Archer did not speak, but Garthor laughed. “Yosef, you’re just a rookie Martial Arts God. We don’t even want you to be an errand boy for Stormwind Sect. We’ll be wasting our time and resources on you!”
Yosef was livid to hear that, but there was nothing he could do.
Jagoan was definitely not someone he could go up against, so how could he possibly risk crossing Garthor?
“Brat, you’re the one who forced me to do this. I’m going to drag you to hell with me!”
As he spoke, Yosef crushed the prayer beads in his hands, and rays of holy light shone out of the beads. He recited the scriptures as he stared at the holy light.
Soon, blood was seeping out of his forehead.
“Are you trying to use blood essence?” Jagoan promptly figured out what he was trying to do.
Yosef was trying to burn his blood essence to fight him to the death. However, Jagoan was not going to give him the chance to do that.
If Yosef were to use up all of his blood essences, Jagoan would not be able to absorb his power. Thus, Jagoan swung his hand over. However, a ray of holy light shot out and smacked his hand to stop him.
Still, Jagoan did not slow down. He grabbed Yosef’s head and channeled Focus Technique to begin absorbing Yosef’s power.
Now, the ascending rays of holy light were moving toward him. However, Jagoan did not even bat a lash at them. The attacks of those holy light rays were akin to a tickle for Jagoan.
Yosef’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at Jagoan in fear. In his terror, he slowly turned into a mummified body as Jagoan absorbed his power. In seconds, he was dead.
Those who witnessed the scene drew their brows together. Murderous intent even flashed past Archer’s eyes.
“So this boy is cultivating in Demonic Cultivation. No wonder he’s so powerful despite being only a Martial Arts Saint,” Archer gritted out.
It was obvious that Archer despised Demonic Cultivation. Even Skyler was gloomily staring at Jagoan.
Without a doubt, Luminous Sect had a grudge against Demonic Cultivation, and that was why the two of them became wrathful when they realized Jagoan was using Demonic Cultivation.
Unlike them, Garthor had a complicated look on his frowning face. He was not expecting Jagoan to absorb Yosef’s power.
Jagoan could sense the gazes of the others, but he did not spare a glance at them before turning to leave. It was because he could sense that they were all Martial Arts Gods despite their relatively young age.
If they were already Martial Arts God at their ages but were not well-known, then they had to come from the reclusive sects.
Jagoan was not familiar with the reclusive sects yet, so he did not want to make an enemy out of them.
Yet, just as Jagoan was about to leave, Garthor spoke. “Stop right there.”
Then, Garthor’s subordinates surrounded Jagoan.
“What do you want?” Jagoan asked.
“Nothing. I’d like to be friends with you. Were you using a technique of Demonic Cultivation when you absorbed Yosef’s power?” Garthor asked with a smile.
“No comment,” Jagoan said, warily watching Garthor.
“Hahaha! You don’t need to be so nervous. So what if you did use Demonic Cultivation? Cultivation has always been for the sake of becoming more powerful. Anyone can cast aside their reservations about morality. As long as you’re powerful, who cares what techniques you’re using?” Garthor uttered with a chuckle before patting Jagoan’s shoulder.
It seemed like he was trying to get close to Jagoan, but Jagoan swiftly dodged his touch. Garthor stiffened, but he did not turn angry.
Instead, he continued, “I’m impressed by you. You can come back to Stormwind Sect with me. Someone of your talent will go nowhere if you wander around by yourself.”
“Stormwind Sect?” Jagoan frowned.
He never heard of a sect named Stormwind Sect in the martial arts world