God-Tier Providence Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 57

"Very well, then I shall open your eyes." Alex smiled faintly and unhurriedly raised his hand.

Ripples of swirling red mist materialized between his fingers. With a sudden flash of red light, he withdrew a weapon directly from his space ring.

A light pink short sword. Its blade a vivid peach-red, embedded in the hilt was a tender, distinctly pink Calamity Spirit Jade.

The blade itself was shaped like flowing clouds.

Though it looked soft and smooth, it was actually incomparably sharp, capable of cleanly slicing a hair blown against its edge.

You cannot judge a blade by its cover, just as you cannot asure the sea with a bucket.

This short sword radiated a majestic, piercing martial might. Just the gleam of its blade was enough to shock and kill petty scoundrels. Impressively, an Upper-Grade Heaven-tier spiritual weapon.

The crowd instantly revealed looks of deep envy. Especially Lucas, Joanna, and the others.

They had clearly worked so hard and were just a hair’s breadth away from this blade.

Unfortunately, they fell short at the final hurdle, lost to Julian.

Failed on the verge of success.

anwhile, Julian’s expression was slightly complicated. After a mont of silence, he let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. Although this bladelooked a bit too pink and excessively girlish, as an Upper-Grade Heaven-tier weapon, its power was naturally beyond reproach.

Moreover, he hadn’t cared much about the physical reward anyway. What he truly valued was the opportunity to fulfill a single wish.

Wait a minute.

Isolde had her Seven Orifices Divine Heart stripped away and was currently in desperate need of a ans to protect herself.

This blade looked so cute, pink, and tender. It perfectly matched Isolde’s aura.

When the ti cos, he would gift this blade to her as a present to welco her back to the family. Isolde would definitely be deeply moved and incredibly grateful.

As Julian blissfully fantasized, he couldn’t help but let out a lovestruck giggle as he stepped forward.

"Many thanks to the Saint Lord for bestowing this treasure! This junior will definitely continue to work hard!" Julian knelt on one knee, reaching out with both hands to accept the blade.

At the sa ti, his face full of joy, he eagerly declared:

"Saint Lord, I have already decided on my wish!"

"I wish to travel to the Divine Blade Sect to personally bring Isolde back, and I request the Saint Lord’s permission for her to rejoin the family!"

"As long as the Saint Lord is willing to accept her, she can start from the very bottom as a nial disciple."

"This junior guarantees that I will make her turn over a new leaf and beco a new person!"

The expressions of the Hale family disciples instantly beca incredibly complicated.

This guy’s infatuation with Isolde was truly unparalleled.

That Isolde had already been stripped of her Seven Orifices Divine Heart and expelled from the family for colluding with a wild man. The vast majority of disciples had basically forgotten about her entirely.

Yet Julian was still completely hung up on her, constantly thinking about bringing her back.

This level of blind infatuation could truly be called loyal to the bitter end.

A trace of worry rippled through so disciples’ hearts.

They had finally escaped Isolde’s oppression, finally received fair treatnt and lived a fulfilling month, was their past nightmare really going to return so quickly?

The Saint Lord definitely wouldn’t unconditionally spoil Isolde upon her return like he used to, but there was still Julian.

Julian had overwheld everyone and shone brilliantly at today’s assembly. From this day forward, he would undoubtedly be treated as the clan’s most outstanding genius, receiving massive resources and grooming.

And his adoration for Isolde was far, far crazier than the Saint Lord’s forr doting ever was.

If Julian used his new status to monopolize family resources just to help Isolde recover her cultivation, wouldn’t their good days instantly co to an end again?

Watching Julian’s eagerly expectant appearance, Alex remained silent for a mont. His eyes were filled with a thick sense of hating iron for not becoming steel.

He wanted nothing more than to peel this brat’s skin and dismantle his bones, just to see exactly how thick his skin was and how soft his bones were.

But then, a relaxed smile curled at the corners of his mouth. He nodded slightly.

"Julian, you truly are soone who values emotion and righteousness."

"For our Hale family to have soone as fiercely loyal as you is truly the heart of the family."

"However..."

"...I cannot agree to your request."

"What?" Julian froze, instantly becoming anxious.

"Saint Lord, you clearly promised in front of everyone earlier!"

"The person who achieved the greatest breakthrough would be granted one request."

"As long as it was sothing within your power, you would exert your utmost effort to satisfy it!"

"Permitting Isolde to return requires nothing more than a nod of your head. With your authority, you can absolutely do it!"

"As the Saint Lord, how can you go back on your word and break a promise?!"

"Don’t tell ... don’t tell

you’re actually tricking a junior?!"

Alex was neither angry nor annoyed. He rely patted Julian on the shoulder and said aningfully:

"Julian, what I said previously was that I would grant one request to the person with the greatest breakthrough achievent."

"What makes you so certain that this person is you?"

"What?" Julian was stunned. He looked left and right, face full of utter bewildernt.

"Who else could it possibly be besides ?"

"Who could possibly have achieved a greater breakthrough than I have?!"

"Step forward and compare with !"

The crowd was equally bewildered, not understanding the Saint Lord’s aning at all.

However, right as Julian was yelling and shouting, several hundred ters behind them, a brilliant pillar of white light shot straight up into the heavens.

BOOM!

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering boom. Everyone present turned their heads in unison.

This pillar of white light was composed of strands of ethereal, illusory mist.

Every single wisp of cloud and mist was manifested from a cluster of absolute, pure spiritual energy.

It enveloped the entire Hale family’s holy land in a thick, dense aura of karmic intent.