My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1289 - 491: Deadly Sin_3

Chapter 1289: Chapter 491: Deadly Sin_3

If Owen Bertram had a beard, he would definitely be very puzzled and speechless, tugging at his beard right now. You were just so stubborn, tough as a real man. Having been beaten up, have you switched to a gender-changing game now?

It’s true that you are close to Sang Island, but do you really have to learn their bad customs?

Owen Bertram and the National Master maintained a distance of one arm’s length and arrived side by side at the huge square. On the way, Owen Bertram felt somewhat unbearable; it seemed that countless resentful eyes were watching him from all around.

The Dragon Water Palace has a sense of "I might not be able to defeat you, but I can disgust you to death!"

Finally, when they arrived at the square, the resentment faded away but didn’t disappear.

National Master looked at the Ancient Well and spoke softly, "In every imperial palace in this world, there is such an ancient well. They are the manifestations of the cruel struggles within the palace.

Eunuchs and palace maids who knew too many secrets, Imperial Concubines who should not have been favored, imperial sons and daughters who were born out of plan, etc., this ancient well is their destination!

Too much resentment has collected in the Ancient Well, and too many corpses have sunk into it. In the Dragon Water Palace, these corpses are even more diverse, covering almost all the living species of that time, thus creating this Demon.

It can almost be immune to the divine powers of all races and devour any kind of creature."

The National Master revealed the origin of the demons in the ancient well and then asked Owen Bertram, "Which of us should take the first shot?" Owen Bertram immediately said, "National Master, you are older and experienced. You should go first."

Annoyance flickered across the National Master’s beautiful and bright face, but she quickly regained her calm demeanor and nodded slightly, "All right, I’ll go first."

She stepped onto the jade brick of the square, the ancient well roared, and the black water and ice flame rushed into the sky. The massive Demon emerged, covered in hateful eyes, shooting out red lights.

At this time, the National Master wanted to vent her small dissatisfaction and looked back at Owen Bertram, saying, "Respecting the old and caring for the young, you are the little fellow. I will take care of you."

The National Master deliberately emphasized the word "little fellow." Owen Bertram had the urge to let his younger brother out and show her a thing or two!

Owen Bertram repeatedly told himself: hold back, hold back--

The National Master was very annoyed. This young man really didn’t know how to speak. If you had just said that you were being modest as the National Master was a woman, wouldn’t everyone be happy? But no, you had to poke at her sore spot.

Owen Bertram was not afraid of the Demon either. In fact, he had the most confidence in dealing with this kind of creature. However, he had never seen the National Master take action personally. Since she became famous too early, many of her past battles had become unreliable myths. Therefore, Owen Bertram had to see it for himself and find out her true level.

As the National Master turned her head to talk to Owen Bertram, the Demon opened countless huge, broken mouths, letting out shrieks and howls that sounded like a mixture of baby cries and women’s screams. These terrifying sounds pierced the soul, and at the same time, the red light from its eyes converged and swept towards the National Master in an instant.

But the National Master was nowhere to be seen, and the red light cut a straight, smoking trench on the jade brick floor of the square.

While the Demon was bewildered, the National Master had already appeared above its head. The Demon was floating several hundred feet above the ground, but the National Master had appeared even higher in the void, forming an absolute suppression on the Demon.

Then, Owen Bertram witnessed a combat method he had never anticipated: the National Master rolled up her sleeves. She was wearing an intricate and gorgeous traditional Sang Island dress, a traditional Sang Island hairstyle, adorned with pearl hairpins and decorations, looking extremely delicate from head to toe.

Now, she bared a slim, white jade arm and reached down.

Boom!

The huge Demon was pressed directly to the ground by that jade arm. The countless broken mouths of the Demon let out indignant roars and screams again, but it couldn’t break free no matter what it did.

The National Master frowned slightly, as if annoyed by the noise. She lifted her arm and then dropped it, slamming the Demon into the ground several times. The Demon’s body began to crumble!

Owen Bertram was dumbstruck. The power of her arm and the visual effect were very contrasting. If it were a vajra arm that abused the Demon like this, he could accept it, but how could such a beautiful arm be so violent?National Master released his hand, floated up, and his sleeves fell down to cover his snow-white jade-like arm. The Demon turned into a soft, sticky flesh and automatically drilled back into the Ancient Well. All its mouths closed tight, not daring to make a sound.

Soon the entire square was silent, even the rattling sound of the chains had disappeared.

Using Divine Skill, the National Master gathered clear water to wash his hands and returned to address Owen Bertram who was still having trouble accepting what had just happened: "Why do you think those arrogant and untamed Martial Cultivators and the cunning and treacherous Stealth Cultivators of Sang Island would submit to me, the National Master, and not dare to show the slightest rebellion?"

Owen Bertram nodded, understanding that it was due to the National Master’s violence.

However, Owen Bertram also realized that he had actually not seen anything of the National Master’s fighting techniques and true strength, as they were only minimally displayed in the battle just now.

Feeling unsatisfied, Owen Bertram once again provoked the National Master with "malicious words": "No wonder the National Master has been without a Daoist partner all these years; indeed, it’s not suitable."

Who would dare to be the National Master’s Daoist partner? Was it an invitation to get beaten up?

The National Master cast a cold glance at him and walked ahead across the square.

Owen Bertram followed and when he passed the Ancient Well, he leaned over to take a look. He saw countless faces of agony struggling with the most terrifying suffering the world had ever seen, which could be enough to make someone linger at a glance.

But Owen Bertram was unaffected and shook his head as he moved on.

The National Master had already stepped onto the stairs of the grand hall behind the square, and without turning his head, said, "Next, I would like to see Owen Bertram’s skills."

With a rumbling sound, a row of palace doors opened, and Owen Bertram stepped over the high threshold of the palace. Inside, he saw an altar with incense that had long been extinguished. The ashes in the huge golden incense burner had solidified into stone.

On the altar lay a treasured sword.

The sword was thirty feet long, shaped like a sabre, with a thick and heavy body. It exuded a terrible killing intent, which had condensed into dragon-shaped radiance squirming and struggling within, as if screaming in pain.

The National Master stood aside and made a gesture to Owen Bertram, "Please."

Owen Bertram observed the sword for a moment and couldn’t help but exclaim, "This is a fierce weapon that once killed a True Dragon! The owner of this place once had a great battle with other descendants of the True Dragon!"

Even within the Dragon Race, they were not entirely peaceful, and wars had occurred between them.

"The souls of the slain True Dragons have been imprisoned by this ferocious weapon, enhancing its power."

The dead Demon on the square outside had a strange style, but this giant sword had a direct and fierce approach.

Owen Bertram stepped forward with a confident smile and grabbed the giant sword. Although his bet with the National Master involved a Dragon Pearl, their competition had already begun. The National Master had easily subdued the Demon in the square, so if Owen Bertram hesitated for too long before facing the giant sword, he would be at a disadvantage.

As soon as Owen Bertram grabbed the sword, a terrifying force erupted. He felt as if he was engulfed in a blazing fire fueled by dragon’s blood, scorching him enough to melt.

The four imprisoned Dragon Souls broke free from the sword and flew out, baring their teeth and claws as they pounced towards him. Owen Bertram suppressed the various discomforts on his body, laughed heartily, and then swallowed the Four Dragon Souls in one bite!

"Brother, hurry up!"

Owen Bertram didn’t hesitate to pass the four Dragon Souls to his younger brother, who swallowed them with a flick of his tongue. The elder brother, however, still haggled with him, "These Four Dragon Souls will offset the previously promised Tire-8 Demonic Beast."

Little Loach was dumbfounded by his brother’s cunning move, "Elder Brother, your move was too slick! I can’t keep up! Should I return the Dragon Souls to you? But they taste so good, I accidentally swallowed them already. To vomit them back out...ugh, disgusting. Fine, let Elder Brother take advantage this time."

Little Loach rolled his eyes reluctantly and finally agreed.