Chapter 705: Chapter 350: Don’t Bring Disaster Upon Yourself and Those Behind You; You’ve Become Twisted.
“Heather?!”
The person in front of him was Heather, who had a previous grudge with him and tried to teach him a lesson by bribing the Level 5 Wizard Dorian during the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea!
Could she really show up here?
And while he was absent, she attempted to attack and destroy his Element Pool?!
Ronan couldn’t help but slightly furrow his brows.
“You’re finished, Ronan Damien.”
Heather glared at Ronan, gritting her teeth as she spoke word by word: “You dare hit me?
What do you think you are?
I won’t let you go, I’ll make you pay ten times, a hundred times more painfully than this!”
As Ronan listened to Heather’s threats, his brows furrowed even tighter. In the distance, a massive dark cloud came roaring and buzzing.
For a moment, Ronan only felt irritable.
But very quickly, his brows relaxed, and his face returned to calm.
“Level 5?!”
Heather obviously noticed the approaching “dark cloud” behind her. After a slight perception, her face changed dramatically.
She instinctively wanted to give Ronan another fierce glare, but when she turned her head, she was met with Ronan stepping through the Void, approaching her step by step.
“What do you want?!”
Heather’s expression instantly turned vigilant, quickly followed by a cold sneer: “With the soul contract, do you still want to kill me? Hehe…”
Ronan didn’t answer. Two steps forward, he was already close to Heather.
He took a deep breath.
“[Screw Palace]!”
“Crack, crack——”
Ronan’s body suddenly swelled, growing inch by inch.
One layer!
Second Level!
Triple!
“Boom!”
An intense and massive aura burst forth, raising a circle of visible white waves.
With the Triple Helix Palace fully opened, Ronan’s form swelled to nearly three meters in height.
Rolling black aura like mercury poured from his pores, his waist-length dark hair moved without the wind. Ronan extended himself, countless knotted muscles condensed, and on his steel-forged Ancient Mara’s Body, ancient totems grew like flames. With this one movement, a mountain-and-sea-like terrifying momentum swept towards Heather.
“Rumble——”
Out of nowhere, a violent gale surged between the two, blowing Heather’s slightly curly wavy hair sharply backward, tightly against her scalp.
She opened her eyes wide, her entire body completely enveloped by the shadow cast by Ronan’s enormous and mighty form.
“You….”
Heather’s expression was astonished as she uttered a word, in the next instant….
A fist almost as wide as her slender waist hammered down on her soft abdomen.
“Bam!”
“Cough——”
The energy protection around Heather’s body, the spiritual field, was like paper under this punch. She opened her mouth, coughing out a spray of blood, her entire body directly suspended and flew up!
A torrent of power transmitted through her body like a crushing tide, followed immediately by intense pain sweeping her entirety.
Heather’s delicate face immediately twisted, tears and snot flowing down. She opened her mouth, but the air in her chest seemed completely squeezed out by that punch, unable to make a sound.
She could only hold her stomach, trembling, looking at Ronan, who was preparing to throw a second punch, shock and disbelief filling her wide eyes.
In the state of the Ancient Mara’s Body, Ronan’s hair danced wildly, his grim and towering presence like a distant ancient Demon Mountain.
The terrifying aura rolled over Heather wave after wave. When she saw Ronan’s expressionless face slowly lift the second punch aimed at her head and lower it, despair, panic, and terror finally surfaced in her eyes uncontrollably.
Heather tried to retreat, but the fist was already rapidly enlarging in her emerald pupils….
“Boom!”
As if countless bolts of lightning struck simultaneously, or like the heavy sound of war drums, the terrifying punch carried an unparalleled momentum, grazing Heather’s cheek and going out.
The black aura condensed into substance shot out, with a boom, directly exploding a massive dark cloud not far away.
Following up, Ronan formed his hand into a blade, ancient and barbaric energy flowing between his fingers. With a sudden flick, a slash of twisted and thick axe light went diagonally, passing along the same position as before, extending into the darkness at an unknown distance, only to hear a series of rock-exploding sounds coming from afar.
When the commotion subsided, on the trajectory of the axe light, the Fifth-rank Mosquito Monster revealed from the dark cloud was silently and smoothly split into two, completely turning into two pieces of corpse…
Heather stood blankly on the spot.
At this moment, she almost forgot the pain from her body, completely losing the ability to think.
“Kach—”
Suddenly, a slender and sharp large hand clamped her jaw, lifting her whole body closer to him.
“My first and last warning to you…”
Ronan calmly looked at Heather in front of him and spoke: “Don’t bring disaster upon yourself, or those behind you..”
After saying this, Ronan flipped his hand, and a red maple-leaf-like lip print appeared between his fingers, slowly crushed into powder in his palm.
After doing all this, Ronan tossed Heather to the ground as if discarding trash.
“Crack, crack——”
Exiting from the state of the Ancient Mara’s Body, Ronan’s form as strong and majestic as a demon gradually reverted to its original state. He slowly donned his Magic Robe again, then stepped over Heather, moving towards the Fifth-rank Mosquito Monster he had just slain with two strikes, collecting its bisected corpse.