After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 397 - 370: Little Chloe, in such a sorry state? (3 more updates)

Chapter 397: Chapter 370: Little Chloe, in such a sorry state? (3 more updates)

"Meow!!"

The black cat shows a pained expression, as the man begins to cast his spell.

Chloe Stephens channels her witchcraft powers, pushing back against the man’s binding curse.

However, she had used a lot of energy to get here, and hadn’t had time to recover, so her power seemed somewhat weak.

Her attack fails to break the man’s binding spell.

"Is that all you eastern ancient martial artists have got?"

The man laughs cruelly, mocking her.

A silver needle appears in Chloe’s hand. Like being drawn by a magnetic field, the Nine Needles surround the man.

With her strength, she controls the Nine Needle Method. The silver needles hanging in the air suddenly emit a strong binding power, compressing the man’s witchcraft curse.

The Nine Needles are about to bind the man when...

Suddenly, fierce flames burst out from the man.

The silver needles burn and Chloe watches as they’re destroyed before her eyes.

The man is not just a witch but also a special power-user.

He practices both!

"Meow."

The black cat tries to struggle.

But the very next second, the man squeezes it tighter, causing its body to contract.

The black cat’s eyes bulge as it struggles in extreme pain. It’s being burned by the Power of Flames and its body is being squeezed.

It continues to struggle.

"Meow..."

Its voice gradually grows weaker.

Chloe channel her witchcraft power once again, unexpectedly pressing it towards the man.

The man releases his grip, taken aback as he turns to look at Chloe, "You’re a witch!"

Impossible.

It’s known that ancient martial artists from the east learning western magic speed up their death.

Therefore, the powers of the east and west are always clearly distinguished.

Only a madman would choose to study both self-destructive forces.

"Even if I don’t kill you, you won’t live much longer."

The man suddenly withdraws his witchcraft power. He knows that he is wasting his time here.

However,

Just as he begins to retreat, Chloe springs up from behind him.

The black cat lands heavily in the corner, groaning weakly twice before fainting.

Chloe chases after him, grabbing and yanking him down.

"Bang Bang!"

They land hard in the center of the church, shattering all the pews.

The man is terrified. With the black cat gone, Chloe’s attacks are more ruthless and fierce.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

She lifts him up again, smacking him around like a ragdoll.

Slammed against the wall and hoisted up, she repeatedly swings him to and fro.

So much so, that the man loses any chance to counterattack.

But he notices that Chloe is exhausting her energy and waits for an opportunity. He dashes away, using his witchcraft curse to teleport himself out.

Chloe’s last three silver needles break through the wall with an explosive noise.

This clearly shows the force behind these three silver needles.

Chloe takes a short breath, and opts not to chase after him.

That man would be seriously injured by the silver needles that had pierced through the wall, he’d need to take a while to recover.

Although she had paid a price, she also made a discovery.

There are ancient martial artists in the Herta Kingdom who are practitioners of western magic and they’re incredibly powerful.

*

Late at night.

On a ship.

A girl stands quietly on the deck.

She cradles a black cat in her arms.

Nobody aboard the ship knows when this Eastern girl got on board. They were on an overnight cruise.

Most of the passengers are affluent members of the Western middle class.

In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle behind her, the girl stands alone at the front of the ship.

"Meow..."

A feeble meow rings out.

Chloe looks down.

The black cat struggles to get up.

"Meow."

"Do you know who that man is?"

"Meow."

"Good."

"Meow, Meow..."

"I will give you the chance to avenge yourself."

"Meow."

Reassured, the black cat settles back down.

Chloe raises her dark eyes, staring out at the horizon.

The western European Sutherland Clan certainly has some nerve. She would make them pay dearly.

Slowly, she tightens her hold on the cat in her arms.

"Meow." The black cat purrs gently, but does not wake up.

*

At sunrise, the girl appears outside the train station of a city. A girl and a cat walk on the clean pavement, step by step towards a car in the morning light.

A tall, bewitching man leans against the car. Cars come and go beside him. In his camouflage clothes, he stands out, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He squints at the girl and cat approaching him.

"Little Chloe, looking so ragged?"

The man’s voice is soothing, gentle, with a refreshing undertone that inexplicably puts one at ease.