Chapter 148: Chapter 146: You Choose Who Lives and Who Dies
The Sword Qi sliced through the air.
It slashed directly toward the two people in the distance.
Jocelyn Grant and her man reacted quickly. The mont she swung her sword, they imdiately gathered their cultivation to resist, and for a mont, the two forces collided.
Jocelyn Grant and her paramour were sent flying backward by Celeste Grant’s power, crashing heavily into the nearby ruins. A frigid chill spread wherever her Sword Qi passed, and in an instant, the entirety of Silverstream Valley was covered in a layer of frost.
She discovered that the higher her cultivation grew, the more naturally she could wield this sword. Gazing at the vast expanse of frost before her, Celeste Grant found it quite beautiful.
At this thought, she smiled faintly and waved to her son, who was standing off to the side. "Hehe, son, how was Mommy’s last strike? Pretty amazing, right?"
Aaron Sinclair waved back.
"Mommy is the absolute best! That last strike was so graceful and elegant! You’re amazing, Mommy! Love you tons, mwah! You’re the prettiest and strongest in the whole world!"
Celeste Grant gave a warm smile. "Hahaha, your mom here loves hearing the honest truth. You’ve made
so happy with all that praise. Love you, son."
Aaron Sinclair: "I love you too, Mommy."
Celeste Grant possessed the strength of Golden Core Perfection, while Jocelyn Grant and her man were also at the Golden Core Stage. Her paramour, in particular, was comparable to her in strength.
Under normal circumstances, Celeste Grant would have been no match for him. The reason she could send them both flying with a single strike wasn’t that she was overwhelmingly powerful, but that the man, Ivan Hawthorne, had already been severely injured by a single slap from Javier Sinclair.
Jocelyn Grant’s realm was only at the Early Stage of Golden Core, so even combined, the two of them were no match for her now.
Looking at the pair who had crashed into the ruins, she sneered. ’Serves you right for putting on such a lodrama in front of .’
Jocelyn Grant shot up from the ruins, her figure hovering in the air. "Celeste Grant, you forced my hand! I’m going to kill you!"
A sword crackling with a malevolent aura slowly materialized in her hand, glowing with a blood-red light.
The mont this sword appeared, even Celeste Grant was taken aback. Its aura was powerful. This was also an Ancient Immortal Sword, but it looked incredibly demonic.
’And she had the gall to say I’d fallen to The Demonic Path? Jocelyn Grant is no better. Isn’t she using a demonic sword herself?’
Of course, Celeste Grant didn’t discriminate against swords. A sword was just a sword; what it beca depended on the person who wielded it.
This was no ordinary blade. She could sense that Jocelyn Grant’s sword was on par with the Primordial Sword in her own hands.
’What a ridiculous plot. I stole Jocelyn Grant’s Immortal Sword, and she sohow got her hands on another one. In the book, even by the end, there was never any ntion of a second Immortal Sword. It seems my transmigration and my efforts to resist fate and change the story have really caused the plot to go in a different direction.’
The mont Jocelyn Grant’s sword appeared, Celeste Grant felt the aura of her own sword instantly intensify, its blade radiating a brilliant, ice-blue light. It was showing hostility toward the sword in Jocelyn’s hands.
Jocelyn Grant held her sword, her long hair fluttering as she hovered in the sky. In that mont, she looked both proud and smug.
"Celeste Grant, did you think you were the only one with an Immortal Sword?"
"Today, you will die."
This sword was of the Fire Attribute. With one swing, she sent an attack straight for Celeste. A wave of heat instantly filled the air.
Celeste Grant raised an eyebrow slightly. Her own sword was Ice Attribute, while Jocelyn Grant’s was Fire Attribute. Ice and fire were natural enemies.
’It seems this villainess and the heroine really are destined to be mortal enemies.’
As her opponent’s sword swung toward her, Celeste Grant raised her own blade to block it directly.
Their figures closed in on each other in a flash, eting high in the air. In a single mont, they exchanged countless blows. Ice-blue Sword Qi and Fire-Attribute Sword Qi clashed violently in the sky.
In just a few monts, the entire Silverstream Valley was razed to the ground by the force of their battle.
Although Jocelyn Grant also had an Immortal Sword, her Realm Cultivation was insufficient. After a few exchanges, she was completely overwheld by Celeste Grant, who was toying with her effortlessly.
Seeing this scene,
Ivan Hawthorne, who was clutching his chest and coughing up blood, felt his eyes redden with anguish.
"Jocelyn!"
He let out a mournful cry.
"How dare you harm my Jocelyn! You deserve to die!"
As he spoke, Ivan Hawthorne flew into the air, gathering his cultivation to help slay Celeste Grant.
Seeing this,
Javier Sinclair’s gaze turned cold. "Two won are fighting. Why are you butting in? Get down here."
He reached out and clenched his hand. Jocelyn Grant’s man, like a goose being grabbed by the neck, was yanked to the ground by an imnse force, smashing into a deep crater. The pull broke several of Ivan Hawthorne’s ribs, and he let out a piercing scream.
At the sa ti, Celeste Grant slashed Jocelyn Grant above. She then followed up with a kick straight to the stomach, sending Jocelyn plumting from the sky. The sword flew from her grasp.
Celeste Grant’s eyes lit up.
’Jocelyn Grant, your sword is no longer yours from this mont on.’
After falling, Jocelyn Grant landed right on top of her paramour, Ivan Hawthorne. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he passed out.
Celeste Grant paid the two no mind. Her figure flickered, and she instantly appeared where Jocelyn Grant’s sword had flown, reaching out to grasp its hilt.
The sword belonged to Jocelyn Grant; it was bound to her by a contract. Therefore, Celeste Grant couldn’t hold onto it. With a SWOOSH, it slipped from her grasp, trying to return to its master.
"Quick, grab it!"
Just then, Javier Sinclair appeared and seized the sword.
He casually twirled the sword and brought it before his eyes.
"This sword isn’t bad. Our son can use it."
Celeste Grant asked,
"Is there a problem with the sword?"
Javier Sinclair shook his head slightly.
"No problem."
As he spoke, he used Magic, running a finger along the blade. He directly erased Jocelyn Grant’s Divine Soul Mark.
Glancing at the sword in his hand, he casually tossed it to his son.
"Here, use it."
"Alright!"
Aaron Sinclair twirled the sword in his hand and imdiately bound it with a drop of his blood. The sword had birthed a Sword Spirit, but it was still weak, which was why Javier Sinclair had been able to erase the mark.
He tested the feel of the sword and found he couldn’t put it down. "This sword feels great. From now on, you’re with . That dimwitted woman didn’t deserve you."
Speaking of which, the sword in his hand also felt wronged.
The red-glowing sword vibrated, conveying its thoughts. "That’s not how it was! I was accidentally bound to that woman; I never wanted to be her sword at all. It was her blood that had a binding effect on ."
It was a sword that spurned the touch of won; how could it possibly like being handled by one? That woman had been touching it all this ti, and it felt unclean.
Celeste Grant was astonished.
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