the Mind, used his own Alchemy, and launched an incredibly powerful attack. His flame whip became more blazing, like a Flame Dragon attacking Owen.

Owen was not to be outdone. He cast his Life and death magic, a pounding Dark Energy radiated from his body, consuming all of White Mitchell’s flame whips.

Their moves became sharper; their powers were increasingly astonishing. They kept a firm grip on each other, neither one giving in, not for a moment.

Eventually, White Mitchell seized an error in Owen’s control. Owen’s painstakingly built Power of Time disappeared in an instant. He stared in shock at the alchemy cauldron in White Mitchell’s hand, his beloved alchemy device.

In a deep voice, White Mitchell said: “Owen, what you are pursuing is not real power, but decadent immortality. You have strayed from the Path of Alchemy and embarked on the path of evil. Today, I will end your conspiracy.”

He raised the alchemy cauldron in his hand, and in a sudden throw, the alchemy cauldron turned into a lightning-like beam of light, striking fiercely at Owen.

White Mitchell could feel his power rapidly draining. He knew he needed to find a solution quickly. He looked at Owen, a thought flashed across his mind.

He quickly started chanting a spell, trying to mimic Owen’s Alchemy. His fingers swiftly cut through the air, and bizarre Runes appeared accordingly.

A flash of surprise crossed Owen’s eyes. He didn’t expect White Mitchell could do this. He wanted to stop White Mitchell, but it was too late.

White Mitchell’s runes instantly released a tremendous power, a powerful pressure attacked Owen. Owen was hit by this power and was thrown back instantly.

White Mitchell quickly moved forward, ready to snatch Owen up. Just then, Owen let out a cold laugh; his body vanished into thin air.

White Mitchell was taken aback. He knew Owen must have used some secret technique to escape his control. But he was unfazed. He knew that as long as he persevered, he would definitely defeat Owen.

He began to search for traces of Owen in his surroundings, he knew that Owen would appear again.

Suddenly, he felt a strong pressure rushing towards him. He turned his head and found that Owen was standing behind him, holding a wand that shimmered with a cold light.

Owen sneered, and the wand in his hand released great energy instantaneously. White Mitchell wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

The energy struck him instantly, and he felt his body being devoured in a moment. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself locked in a dark dungeon. He felt that his strength had somewhat returned, but he knew he needed more time to recover to his previous state.

He began to search for ways to escape, but the dungeon seemed indestructible. He tried various methods, but none were successful.

Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. He felt a strong pressure coming towards him, which made him immobilized.

The shadow slowly approached White Mitchell, revealing an unfamiliar face. The man looked young, but his eyes twinkled with cunning light.

“You lost.” The shadow said lightly.

White Mitchell glared at the shadow, his heart filled with resentment and despair. He didn’t expect to lose to this evil alchemist.

Looking at White Mitchell’s expression, the shadow felt somewhat triumphant. He knew he had control over White Mitchell, and he could make him do anything he wanted.

At that moment, a burst of golden light suddenly exploded from White Mitchell’s body.

Owen’s eyes narrowed, and he fended off with all his strength. He moved his body swiftly, skillfully avoiding the attack from the alchemy cauldron, thus evading a fatal blow.

However, White Mitchell did not give up. He pursued Owen like a phantom, continuously launching attacks. The Alchemy Cauldron danced in his hands, each swing was accompanied by dazzling flames and the piercing sound of air breaking.

Owen felt a huge threat, his heart filled with anger and fear. He understood that if he couldn’t get rid of White Mitchell’s pursuit soon, the result would be disastrous.

So, Owen decided to use his ace in the hole – the Life-Death Curse.

He opened his arms, and a layer of black fog emitted from his body, covering the entire battlefield. The vague figures in the black fog were the illusions of Owen being reborn in the cycle of life and death.

White Mitchell felt a tremendous pressure. Every illusion in the black fog could launch a terrifying attack. He evaded carefully but still suffered severe damage. Each attack was a measure of life and death.

However, White Mitchell was not defeated by Owen’s ace. He knew that only by persisting could he protect the peace and tranquility of the Eastern Continent.

He used the Power of the Mind to calm down and observe every move Owen made. He saw Owen’s weakness; the control over the cycle of life and death was not perfect, just relying on Dark Power as a supplement.

So, White Mitchell decided to take advantage of Owen’s weakness to find a breakthrough. He waited for the right moment, looking for Owen’s loophole.

Finally, he saw an opportunity. Owen exposed his loophole in an attack, he relied more on Dark Power, revealing a defensive flaw.

White Mitchell immediately seized this opportunity. He appeared next to Owen in an instant, and the alchemy cauldron in his hand emitted a deafening roar. He swung the alchemy cauldron at the fastest speed, striking hard towards Owen’s heart.

Owen felt White Mitchell’s attack, he tried to dodge, but it was too late. The alchemy cauldron struck him instantly, sending him flying.

White Mitchell seized the opportunity to pursue. He quickly appeared before Owen, one foot on his chest, leaving him motionless.

“You’ve lost!” White Mitchell declared loudly.

Staring at White Mitchell, Owen’s eyes were filled with bitterness and unwillingness. He didn’t expect to lose to this young man who he once controlled.

White Mitchell looked at Owen, a sense of unease welling up in his heart. He knew that this battle was not over and greater dangers were waiting for him.

Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared behind White Mitchell. He felt a powerful pressure assaulting him, immobilizing him.

The shadow slowly walked towards White Mitchell, revealing an unfamiliar face. He looked at White Mitchell, his eyes glinting with a cold light.

“You’ve lost,” the shadow said indifferently.

Staring at the shadow, White Mitchell was filled with unwillingness and despair. He didn’t expect to lose to this wicked alchemist.

The shadow slowly reached out its hand, preparing to capture White Mitchell. Just then, a burst of golden light erupted from White Mitchell’s body.

The golden light hit the shadow, swallowing him instantly. The shadow let out a horrible scream before disappearing into the golden light.

White Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had won. He used his wisdom and courage to defeat the wicked alchemist and the plot behind him.

He felt his strength rapidly depleting. He knew he needed to find a solution quickly. Looking at Owen, an idea flashed in his mind.

He quickly chanted a spell, trying to mimic Owen’s alchemy. His fingers swiftly traced through the air, strange runes appearing as he did so.

A hint of surprise appeared in Owen’s eyes. He didn’t expect that White Mitchell could do this. He wanted to stop White Mitchell, but it was already too late.

The runes White Mitchell created released powerful energy, assaulting Owen with a powerful pressure. Owen was hit by this energy, immediately flung away.

White Mitchell quickly stepped forward, planning to capture Owen. Just then, Owen let out a cold laugh, his body disappearing into thin air.

A shock went through White Mitchell’s heart. He knew Owen must have used some sort of secret technique to escape his control. But he wasn’t discouraged, knowing that as long as he persevered, he could definitely defeat Owen.

He began searching for Owen’s traces around him, knowing that Owen would appear again.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful pressure assailing him. He turned his head and saw Owen standing behind him, holding a dazzlingly icy wand.

Owen sneered, the wand in his hand instantly releasing a powerful energy. White Mitchell wanted to evade, but it was too late.

The energy hit him in an instant, he felt his body being swallowed up. His vision went black, losing consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself confined in a dark cell. He felt some of his strength had returned, but he knew that he needed more time to recover to his previous state.

He started to look for ways to escape, but the cell seemed indestructible. He tried various methods, but none were successful.

Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared before him. He felt a powerful pressure assaulting him, immobilizing him again.

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The shadow slowly walked towards White Mitchell, revealing an unfamiliar young face. Despite this person looking quite young, his eyes were twinkling playfully.

“You’ve lost,” the shadow said indifferently.

White Mitchell glared at the Shadow, his heart filled with bitterness and despair. He never imagined himself being defeated by this ominous alchemist.

The Shadow looked at White’s expression, a hint of smug satisfaction in its heart. It knew it had gained control over White and could manipulate him to do anything it wanted.

Just then, a burst of golden light erupted from within White’s body. The Shadow was hit by the golden light, and instantaneously, was flung away.

White took this chance to stand up, his eyes filled with an unwavering resolve. He knew the battle was far from over. He had to protect his beloved home, pursuing his faith and ideals.

A voice resonated from deep inside him: “I can’t surrender! I must defeat evil!”

Taking in a deep breath, he focused his spirit and began chanting a spell. His fingers drew runes in the air, the runes seemed alive, radiating a golden aura.

Suddenly, a powerful force surged from his body, instantly repelling the enclosing dark energy. Then, a colossal beam of golden light descended from the sky, illuminationg the entire cell as if it were day. Owen scrambled to evade but failed to dodge White’s alchemy cauldron’s attack, only to feel an intense pain from his chest. He looked down, incredulously, to find a bloody wound on his heart inflicted by White’s alchemy cauldron.

Owen roared in fury as the dark aura within him erupted, enveloping his body. Dark power consolidated into a black shield, layered on top of one another, rapidly healing his wound.

White watched Owen calmly, his heart a mixture of awe and disdain. Though Owen was powerful, he had failed to truly comprehend the essence of the life-death cycle, becoming a demon driven merely by the lust for power.

With a sneer, Owen glared at White as the dark power in his hands grew stronger, as though it sought to devour the whole world. Owen mocked, “White Mitchell, do you really think you can defeat me? I am the ruler of the darkness, and you are destined to be a sacrifice for my power.”

White, however, remained unmoved. He tightly grasped the alchemy cauldron and coldly retorted: “Owen, the power obtained in the name of darkness won’t last. You have not truly understood the mystery of the life-death cycle and have been consumed by your momentary lust for power.”

Owen roared in rage, the dark power in his body exploding instantaneously and creating a massive dark palm that slapped toward White. Its incredible pressure twisted the surrounding air

In this critical juncture, White remained calm. He executed a movement technique to dodge Owen’s attack, then rapidly summoned the power of the mind to find Owen’s weak spot with his acute insight.

With a flicker, White instantly appeared behind Owen, the alchemy cauldron in his hand brutally smashing toward Owen’s skull. The alchemy cauldron emitted a harsh sound of wind and thunder, as if it were to smash Owen into pieces.

Owen turned around abruptly, a hint of terror flashing in his eyes. He exerted all his strength to form a black hole using his dark power, attempting to swallow White’s attack.

White, however, was undeterred. He fused the power of the mind, intensifying the striking force of the alchemy cauldron. The alchemy cauldron collided with the black hole creating a deafening explosion.

The atmosphere seemed to solidify as both powers momentarily found balance in the confrontation. White and Owen felt unprecedented pressure as they struggled against each other.

White was taken aback to find that Owen’s dark power seemed to be growing stronger. He couldn’t help but wonder, had Owen discovered the true secrets of the life-death cycle?

Owen laughed through clenched teeth, his eyes gleaming with madness. “White Mitchell, do you really think you can stop me? The dark power will devour everything, even you!”

White didn’t have time to ponder. He knew he had to find Owen’s weakness quickly; otherwise, the tide of battle would turn against him.

He intensified his power of the mind, meticulously observing every move Owen made. Suddenly, he noticed a weak point in Owen’s dark force that seemed to be fading away.

An idea flashed across White’s mind, and he seized the opportunity. He dodged Owen’s attack and appeared at his side, and struck harshly at his ribs.

A dull grunt escaped from Owen as his dark power dispersed in an instant. He began to stagger, almost falling to the ground.

A cold smile flashed across White’s face, his eyes filled with determination. He knew it was time to put an end to everything.

The alchemy cauldron in his hand once again resonated loudly. He lifted it, preparing to strike Owen heavily.

Just at this moment, Owen suddenly let out a sharp cold laugh. His body swelled instantaneously, and the dark power burst out from his body, shaking White Mitchell back in an instant.

White Mitchell rolled around in the air a few times before managing to stabilize his figure. He felt a strong sense of threat emanating from Owen, knowing that Owen had prepared his defenses—he needed to find a breakthrough.

At that moment, he noticed that Owen seemed to be showing signs of fear. A thought crossed his mind, and he immediately came up with an idea.

He rapidly recited a spell, hiding his body in the darkness, and as silent as a ghost, approached Owen. Utilizing the fear in Owen’s heart, he gradually closed in on him.

Just when he was a step away from Owen, he suddenly let out a sharp scream. His body instantaneously transformed into a golden light, viciously attacking Owen.

Owen was terrified and wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The golden light hit him directly, sending him flying.

But just at this moment, Owen suddenly struggled to stand up. His face, bloodied and battered, was filled with rage and pain. He pointed at White Mitchell with a trembling finger and rasped, “Do you think this can end everything? Remember, I am the Thousand Year Worm!”

White Mitchell raised his eyebrows slightly—he didn’t understand what Owen meant by “Thousand Year Worm”. Although he felt a little puzzled, he had no intention of letting go of this opportunity. He wielded the alchemy cauldron and smashed it towards Owen fiercely.

However, Owen easily dodged this blow. Suddenly his figure soared into the sky, morphing into a black whirlwind. The whirlwind, carrying a wild power, attacked White Mitchell, who instinctively backed away, evading the whirlwind’s attack.

The unexpected transformation of Owen made White Mitchell feel unprecedented pressure, but he had no intention of retreating. He silently vowed in his heart that no matter what Owen turned into, he would not give up.

White Mitchell turned bloodthirsty. Without any hesitation, he swung the alchemy cauldron yet again at Owen. He knew that only immense power could defeat this Thousand Year Worm.

Owen keenly sensed the determination and resolve emanating from White Mitchell. He sneered, turning into a black whirlwind and pounced on White Mitchell. The whirlwind flickered with malicious power of darkness, completely engulfing everything in its path.

The terrifying power from Owen gave White Mitchell an unprecedented pressure. He knew he had to find a breakthrough to defeat his opponent. He quickly adjusted his mindset, bringing his concentration to an unprecedented height.

At that moment, White Mitchell suddenly noticed a possible weakness. He had previously noticed that when Owen was launching an attack, his dark power would momentarily converge, seemingly accompanied by the chant of a spell.

White Mitchell decided to meet it head-on and rapidly hurled the power of the mind at Owen. At the critical moment, he noticed a small flaw in Owen’s throat.

White Mitchell was overjoyed. He immediately launched a rapid-punch, aiming straight for Owen’s throat. Owen reacted swiftly, but was still hit by White Mitchell’s attack.

Owen let out a scream. He felt his power fading away, his Dark Power was gradually dissipating. He glared at White Mitchell and sneered, “Do you think you can defeat me just like that? You’re too naive!”

White Mitchell’s expression was serious. He knew that defeating Owen would not be easy. He decided to take a risky attempt, spinning quickly and emitting a great amount of energy from his body.

At this moment, a peculiar and surging power surged from his body, emitting a radiant rainbow-like glow. White Mitchell’s body gradually became transparent, his eyes shining with a gleam of wisdom.

Owen stared in shock at everything happening, feeling the powerful aura and energy emanating from White Mitchell. He knew that he was facing a formidable opponent.

White Mitchell filled his heart with determination and decided to launch his final attack. He swung the alchemy cauldron, his wings unfurled behind him, shining brilliantly like a phoenix.

His whole body was shrouded in scorching flames, emitting a chilling aura of death. Owen felt the arrival of death, a faint fear rising in his heart.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, a determined look flashed in his eyes. He took a step forward and charged at Owen with astonishing speed. His fist, like a shooting star, crashed into Owen’s body.

Owen screamed, raising his longsword in an attempt to block White Mitchell’s attack. However, in front of White Mitchell’s immense power, Owen’s sword was as light as a feather.

He was ruthlessly struck by White Mitchell’s fist, sending him flying backwards in an instant. He collided with a large tree, knocking off branches and leaves from the force of his impact.

Owen struggled to his feet, fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with rage and defiance. He glared at White Mitchell and gritted his teeth, saying, “White Mitchell, don’t get cocky too soon! I refuse to be defeated and die at your hands so easily!”

White Mitchell let out a cold laugh, his emitted energy becoming even more potent. He fiercely assaulted Owen, not allowing him a moment to breathe. Over and over again, Owen was sent flying back, his wounds increasing with each hit.

White Mitchell had no mercy in his heart, only seeking to completely defeat Owen, to annihilate him totally. He knew that was the only way to stop Owen from harming the people of the world again.

Just when Owen began to feel despair, he suddenly felt a mysterious power stirring within his body. He vehemently refused to be defeated so easily and knew that the only way to match White Mitchell in battle was to unlock his own potential.

He closed his eyes, tensing every muscle in his body, his breath growing heavy and forceful. He began to stimulate the power inside him and gradually, his body began to emit a faint glow, like a shimmering constellation of stars.

White Mitchell noticed the change in Owen, his brow furrowing slightly. He knew that Owen was starting to launch his final counterattack.

Owen slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of madness flashing across his pupils. He rushed towards White Mitchell, his eyes filled with desperation and insanity.

White Mitchell faced Owen’s attack, not retreating even a step. He defended against every one of Owen’s blows with all his strength, their figures intertwining on the battlefield.

For that moment, the whole battlefield was enveloped with their energy, as if heaven and earth were trembling at their combat. The collision of their fists and kicks caused a deafening noise.

Owen’s power was growing stronger, making White Mitchell feel threatened. He understood that he must exert even greater power to resist Owen, otherwise, he would be totally defeated.

White Mitchell focused his mind and started to mobilize the energy within his body. His body began to emit dazzling light, and a powerful energy surrounded him, forming an invisible protective barrier.

Owen felt the power of White Mitchell, surprising him. But he did not back down, and instead, he resolved to use his full strength to defeat White Mitchell.

Owen’s power gradually reached its peak, and his body emitted a dazzling dark light. He launched his most powerful attack, his fist carrying a force that seemed to obliterate all it touched, smashing towards White Mitchell.

Simultaneously, White Mitchell also launched his most powerful attack. He swung the alchemy cauldron, bursting out flames that spanned thousands of feet. His wings flapped vigorously, creating a dazzling ocean of fire.

The two powerful forces collided in mid-air, causing a massive explosion. For a moment, the entire battlefield was engulfed in flames, with miasma and energy raging like a storm.

White Mitchell felt Owen’s attack, his body emitting a brilliant light. His energy converged in his palm, forming a formidable force. He swung both hands towards Owen.

His attack was as hot as a scorching sun, carrying boundless power. Between his palms, energy continuously gathered, transforming into a giant column of energy.

Owen looked at White Mitchell’s attack, a ruthless look flashing across his eyes. Grinding his teeth, the power within his body surged violently. He intensified his own attack and launched his most powerful counterattack.

His attack was like a dark meteor, carrying a destructive power against White Mitchell. His attack tore through the void, inciting violent spatial fluctuations.

The powerful attacks collided once again, causing a deafening roar. The entire battlefield was devoured by energy, terrifying like the apocalypse.

White Mitchell’s attack hit Owen’s one and sent it retreating instantly. Owen’s body somersaulted in the air while he coughed a mouthful of fresh blood.

White Mitchell did not stop, he swiftly flew towards Owen, ready to unleash an even more deadly attack. Owen lifted his head to look at White Mitchell, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He was aware that he could no longer withstand White Mitchell’s attack, and he could only resort to using his own final card. He began to recite an ancient spell, summoning a horrific force.

A dark energy surged from within his body, forming a large dark vortex. His body started to become transparent as if it were about to disappear.

White Mitchell was watching the transformation of Owen, and he could sense that something was wrong. He wanted to stop Owen, but it was already too late.

Owen’s body completely disappeared, leaving behind a black vortex. The vortex began to spin rapidly, emitting a terrible suction force. White Mitchell tried to back away, but found that he could no longer move.

His body was swallowed by the black vortex, disappearing in an instant. The entire battlefield fell silent, with only the black vortex still spinning.

The vortex gradually dissipated, revealing Owen’s true body. His body emitted a strong Dark Aura, his face showing a hint of an evil smile.

“White Mitchell, you are still too young,” Owen sneered.

White Mitchell remained silent. He knew that even though he had won, he had also paid a huge price. His heart was filled with sorrow and helplessness, aware that he had lost too much.

He raised his head and looked at Owen, his eyes glowing with a steadfast light. He was aware that his journey was still long and that he needed to continue to move forward and grow stronger.

He took a deep breath and then turned to leave. He knew that this battlefield was no longer his stage and that he needed to find a wider world to explore.

The roar of countless Flame Dragons echoed through the sky, and the enormous energy fluctuations caused turbulence around them. The forces between heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart by the power of these two.

Owen’s attacks were like a storm, each carrying a destructive power. His figure moved swiftly from left to right, rapidly changing positions, making it difficult to perceive. White Mitchell, as usual, launched sharp and fierce attacks. Every swing of his alchemy cauldron stirred up a gust of wind, igniting the surrounding air instantly.

Each movement they made was fatal, resulting in severe injuries or even death when landed. The battlefield was saturated with a murderous aura and the stench of death, causing hearts to tremble.

In the fierce battle, both were severely injured. Blood flowed from their bodies, but they never stopped. In the flames of the fight, their eyes became more determined. They poured their resolve and perseverance into each attack.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in this intense battle, every second felt like a year. But as this drawn-out battle progressed, White noticed that Owen’s power was declining. His punches gradually slowed, and his breathing became more labored.

White Mitchell sensed an opportunity and decided to launch the final blow. He concentrated all his energy onto the alchemy cauldron, forming a massive fireball. The fire blazed intensely, and the energy shock waves radiated out in waves.

He abruptly lifted the alchemy cauldron, and the fireball soared into the sky, heading towards Owen with an unstoppable force. Sensing the impending danger, Owen quickly summoned the Power of darkness, forming a dark protective shield.

The fireball instantly collided with the dark shield, causing a massive explosion as the two powerful energies clashed. Flames and darkness spread simultaneously, intertwining into a sea of fire and a dark swamp.

The explosion echoed through the valley, and the energy fluctuations stirred the whole sky. As the after-effects of the explosion gradually dissipated, the figures of White Mitchell and Owen began to emerge from the smoke.

Most of White Mitchell’s robe had been scorched. A gaping wound on his chest was bleeding continuously. However, surprisingly, he stood still, his face still bearing a firm expression.

Meanwhile, Owen had fallen to the ground, his dark shield completely shattered, and his body drenched in blood. He struggled to get up, a bitter smile on his lips. “White Mitchell, indeed you are stronger than me,” he admitted.

White Mitchell gave a small smile and swung his hand, causing his alchemy cauldron to transform into a beam of light and return to his body. He walked up to Owen, helped him up, and said, “You are a worthy opponent. We both have our strengths; it just so happens that you lost today.”

Looking at White Mitchell, Owen had an admiring look in his eyes. “White Mitchell, you truly deserve to be called Sword Saint. I am willing to accept you as my teacher,” he said.

White Mitchell was taken aback. He didn’t expect Owen to say such words. Smiling slightly, he patted Owen on the shoulder, “Alright, Owen, I am willing to take you as my disciple.”

The two of them stood together in the valley where fires of battle still raged, each looking at the other. From this day onward, they would embark on the path of the Sword Dao together, venturing into even more profound realms.

The Sword Saint and his Sword Disciple, both stepping into a new phase together. Their story would continue, and their swords would keep thriving.