Chapter 119: Chapter 117: Testing Pills, Poor Liam Yardley
Liam Yardley’s eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared straight at the child before him.
"You... It’s you."
As the words left his mouth, he coughed up more blood.
This child... he was Celeste Grant’s son. The son of Javier Sinclair, the world’s number one Demon Cultivator. The current Young Master of The Demonic Sects.
’Damn it.’ He’d only found out later that the child that bitch Celeste Grant gave birth to was the son of The Blood-Venerate, Javier Sinclair.
Because of that, the boy was always surrounded by powerful experts. He could never get close enough to see the child, let alone touch him. That was why he’d never found an opportunity to make a move.
He never expected to run into him here today.
"You’re... that bitch’s son. No wonder you’re so ruthless at such a young age. You’re the child of a Demon Cultivator, after all."
Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair reached out and slapped him across the face.
"That’s for insulting my mother."
"Take a good look at yourself. Do you think a piece of trash like you is even worthy of insulting my mother?"
He stood up, raised his foot, and stomped Liam’s head to the ground. "Go to hell. So what if we’re Demon Cultivators? Did we steal your rice? We may be Demon Cultivators, but at least we don’t slaughter the innocent. You lot, on the other hand, do nothing but shady things behind everyone’s backs. Look at all of you, calling my father The Archfiend. In reality, you’re just jealous of his supre talent and powerful Cultivation. You can’t beat him, so you slander him. Heh, jealousy really makes people ugly. Have so sha."
With his head pinned underfoot,
Liam Yardley could only rage powerlessly.
He reached out, trying to grab Aaron Sinclair’s leg, but found he had no strength left in his arm. Only then did he realize his arm was broken and useless.
The power of that Array and the formation of Blast Fla Talismans was imnse. Even his Golden Core Stage Cultivation couldn’t withstand it.
Blast Fla Talismans were just ordinary talismans in The Cultivation World; they weren’t supposed to be this powerful. If they were, he wouldn’t have been so careless.
"You little bastard, I won’t let you get away with this!"
"You old bastard, still got so fight in your words."
Aaron Sinclair spoke, moving his foot away and looking down at him. "Good, because I have no intention of letting you go either."
He kicked Liam sharply. As Liam cried out in pain, Aaron tossed an Elixir Pill into his mouth. "This pill will seal your Cultivation. You’ve got a lot of nerve. I hope you can keep up that tough act. ??????"
Aaron Sinclair smiled faintly.
With a wave of his hand, a large number of bottles and jars appeared on the ground before him.
He pointed at Liam Yardley on the ground and said, "It’s your lucky day. These are all Elixir Pills I personally refined. I was just looking for soone to test them on, and you’re it."
"So be a good sport."
Just then, several figures appeared by Aaron Sinclair’s side. They were disciples from the Bloodfiend Den. Seeing their Young Master had left, they had grown worried he might be in danger and followed him.
Seeing them arrive, he beckoned them over. "Perfect timing. Force-feed him these Elixir Pills, one by one, and record the results for ."
These were all pills he had refined according to his own whimsical ideas.
The Demon Cultivators who had followed him saw the bottles and jars on the ground and drew a sharp breath.
’Who is this guy?’
’Of all the people to provoke, he had to go and provoke our Young Master!’
"Yes, Young Master."
"This is what I do best," one of them said.
One of the n stepped forward and grabbed Liam Yardley. Another squatted beside him and began selecting Elixir Pills.
"Let’s start with this bottle of green ones! You’re a lucky man. These are Elixir Pills our Young Master personally refined. Just cooperate a little, and it’ll be better for everyone."
A green Elixir Pill was stuffed into his mouth and forced down his throat.
There was no visible reaction.
The Demon Cultivator scratched his head.
"Maybe the dose wasn’t strong enough. Let’s try a couple more."
He then stuffed two more pills into Liam’s mouth.
As for Aaron Sinclair, he waved his hand, conjuring a Taishi chair beside him, and sat down.
A subordinate handed him a bottle of Spiritual Beast Milk with a straw in it.
"Young Master, have so Spiritual Beast Milk to soothe your throat."
Aaron Sinclair took it and drank a couple of sips. ’This is the stuff.’
It even had sugar in it; he quite liked it.
He had barely taken a few sips.
When Liam Yardley’s face turned red and he began rolling all over the ground.
"AHHH... HELP ..."
"AHHH... IT HURTS... IT HURTS SO MUCH..."
Seeing this,
Aaron Sinclair sighed.
"Do you think I have no talent for Alchemy?"
The Demon Cultivator standing beside him quickly shook his head. "Young Master, the elders themselves said you have the highest talent for Alchemy." ’It’s just that our Young Master doesn’t like to follow the Elixir Recipes. He prefers to add all sorts of strange ingredients, which is why the Elixir Pills he refines are so terrifying.’
Aaron Sinclair gave a sinister smile.
"Try a different bottle."
"Yes, Young Master."
They swapped to a new bottle and fed him another pill.
This ti, his skin didn’t turn red. Instead, black patterns began to spread across his body, and he started vomiting black liquid. The sight was truly horrific.
"This Elixir Pill still needs improvent, but it’s not bad for dealing with enemies."
"Continue..."
As his words fell,
Liam Yardley, convulsing on the ground, stretched out a hand, his eyes bulging.
"No, no more tests... AHHHH..."
"Help ... Ah..."
「Two hours later.」
Aaron Sinclair looked at Liam Yardley, whose blood vessels had burst and was now vomiting black blood, breathing more out than in. "Not bad, not bad at all. I didn’t expect you to be so durable. You’re still not dead. I’m starting to like you."
The Demon Cultivators with him shivered.
’Please, Young Master, never ’like’ us!’
"Young Master, what should we do with this man?"
"Hmph, kill him. He dared to curse my mother. The fact that he’s lived this long is already a bonus for him."
"Yes... Young Master."
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and Aaron Sinclair gave a wicked chuckle. "Wait. If he just dies, no one will know what he did. He was the one who caused this demonic beast tide here in Argent, in Norvale of the Kingdom of Solyara. Let’s just dump him in Argent and let those people deal with him. As they say, every debt has its debtor. The people who lost their loved ones deserve to know who their enemy is."
"As you command."
"This piece of trash really is sothing else."
As they spoke, they had already grabbed Liam Yardley from the ground and flown out of the Blackgold Mountains, heading towards Argent.
By now, the demonic beasts here had been slain, and the few remaining stragglers had fled.
The disciples of the Bloodfury Hall were currently collecting their spoils. With a wave of their hands, they stored the demonic beast corpses in their Storage Rings. Of course, they ignored the low-level demon beasts and those whose at wasn’t tasty.
They only chose the ones with delicious at.
"Not bad, today was a bountiful harvest. We can head back soon."
"Let’s go find the Young Master."
And so, a great battle ca to a close.
Behind them, the surviving townspeople of the city were in tears.
"We survived!"
"We’re saved!"
At this mont, the general from Argent stepped forward, his face filled with gratitude. He bowed with his hands clasped. "Thank you all, fellow cultivators, for your help today. The Solyaran Dynasty is eternally grateful. May I ask which Sect you belong to? We will be sure to visit and express our gratitude in the future."
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