Chapter 1367 Slaying Michael
Life force surged wildly, flowing into the wound on his left shoulder.
Jonathan spun around, his right hand supporting his weight on the ground. His body flipped in mid-air, and he forcefully kicked off the ground behind him.
Boom!
The earth split apart.
Jonathan transformed into an afterimage, charging straight toward Michael.
Something’s not right! From a distance, Alec finally noticed something was amiss.
If they were in the outside world, he could totally imprison Jonathan using Pryncyp.
But now, within the small world, everything was suppressed. Pryncyp could not be used at all.
Adding to the fact that he hadn’t gathered his spiritual energy to prepare for battle beforehand, it was already too late for him to take action and save the day now.
Jonathan moved swiftly, extending his hand to conjure a surge of spiritual energy that drew Heaven Sword back into his grasp.
Immediately after, he reversed his sword, stabbing upward, aiming directly at Michael’s throat.
Ding!
Just now, Jonathan knew that there was absolutely no chance of him winning a spiritual energy contest against Michael.
So, seizing the moment of the latter’s arrogance, he used the spiritual sense attack he had learned from Phoebus Sect’s Sofus, transforming his spiritual sense into a sharp arrow that pierced into Michael’s consciousness field, causing him to temporarily lose control of his body.
Jonathan knew Michael was a Divine Realm cultivator, and his spiritual sense could harm the other party when they were caught off guard.
However, it was impossible to completely strip the opponent of their ability to fight back, so his next attack must be a sure hit.
If Michael were to react, or if Alec arrived, he would truly lose his chance to kill Michael.
Heaven Sword hovered an inch away from Michael’s neck, blocked by a shimmering white shield of solid spiritual energy. No matter how hard Jonathan tried, he couldn’t push the sword any further.
And as clarity returned to Michael’s eyes, the gaze he cast upon Jonathan was filled with boundless malice.
“You b*stard!” With a roar of fury, Michael’s spiritual energy surged dramatically.
Jonathan’s body was flipped over once again, but during that process, he lifted his right foot in response, fiercely kicking the hilt of Heaven Sword.
Whoosh!
As Jonathan’s right foot exploded with power, Heaven Sword was struck with immense force, breaking through all obstacles and piercing through Michael’s neck.
The spiritual energy before Michael dissipated once again.
Numerous nerves connect the brain above the neck bone. With a single stroke, Jonathan severed Michael’s nerves.
Although his life was not taken immediately, it still left him paralyzed.
Michael fell to the ground like a lump of clay. Alec rushed over from a distance, but before he could reach him, Jonathan had already activated Elemental Extrication Technique, causing the ground to flow and carrying Michael to his feet.
“Jonathan! I advise you not to act recklessly.” Alec stood a few meters away, speaking to Jonathan.
At that moment, Alec dared not make a single move, for the hilt of Heaven Sword was firmly held in Jonathan’s hand.
Even with all the spiritual energy he had mustered within his body, Alec dared not cross the final few meters.
Whether it was life force, Holy Blood, Golden Herb, or other medicines that could revive a person, even the most potent panacea required time to take effect.
And now, with just a slight movement of Jonathan’s hand, Michael’s head would be completely severed.
Only those like Seboxia, who had mastered the Pryncyp of Life, could vie with the universe for their existence. They could do so by using the Pryncyp of Strength to envelop their bodies at the very moment their heads were severed.
Beyond that, even if the arrival of a Cavoid Realm cultivator couldn’t protect Michael.
“Jonathan, think carefully. The plans of our two forces have been ongoing for a century. Even if we falter, it’s enough to reshuffle the entire cultivation world of Remdik and Chanaea. He’s a member of the Collins family. If you kill him, Asura’s Office will be doomed. Even if you just agree to be our representative, I can mediate and bring about a resolution, leading to a handshake of peace between us.”
The Collins family and Sanctuary had been working together on a joint project for a hundred years. There were countless Divine Realm cultivators from both sides, so even the death of one or two wouldn’t make much of a difference.
Michael was the only exception. He mustn’t die.
The plan in the outside world had already been set in motion, and the settling of accounts within the small world was crucial.
If Michael were to die, Alec’s plans would undoubtedly become more challenging to execute.
“Jonathan, hear me out. Sheathe your sword. We’re all here for our own interests. There’s still room for discussion!”
Having expended a great deal of his spiritual sense, Jonathan now resembled a long-term patient, his face devoid of any color.
Wielding Heaven Sword in hand, Jonathan stared at Michael coldly. “We could have had a discussion, but ever since you said those words, there’s nothing left to discuss!”
At that moment, Michael had lost control over his lower body and had completely lost his sense of spiritual energy.
Just now, he had also tried to use his powerful spiritual sense to forcibly pull Jonathan into divine space or to directly launch a spiritual sense attack on Jonathan.
But at that moment, it seemed as if there was some sort of transparent shield outside Jonathan’s consciousness field, fully protecting his consciousness field.
That was a cultivation method Jonathan learned from the Ancient Sacred Dragon Technique. Not to mention someone like Michael, who was in the Divine Realm, even Seboxia, the ancient and highly capable cultivator who once terrified an era, couldn’t manage to pull Jonathan and imprison him in divine space again.
Michael was completely panicked after losing both his spiritual sense and spiritual energy.
Although Heaven Sword had pierced his neck, it had fortuitously missed Michael’s throat.
Looking at Jonathan, Michael spoke with difficulty.
“Jonathan, you can’t kill me! If you kill me, the Collins family will not let you off. Not only you but even your family—”
“Michael!” Alec shouted, halting Michael’s threat. “Can’t you see? His family is what he cares about the most. If you keep provoking him like this, you will really die!”
Jonathan looked up at Alec, a strange, cold smirk playing on his lips. “It’s too late!”
Splat!
With a slight movement of Heaven Sword, Michael’s neck was instantly severed.
“No!” Alec raised his hand to shield his eyes as if unwilling to accept the reality of Michael’s death.
With his spiritual energy, Jonathan lifted Michael’s skull, then deftly stored it in his ring.
That was the first member of the Enlighteners he had killed. If indeed the Collins family truly targeted his family members, Jonathan would take that skull and personally pay a visit to the Collins family.
Regardless of life or death, he was determined to let everyone in the world know that no one should ever mess with the people he cared about the most.
Alec slowly lowered his hand, looking at the decapitated body on the ground. Alec let out a long, slow breath.
“Jonathan, I had high hopes for you, but why won’t you listen to my advice? If you continue like this, I really will have no choice but to kill you!”