Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 185 Robbery

Chapter 185 Robbery

Jackson smiled lightly with a faint air of superiority, he lifted up his hands and flicked his finger at Marc's forehead.

Marc felt a shock on his forehead while he felt something foreign invade his soul. He only felt it faintly as he only had a Low-Level Nascent Soul Stage Cultivation.

He started sweating heavily as he felt his soul tremble from the pressure. He did not doubt that if his young master wanted to deprive his will, then it would be a simple matter for him.

"Accept it…" A faint voice echoed deeply inside him, resonating with his soul.

Marc accepted the seal with all his concentration. He was afraid something bad might happen to his soul, possibly injuring it, as he knew that one should be as obedient and compliant as possible when accepting a soul seal.

For if one was not accepting of it, then the soul seal will break or forcibly enslave, injuring the soul in the process.

Of course, this was only the case if the caster of the soul seal was stronger than the one who was being cast on in terms of Soul Cultivation.

Then what would happen if the opposite occurred? The caster's soul would be injured.

Furthermore, every soul cultivator knew this and wasn't a secret in the first place. So Marc tried his best to act like a dog that was in front of its owner.

And without any dramatic effects, he felt his soul being constrained for a moment, and then that feeling disappeared as he started to take in deep breaths as if he used up all his stamina.

Jackson also furrowed his brows but there was still a faint smile on his face as if he expected it to succeed.

"Good!" He uttered but Marc fell unconscious causing him to be taken aback.

He then shook his head and smiled wryly, 'I should make him improve his Soul Forging Cultivation sooner…'

"Aaahhhh!"

"Hmm?" Jackson turned alert.

A painful shout echoed outside the carriage along with carriages being thrashed on the roadway.

He quickly spread out his Soul Sense and found a short masked man riding a horse. His hand had a spear but it quickly got chipped and battered from the usage of the masked man.

Jackson turned solemn and confused but he could certainly tell that he was being targeted by this unknown expert.

…

"Hyaah!" Davis made a hoarse sound and swang at the carriage beside him.

The carriage was sent flying from being hit by the blunt side of the spear.

He looked at the sorry state his spear was in and shook his head as he certainly didn't expect for the armour of the carriages to be this strong.

He kept it inside his storage ring and took another spear except it was a Peak-Level Earth Grade Spear, many times stronger than the spear he used before.

"Stop!" An enraged shout echoed out that carried along with a formless pressure that could suppress Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators into losing half their prowess temporarily.

Davis smiled, his right hand moved and cut off the wheels of another carriage causing it to topple over.

The spear in his hand danced again, sending the incoming guards flying over all the place like sandbags.

Quickly a silhouette emerged from the main carriage and landed in front of him.

"Who are you!?" Jackson summoned a sword and pointed at him.

"I am your Grandpa you sh*thead! Can't you see? This is a robbery! Now hand over whatever you have on you!" An old and decrepit voice echoed out from Davis's mouth.

"You! Do you know who I am!?" Jackson was stunned before being infuriated. Originally he thought the other party was an assassin but now, it seemed to be a bandit?

Even bandits had the gall to threaten him. He felt his face burn from shame!

"Young Master Jackson, right? Obediently hand over your wealth and leave or you shall not escape the wrath of a certain family."

'A certain family?' Jackson turned confused before he shouted, "Old fart! Are you in your right mind? Who would leave their wealth just because someone said so?"

Boom!

Jackson rushed ahead, creating a small crater in the place he stood at while Davis jumped from the horse as he valiantly descended down the horse.

Davis swung down his spear and Jackson slashed as they clashed, creating a boom that echoed two kilometres around.

Both of them came off equally and stared at each other in scrutiny. Jackson had hundreds of thoughts running in his mind while he stared at the mask, wanting to know who was behind that mask with prowess as equal as him.

"Hahaha! Young Master Jackson is powerful and that can be seen at a glance but this time, I'm afraid that young master Jackson would have to obediently run back to his home with his tail between his legs…" Davis faintly sneered.

"What gall!? Do you think you can beat me while possessing the same amount of cultivation? Old fart! While you may have higher cultivation than me, I don't think you can afford the Blackwell Family behind me, no?" Jackson also faintly sneered. He could see that this could become a battle of wits.

"Young Master is correct! This old fart you are talking about can't afford to offend the Blackwell Family…" Davis gave off a sigh of defeat.

Hearing that, Jackson's expression turned into a grin,

"Now that it is clear…"

"I suggest Young Master Jackson to not be hasty…" Davis interrupted and threw an imagery crystal at him.

Jackson caught it and turned wary, "What do you mean?"

"You'll know if you check it…" Davis faintly replied.

Jackson looked at it and determined that it was truly an imagery crystal. Just before he could activate it, he was interrupted again, "Didn't I remind Young Master Jackson to not be hasty? You probably would have to kill all your subordinates if they had a look at it…"

Suddenly, silence encroached the place and only the sound of the whistling wind could be heard.