Rise of the White Dragon

Chapter 143: Ishmaels Death

Chapter 143: Ishmael's Death

Ismael was not a young person. He may have appeared to be less than 40 years old, but in fact, he was very close to 100 years old. So when he saw Luan fight, he knew that if he continued to go against him, death was what awaited him. Having no choice and wanting to live, Ismael transformed himself into an even more ghostly shape and floated in the air and even dropped the spear on the ground, not wanting to carry weight. Then, he started flying at full speed, believing if he escaped from the island across the sea, he would not be at risk for his life.

Of course, he did not know that Luan could also fly. The two were both in the Second Order, but he was very close to the Third Order, which was a reasonably long distance from those who just arrived in the Second Order since he needed just one step towards achieving the Third Order.

'How can there be someone so abnormal in Brazil?' Ismael came to Brazil precisely because of the flawed laws making it easy to get revengeful souls, and also because the country was considerably weaker than the other larger countries that already had people in the Third Order.

'Perhaps like me, this boy is an elder's disciple and came to Brazil for the same reason?' Ismael found this plausible since he did not believe that in Brazil there were many powerful people. This was mainly because of the few years of history that Brazil had, unlike the others that even had a legacy from ancestors more than 5,000 years ago. However, Brazil only had a little more than 500 years of history; it was a very big difference.

Almost as soon as he distanced himself, he heard a series of screams coming from the island.

Ismael looked curiously.

"Sir, don't leave us!"

"My God! Why?"

"No!!"

It was the people that Ismael had as his subordinates. He just snorted, watching them with a scornful smile. He thought their lives would be useful if they managed to delay Luan a little while he escaped.

While floating, Ismael's speed was not very fast. It was comparable to a motorcycle that reached a maximum of 40 km / h. But he found that because he was floating above the water, it was difficult to be reached. However, he remembered something. 'Wait, how did that boy get to the island?'

"..."

The echoes of the voices vanished like the wind. This was strange, which made Ismael want to escape even faster.

'Danger!'

A loud alarm went off in his mind, and Ismael made a dive towards the sea as a beam of blue light scraped his head.

"Ahhh!"

Even though he was not hit and cut only his hair, Ismael screamed in fright. His heart was racing at 1,000 beats an hour.

Since Ismael threw his gun away to make it lighter when flying in ghostly mode, he didn't have a weapon to use to defend himself. "Cheater! I don't even have a gun. If you're a man, fight with your hands!"

Ismael's heart was pounding and he wanted to run away, but knowing that he had no chance, and seeing that Luan was even faster than him flying, although surprised, he did not want to die and tried to incite Luan's manhood and try to make him feel offended and not use the sword, so he would have a better chance of surviving.

Luan was not childish to the point of doing what Ismael said. He remained indifferent, almost leaning from the cloud horizontally, as if he were surfing on a wave, and from an angle that seemed impossible, he made an upside-down "U" and both of Ishmael's arms were cut off. Blood flowed, and Ishmael came out of his ghostly state and fell into the sea. The ghost that had merged with his body also was forced out.

*Whoosh!*

Luan's sword pierced the ghost quickly and a white Qi started to come out of the sword and the ghost of the Second Order was purified.

*Splash!*

Ishmael fell into the sea and had no arms to help him swim and the blood flowed without stopping. He was still someone powerful, even in that state with tears of pain coming out of his eyes, so he managed to swim by shaking his feet.

"Big Brother White Dragon, please don't kill me!" Ishmael's body was without both arms and soaked with water and blood. His expression was one of pure terror. "Please do not kill me. I have strengthened myself for the past hundred years. I will give you all the powers that I have gained. I will be your slave! I will do anything you want! Please save me!"

He trembled with fear, for he feared that Luan would kill him with his sword.

"Coward! At least show your face!" When he realized that it was impossible to survive, he seemed to want to see who would kill him.

"Heh..." Luan said nonchalantly. "I know there is a rune in your soul and if I kill you, someone will see me... So, why would I be so foolish as to show my face?"

"W-what-" Ismael, who was already suffering from agony and pain, did not expect anyone to know this secret of his clan.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Shaking his feet roughly, Ismael swam very fast. After all, he had a lot of strength despite losing both arms.

Luan remained still and cut the wind. To be more precise, he did not cut the wind, but rather, he pushed forward, trapping the blue Qi that came out in the shape of a boomerang. Spinning at great speed, with the wind in favor, it didn't take long to get ahead and a bloody scene to unfold. From the middle of the legs to the head, Ishmael's body was divided and the blue dress he wore was shattered.

Luan did not approach immediately. He stayed at a distance and saw something coming out of Ismael's body like a football, and started to scan the scene ahead, then it turned into a beam of light and disappeared.

Approaching after that, Luan took everything that was of value in Ismael's body. Some precious stones were inside a bag that was tied around his waist, and before it sank, Luan reached into the water and grabbed it.

Inside was the gem that was used to steal Monica and Wagner's souls.

Complaints, hatred, anger... Luan felt none of this for Monica. Yes, she had done bad things against Amanda and Ingrid, but that was a completely different story. He just felt sorry for her. And the reason he felt sorry for her was because he saw her soul.

When he took Monica's vengeful soul out of the soul stone, he saw some things.

After purifying some of Monica's vengeful soul, her eyes came back to life, and she was startled to see Luan with a mask of bones and then the last minutes of her death passed in her mind.

"Hahaha! So I died and my face looked like that?" She seemed to laugh, but in fact, she was crying desperately as she laughed, mocking herself.

A few minutes later, she stopped crying and cursing. Monica looked at the masked man in front of her and asked many questions. "What am I now? Why am I here? Who are you? What do you intend to do with me?"

"Why do you hate your sister?" Instead of answering, he asked a question of his own.