My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 270 - 268: A Cut on Paper (Part 2)_1

Chapter 270: Chapter 268: A Cut on Paper (Part 2)_1

The power of that slash burst out completely, and Owen Bertram, who was hundreds of feet away, was also affected.

"Ah—"

Prescott spat out a mouthful of blood, his head dizzy. He subconsciously wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve but then realized he was still holding two people in his hands.

He ran while checking on the two who had fainted, but fortunately, they were still breathing.

However, Owen Bertram slowly stopped as the radiance of that slash faded away. In front of him, about a dozen feet away, a figure fluttered down.

Adair Barton!

Owen Bertram released his grip, and David and Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow fell to the ground.

Adair Barton’s condition was terrible, a huge wound extended from his left shoulder to his right rib, nearly cutting him in half!

He had already sealed the wound with his skills, but bursts of blade energy still erupted from it, splattering blood with every eruption.

Adair Barton’s hair was disheveled, and his arms trembled uncontrollably. But his eyes were filled with madness and hatred as they stared at Owen Bertram: "Abner Lane, you wretch!"

"Scheming, cunning, and vicious!"

"Hehehe, but I’m not bad either! He wants to kill me sneakily, but it won’t be that easy. He’ll also have to sacrifice three of his favorite subordinates."

"Judging from what he said earlier, he must really value you guys."

"That must’ve been his first slash after ascending to the Seventh Level, otherwise, it wouldn’t have broken through the Cloud Stacked Peaks and severely injured me! He gave you this slash, you must be his confidants. Killing you guys, that wretch will live in guilt and regret for the rest of his life!"

Owen Bertram cursed under his breath and suddenly pulled out something, aiming it at Adair Barton.

Adair Barton laughed, "God-slaying Burst? Hahaha, I like you, little fellow, having the courage to resist in this situation is really interesting."

Owen Bertram had just cursed, "As expected, my second brother is the most reliable." Then he aimed the God-slaying Burst at Adair Barton, but this time, only one arrow was shot.

Whoosh—

Owen Bertram threw the God-slaying Burst away: "Fool, let me teach you a lesson, the eternal truth: villains die due to talking too much!"

"If you want to say something, kill them first, then talk to the corpse as you wish!"

Facing a Sixth Great Realm opponent, Owen Bertram had no chance of resisting. However, the villain was annoyingly long-winded, venting his dissatisfaction and giving Owen Bertram the opportunity.

Then I won’t be polite with you!

Adair Barton watched the arrow coming towards him with wide eyes, his face initially showing a mocking expression, but it soon turned to shock – he couldn’t move!

He quickly realized that this "unable to move" feeling was an illusion. In fact, no matter how he dodged, he couldn’t avoid this arrow.

"What kind of magical instrument is this!?"

Adair Barton panicked for the first time, even when facing Abner Lane’s slash earlier, he hadn’t panicked.

Even though he was severely injured, he was still a Fifth Great Realm power, but he couldn’t dodge an arrow from an equally injured Fourth Great Realm?

Also, what had the guy just said?

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, Adair Barton quickly set up seven defenses, including three talisman arrays and four magical instruments. However, they were like paper in front of the arrow, easily broken through. Adair Barton lowered his head bitterly, seeing the arrow deeply embedded in his chest.

Layers of strange fluctuations were released from the arrow, grinding away his last vitality.He suddenly remembered the words the demon ghost had said to him before casting the "Refined Human Oil" secret technique: there would be retribution! So soon, the retribution has come...

He fell heavily and went into eternal slumber.

But he won’t be left in peace.

Owen Bertram gritted his teeth, his mouth full of blood, and moved step by step. He temporarily grabbed a handful of spiritual pills and stuffed them into his mouth, stabilizing his injuries. Then, he activated the "Three-part Spirit Technique" and pulled Adair Barton’s soul out.

"Just now you wanted to tear out my soul, how about now? I tore your soul out!"

"Yo, quite stubborn!"

Adair Barton’s soul was also very strong. Owen Bertram pressed his hand against the center of his brow. Annoyed, he forced out the Ancient Lamp Artifact and Commander’s Token together and pressed them against Adair Barton’s soul—who could stand this?

Barton’s soul struggled a few times before obediently being subdued.

"Hahaha..." Owen Bertram laughed loudly to the sky, "Wait for me to see how I’ll refine you!"

After collecting his soul, he hurried back to pull up Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow and David to feed them spiritual pills. Then, he sat on the ground, catching his breath for a while. As the spiritual pills took effect, his injuries improved. Not daring to delay, he hurriedly searched Adair Barton’s corpse.

This was the Sixth Great Realm, there must be many treasures on him!

He had just found a Storage Brocade Pouch on Adair Barton when he saw a bright, comet-like radiance rapidly falling in front of him and the sky in the distance.

Owen Bertram quietly put away the brocade pouch—once it was in his hands, no one could snatch it back.

Abner Lane’s forehead was sweaty, as he had obviously made great efforts to arrive. After landing, he scanned the scene and saw that all his subordinates were still alive, finally allowing him to feel relieved.

He walked over with his hands behind his back, but before he could speak, he saw Owen Bertram sitting on the ground with a fierce look in his eyes that stared at him.

Abner Lane’s heart felt guilty, and he let out an awkward laugh, "My fault, my fault."

"Hmph!" Owen Bertram turned his head, ignoring him.

"I... I did this for your own good, to train you." Abner Lane forced out an explanation, but Owen Bertram spat on the ground, and blood and saliva mixed together.

Abner Lane’s forehead twitched, but seeing the bloody saliva, his heart softened and he said without anger, "Alright, alright, it’s my fault. Isn’t that enough? There’s no need for us to be like this, right? If you want compensation, just name it."

Owen Bertram immediately adjusted his attitude and asked with a smile, "Since you, the Seventh Level, must have a golden tongue, I won’t be polite."

"Hold on!" Abner Lane sensed a bad feeling, "I advise you to know when to advance and retreat!"

Owen Bertram stared angrily, "I advise you to be more reliable!"

"The Seventh Great Realm, huh? You bragged about it so much but ended up being outsmarted by a traitor from the Sixth Great Realm!"

"Your subordinates trust you so much that they risk their lives, but in the end, they almost got killed by your incompetence!"

"If I were in the Seventh Great Realm and made such a rookie mistake, causing harm to others, I would be too ashamed to face anyone. If this gets out..."

Abner Lane immediately covered the boy’s mouth, "Don’t let it out!"

Owen Bertram glared, and after a while, Abner Lane retreated and let go of his hand, "Fine, I can’t bring myself to silence you."

"Hmph!" Owen Bertram rolled his eyes, "It’s not too much to ask for a promotion to revered Lord, right? A few Tier-6 Magical Instruments? A few million Spirit Jades? Not too much, right?"

As he continued, Abner Lane hurriedly stopped him, "Enough! Don’t push me too far!"

It was quite magical, a Seventh Great Realm person feeling pushed too far by a Fourth Great Realm one.