Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

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Chapter 840 Grave Disrespect

The moment the sword energy vanished, Peter couldn't help but fall flat on his rear, gasping for breath in large

gulps

Even so, they didn’t miss a chance to tease Emrys

With a meaningful look. Emrys asked, “Mr. Peter, have you ever met a prodigy?”

Prodigy

Peter paused for a moment, then confidently slapped his sturdy chest and said, “Of course | have. I'm a

swordsmanship prodigy myself. How about | show you a few moves?”

A long sword materialized in his hand, and he was eager to make a show of it.

Emrys shook his head and said. “Prodigy comes in two forms-ordinary and extraordinary. You, my friend, are just

an ordinary prodigy, | believe that within Mount Kushburn, there are many others who are just as ordinarily gifted

as you.”

“Bullsh*t!”

Upon hearing these words, Peter immediately becdispleased.

A prodigy is a prodigy, so what's the point in distinguishing between an ordinary prodigy and an exceptional

one? If one is truly a prodigy, howe could the term ordinary’ ever be used to describe us? What's the point of the

term prodigy, then?

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With a swift roll. Peter stood up, his voice filled with defiance. “If even someone likeis considered an ordinary

prodigy, then tell me, who is the extraordinary prodigy? Givehis name, and | will pay him a visit one day!”

The fact that Peter could withstand such a powerful sword energy and ascend to the peak of Sword King

Mountain clearly demonstrated his substantial strength.”

In reality, he was a prodigy in swordsmanship from Soul Sword Sect.

The sect leader was none other than Peter's father.

So, when Emrys claimed that Peter was just an ordinary prodigy, the latter was naturally. displeased. He

immediately demanded to know who, then, was the extraordinary prodigy.

Pointing to his own nose, Emrys declared, “Isn't it obvious? It's me!”

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Peter was rendered speechless.

How shameless!

Incredibly, there were people in this world who were more brazen than him.

Peter retorted angrily. “Don’t think you can hide behind a mask and shirk responsibility for your words. Do you

dare to remove that mask and repeat what you just said?”

“Of course, but I'm not going to remove my mask.”

“Then you're just talking nonsense!” Peter retorted.

He clenched the sword in his hand, seething with anger. He was sorely tempted to thrust his blade into the

audacious masked youth.

Emrys cast a casual glance, smoothly changing the subject. “That's a fine-looking sword you have there!” he

remarked.

“Nonsense. This sword of mine is truly exceptional, a gift from my father...”

Peter was about to boast when suddenly he saw the masked youth in front of him sweep his hand. He didn’t

know what had happened, but the exceptional sword he usually wielded with ease had inexplicably slipped from

his grasp.

“Chere, you!”

Emrys abruptly seized the sword from Peter, which greatly infuriated him. However, upon witnessing Emrys‘ next

move, his face tically changed color.

“Stop... just stop!”

With a loud roar, Peter watched in terror as Emrys seized his sword and swiftly thrust it toward the pristine white

statue standing nearby.

That was none other than the legendary Sword King of yesteryears!

This mountain beca sacred place for swordsmen, as it was imbued with sword energy, due to the Sword

King practicing here year after year, and the nof Sword King Mountain originated from this.

The members of the Three Sword Sects regarded the statue at the mountain's peak with a reverence akin to that

of a deity. Who would dare to disrespect it?

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Only Emrys dared to do so,

When he saw Emrys' reckless action, Peter was instantly filled with shock and horror. He lunged desperately,

trying to reclaim his unparalleled sword, but he was still a moment

too late.

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The flash of the sword swiftly passed, leaving a profound mark on the chest of the statue.

“Oh no!” Peter's face turned deathly pale.

In the next instant, the sound of cracking echoed incessantly. The sword wound on the statue’s chest tore open

at an alarming speed, spreading like a spider's web. In a blink of an eye, it covered the entire statue.

“Oh no, this is a grave disrespect!”

Peter was already scared out of his wits.

Boom!

As the statue shattered, a terrifying surge of sword energy soared toward the heavens.

Peter fell to the ground in an instant, much like a round ball of flesh, nearly shaken off the mountain’s sword

energy. Fortunately, this sword energy only appeared for a fleeting

moment.

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