Chapter 427 Two choices Young Master Featherâs body stiffened. He turned around and said, âBrother, I didnât attack you just now. Do you want to kill me too?â
From the way that John Lopez killed Gavin Wenson, Young Master Feather concluded that he was definitely not a match for him. It was not easy for him to escape at his terrifying speed.
He could only be reasonable.
Right.
Be reasonable and civilized.
John Lopez shook his head and said, âYes, you didnât do anything to me, but you came up with this idea. Whatâs more, you made the biggest mistake.
You shouldnât have thought of my sister.â
How could John Lopez not understand? If Young Master Feather hadnât seen his powerful strength, how could he not fight with him?
âWhen you canât defeat me, you start to negotiate. Is there such a easy thing in the world?â
What John Lopez couldnât bear most was that Young Master Feather had targeted Tracy Linch from the very beginning. Just as what Gavin Wenson said, he wanted both treasures and beauty.
She was the important person who could not be bullied by others in John Lopezâs mind!
How could he let Young Master Feather leave so easily?
John Lopez said, âThereâs one more thing I need to correct you. Iâm not a sorcerer.â
Young Master Feather remained silent.
âNot a sorcerer?â
âYouâve already sucked Gavin Wenson into the shape of a ghost. How can you say that youâre not a sorcerer?â
âWhat a liar!â
Not to mention that Young Master Feather didnât believe it, even Nancy Loop and Jenifer couldnât believe it.
They only believed what they saw.
All signs showed that John Lopez was a sorcerer.
Seeing that they didnât believe him, John Lopez felt helpless.
Anyway, he couldnât explain it clearly, so he didnât want to explain. He said to Young Master Feather, âYou have two choices. One is to die. Another one is to hand over a drop of refined blood.â
These people from the Alps Mountain were very domineering, but what they didnât know was that John Lopez was even more domineering than them.
Everyoneâs expressions changed at John Lopezâs words.
There was no need to explain the first choice.
The second choice was, of course, they knew what John Lopez meant.
The cultivators were different from the martial artists. To deal with the martial artists, they only needed to take their ordinary blood, and John Lopez could easily control them.
However, the cultivators had undergone a qualitative change. Ordinary blood was useless, only refined blood.
And the refined blood needed the cultivator to spend time and energy to condense. At the critical moment, it could save his life, because it could stimulate his potential.
This was the principle of the taboo pill. It could quickly condense the refined blood. People could infuse it with vital energy, which could make oneâs strength soar in a short period of time.
However, the way of condensation of refined blood like catalyst had a lot of lingering effects.
That was why Nancy Loop didnât want to take the taboo pill so easily.
The reason why John Lopez asked Young Master Feather to hand over a drop of refined blood was for the convenience of controlling him. One was to teach him a lesson, and the other one was to prevent him from making trouble again in the future.
Young Master Featherâs face darkened. He blinked his eyes and said, âItâs difficult to condense refined blood. Many cultivators canât condense a few drops in their whole lives. I havenât condensed it yet.â
Of course it was a lie.
He didnât want to give his refined blood to John Lopez. Once he gave it to John Lopez, it meant that he had a weakness and was under his control.
Although this weakness was not fatal, John Lopez could easily make Young Master Featherâs cultivation plummet with this drop of refined blood.
Of course, Young Master Feather was unhappy.
John Lopez smiled and said, âSo your choice is to die?â
âDie?â
âAre you kidding me!â
Young Master Featherâs face darkened. He gave a ferocious look at John Lopez and said, âWe shall meet again some day. Sorcerer, weâll settle this account later!â
He made up his mind and used up all the three drops of refined blood that he had condensed with great efforts over the years. His aura suddenly rose a lot.
However, he did not choose to fight with John Lopez, but chose to escape.
Go back to the Cloud School to find reinforcements!
With the increase of his refined biood, he ran more than ten times faster than before. His body almost turned into a beam of light and burst out.
However.
Hiss!
All of a sudden, a red light collided with him and hit his chest, causing Young Master Feather to spit blood on the spot.
It was Excalibur.
However, the sword hilt hit Young Master Featherâs chest.
âDamn it!â
Young Master Feather fell to the ground and cursed. The next moment, he felt a chill on his back.
John Lopez had come behind him.
âI respect your choice!â
John Lopezâs voice sounded. When he was about to make a move, another horrifying aura suddenly fell down like blotting out the sky and sun, making everyoneâs hearts tremble.
âUncle Reuben, help me!â
However, when Young Master Feather felt this aura, he roared and ran in the direction of the person.
John Lopez didnât chase after him.
Instead, he watched the middle-aged man who was walking towards him.
âYoung man, I donât care whether you are a cultivator or a sorcerer. I donât want to meddle in your business, but you really shouldnât be unreasonable.â
The middle-aged man watched John Lopez and shook his head.
However, John Lopez smiled and said, âWhat the hell are you?â
The middle-aged man said, âIt doesnât matter who I am. Iâm just a servant who is ordered to protect my young master.â
Hearing this, Young Master Feather was unhappy. âUncle Reuben, since you have been protecting me secretly.
why didnât you show up earlier? I lost three drops of refined blood because of you.â
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, âIâm sorry, sir. The master said that you canât rely on me.â
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Young Master Feather felt uncomfortable, but he had no choice. He said, âThen stop talking nonsense. Help me kill that sorcerer!â
He hated John Lopez.
Three drops of life-saving refined blood were wasted. It was really distressing.
Only by killing John Lopez could he release his depression.
The middle-aged man nodded and said, âDonât worry, sir. Since Iâm here, I wonât sit idly by. Iâll bring the head of that sorcerer to you right away.â