Chaos Devourer System

Chapter 633: Visit To The Martial God Hall 2

Chapter 633: Visit To The Martial God Hall 2

“Hmph, how can I be bothered by mere children’s scuffles…” he said in disdain, as Zeras nodded turning to look at the bottle mixed in with drools on the table

“Yeah, your really have other important things to be bothered about…”

“That said, boy. You’re lucky you got three gold cards, because the Nine Star Hegemon Art’s 3rd and 4th levels of the Nine Star Fist are not at the silver gate. They are at the gold ones. Besides, I also have a special art that I want you to pick,” the grand elder said, rubbing his old beard as he looked at Zeras with a scrutinizing gaze.

“A…special art?” Zeras asked with a creased eyebrow as the man nodded.

“The art is placed on the eastern side of the gold hall in a special glass stand. No one can open the glass stand, but I think you have a shot at it. Try picking up the art and see if you can do it…” The old fogey said, grabbing away Zera’s card and stapling it, before passing out a total of four card slots to Zeras.

“See you around, old man…” Zeras said as he walked away, moving towards the golden door first. He wanted to secure the Nine Star Arts before checking out how he could better use the silver card.

The gold hall’s gate was inscribed with close to thousands of runes, each brimming with powerful golden lights. Entering into the hall, Zeras discovered it had even less space than the silver hall, and the shelves within were even fewer. But no doubt, every technique here was at the mythic level!

**[You have five hours to pick your art after reaching the inner sect]**

‘Tch. Those bastards only gave me 30 minutes the last time, and now they gave me five hours after becoming an inner sect? Just how unfair is that?’ Zeras thought as he ignored the timer and began moving through the shelves, searching for manuals.

There were also about seven or so other inner sect members present in the hall, but he had no time to even look at their faces at all. He was too tired of the gaze of disdain and amusement.

“Astral Manipulation, Astral Manipulation…” Zeras mused to himself as he walked around the shelves, and quickly he could immediately find the shelves where the Astral Manipulation books could be seen.

There were close to hundreds of other Astral Manipulation books, but all of them were dusty and filled with signs of ancientness. Rubbing his hand on the books, Zeras could feel the dust on his palm as he creased his eyebrows.

“How come most don’t even practice Astral Manipulation at all?” he thought. To him, the Astral Manipulation was almost the strongest element there is to be practiced amongst all other elements. Yet, he had never come across any other Astral manipulator. Brushing through the books with his hawk eyes, he could already see the Nine Star Hegemon Manual, looking noticeably smaller and even dustier than the rest, and he quickly picked it up, a big smile on his face.

“Finally found it…” Zeras thought with the biggest smile of his life. Yet he had barely basked in joy when a cold voice rang out behind him.

“I want that manual…” The cold feminine voice rang out, as Zeras kept the manual straight inside the spatial ring.

**[You have picked up a manual. You have two more to go…]**

The voice rang out through the space as Zeras gave a satisfied nod before moving away from the Astral Cultivation manual shelves and looking for the battle art manual…

“Hey, are you deaf!!?” The voice rang out behind Zeras, whose eyes scanned through the shelves.

“Astral Battle Arts…” Zeras called out, looking at the Astral Battle Art shelves, as his fingers began tracing over every book.

“Nine Star Fist manual, Nine Star Fist manual…”

CLAMP

The sound of a thick male hand clamping on the shoulder rang out as Zeras’ finger halted on a book, and his eyes flashed with an extremely murderous expression.

“Hey, are you deaf or do you not hear my sister calling…”

SHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP

The masculine voice tried to continue when the sound of a katana being pulled out of its sheath rang out and then…

The air was violently ripped apart and Zeras slashed towards the figure’s neck, whose toes tapped on the ground as he shot backward with speed.

“You!!!?” The young man said in shock, yet his face changed when he felt liquid trickling down his neck. Wiping it, he could feel the green blood stain.

“Brother, you were injured!” The voice of a girl with the body of a 16-year-old rang out, as she stood rooted in shock, looking at the neck of her brother which had a smooth line running down on it.

‘I…I almost died?’ Val thought to himself in shock as he slowly raised his head to look at Zeras.

“I never miss twice…” Zeras said with a listless expression before he sheathed his sword and turned back to searching for his book.

Suddenly, a fiery aura radiated behind Zeras. He turned his head to the side, witnessing a large axe just an inch behind his head.

“Give me a single reason not to cleave you in twain right now…” The young man’s aloof voice rang out as Zeras looked past the axe before turning to the cute-looking girl, who he knew was the exact opposite of what she appeared to be.

“If you were an undying realm expert, and you really slashed at my skull right now, I would be gravely injured or even die immediately, but I swear by all of my cultivation that I can reflexively slash your sister’s head off her neck before I fully hit the ground. You love your sister too much, so you don’t dare cleave me in twain.”