CHAPTER 278: CHAPTER278-COMPENSATION

Owen quickly shifted his gaze, looking towards the unconscious Yashum and Perini.

He exchanged a glance with Anderson before moving forward to help them recover.

Yashum and Perini, not possessing rare physiques, had been directly knocked out by Bermuda’s oppressive aura.

Not only their bodies but even their souls had sustained hidden injuries.

This made Owen inwardly marvel; he was certain that Bermuda had not intentionally exerted pressure, yet even so, the effect was beyond what an average nirvana-tier expert could endure.

The gap in strength, at any time, is an insurmountable chasm.

Had the elder of the Sanctuary not intervened, he would have had to utilize the power of his original body.

While aiding Perini’s recovery, Owen observed the elder from a distance.

The elder’s smile had faded, and he looked at Bermuda evenly.

"Bermuda, let it go this time," Christopher’s gaze gradually became indifferent as he continued, "If there’s a next time, I won’t hesitate to obliterate your Tyrant Cult."

Bermuda bowed his head, not daring to respond.

Christopher had been his senior since the beginning.

Unexpectedly, while he had advanced swiftly, Christopher’s progress had not slowed.

In fact, it had far surpassed his own.

Now, having offended Christopher, he naturally felt apprehensive, not for his own life, but for the possibility of Christopher truly destroying the Tyrant Cult.

Although he and Christopher had not interacted much, he knew that Christopher was not one to make empty threats.

He remembered, while still at the rule-tier, witnessing Christopher annihilate an entire sect for the sake of a woman! He believed the disciples with rare physiques held a significant place in Christopher’s heart.

If he were to provoke Owen and his group again, Christopher might indeed come for his Tyrant Cult.

"Elder, it was my recklessness." Bermuda, thinking of the Tyrant Cult behind him, promptly set aside his pride and apologized to Christopher.

"Show some sincerity." Christopher’s gaze softened, revealing a hint of a smile.

Bermuda clenched his teeth and took out five sky-blue fruits, each the size of a fist and surrounded by a faint halo.

"Elder, these are celestial fruits I’ve collected over the years."

Bermuda’s heart bled as he slowly handed the five sky-blue fruits to Christopher, his eyes filled with reluctance.

"Celestial fruits?"

Christopher’s eyes brightened as he quickly took the sky-blue fruits, examining them in his hands and admiring, "Indeed, celestial fruits. You, lad, have quite the luck!"

While speaking, he patted Bermuda forcefully.

Although the force was light, Bermuda felt each pat deep in his soul.

"Don’t look like you’ve lost a loved one. It’s just five celestial fruits, isn’t it?"

Christopher glared at Bermuda, then glanced at the ring Bermuda used for storing items, essentially a storage ring, "You still have..."

"Elder, I must be going."

Seeing Christopher still eyeing his storage ring, Bermuda hastily paid his respects, eager to leave.

Bang!

Bermuda suddenly realized he couldn’t leave the spot.

His heart filled with shock; his previous guess that Christopher was nearly at the Realm Lord level was completely off—he had underestimated him.

The power to directly suppress him indicated that Christopher had indeed reached the Realm Lord level, or even surpassed it!

"Why the rush to leave?"

Christopher looked at Bermuda, smiling slightly, and reached directly for Bermuda’s storage ring.

Bermuda wanted to resist but dared not make any move.

He was now certain Christopher could easily kill him and even destroy the Tyrant Cult.

If he resisted, it would mean he had lived all these years in vain.

"Elder, this ring is now yours."

Bermuda’s thoughts raced, and he quickly made a decision, personally taking off the storage ring and handing it to Christopher.

Christopher looked deeply at Bermuda, took the storage ring, played with it for a while, and then slowly said, "I’ll accept this storage ring."

"Yes." Bermuda responded respectfully.

After setting aside his pride, he completely assumed the role of a junior, which greatly impressed Owen from afar.

He remembered when the elder hadn’t yet appeared, Bermuda had the air of an unparalleled expert, speaking in an ancient manner that involuntarily invoked awe.

But after the elder appeared, Bermuda became like one of them, devoid of any semblance of being a superior being.

This transformation, Owen felt, was something he couldn’t achieve.

Once Bermuda showed himself as a junior, Christopher no longer troubled him, eventually finding it boring and letting him leave.

Then he turned towards Owen and the others, casually sending two streams of arcanergy into Yashum and Perini’s bodies, instantly improving their condition, though they still suffered some deficits that would require time to recover.

"Elder, thank you for saving us."

Yashum and Perini, upon waking, took a moment to realize they had been saved by the handsome man and immediately paid their respects to Christopher.

Christopher smiled and waved his hand, turning to Owen, then suddenly his expression changed, and he struck Owen’s forehead with a palm.

Owen had no time to react and collapsed unconscious without any resistance, lying on the ground.

"Elder, what’s happening?" Anderson wasn’t concerned about the elder harming Owen but was rather puzzled.

Christopher’s gaze became solemn as he looked at Owen, slowly explaining, "This lad forced himself to tap into all his potential. Had I not knocked him out, he might have exhausted all his potential before even growing."

"All his potential?" Anderson and the others were even more perplexed.

Could someone actually stimulate all their potential? That would be defying the heavens.

In reality, it was Owen’s original body’s power that Christopher had misunderstood.

"Yes, I didn’t expect Owen could actually stimulate all his potential. Fortunately, I discovered it in time, or the consequences would be unimaginable."

Christopher’s brow slightly furrowed.

Even he couldn’t stimulate all his potential, so he hadn’t initially noticed anything unusual about Owen.

"But..." Anderson and the others wanted to inquire further, but Christopher stopped them.

"Don’t worry about Owen. You focus on adjusting yourselves and recovering from your injuries."

Christopher intended to aid Owen’s recovery, but he quickly noticed Owen’s eyes opening, with the young man entering a state of sudden enlightenment.

He was astonished.

Christopher hurriedly withdrew all his energy and stepped back, pushing away all beings within thirty feet of Owen and setting up a barrier to protect him.

Christopher looked at Anderson and the others, who appeared somewhat bewildered, and smiled lightly.

"Owen has entered enlightenment. Make sure to watch the surroundings and prevent anything from disturbing him."

Anderson and the others were surprised.

Just a moment ago, Owen was at risk of losing his potential, and the next, he had entered enlightenment.

Though utterly astonished, they quickly sat down in meditation around thirty feet away from Owen to prevent any disturbances.

Owen stood up, Bloodbane in hand, and began to swing it around.

A strong wind started to swirl around him, gradually forming a tornado.

In his mind, the sword light of Bloodbane had completely merged with his consciousness, and he began to assimilate this sword light.

From the beginning of the assimilation, Owen noticed that the sword light merging with his own bore a striking resemblance to the rules of space he had encountered earlier.

However, unlike the challenging digestion of the rules of space, this sword light was much easier to assimilate.

Owen pointed his sword forward, shoulders pushing forward slightly before he suddenly turned and thrust.

A fierce sword light, too fast for the naked eye to catch, was unleashed.

However, once the sword light reached the barrier set up by Christopher, it stirred a ripple and quickly dissipated.

Owen’s gaze sharpened dramatically, and the sword intent swirling around him became more intense, causing the tornado to grow larger.

Boom!

Owen’s body shook, and a sword light more fierce than before flashed in his eyes.

The sword intent around him surged, slicing white marks through the space.

"Sword intent in the early stages of perfection!"

Christopher’s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

Anderson and the others merely sensed that Owen’s sword intent had suddenly grown much more potent, unaware that he had broken through to a legendary level, or they wouldn’t have been so nonchalant.

As Owen’s sword intent broke through to perfection, his understanding of the swordsmanship deepened exponentially.

Owen’s gaze became focused, the sword intent in his eyes seeming as if it could pierce through the void, gripping Bloodbane tightly.

Shout!

With a swing of his arm, Owen diagonally slashed Bloodbane, sending a terrifying streak of sword light flashing across, striking the barrier set up by the elder, causing a significant ripple.

Owen did not stop.

The corners of Christopher’s eyes twitched.

Had Owen, right after his breakthrough, also grasped the Sanctuary’s sword techniques?

Despite being incredulous, Christopher still kept his eyes fixed on Owen.

Boom! The area within ten miles around Owen instantly darkened, the wind and clouds surged, and peals of thunder echoed.

Christopher looked at this spectacle in amazement.

Wasn’t this too exaggerated?

Could Owen possibly be executing the Sanctuary’s sword technique masterpiece?